Just Short The Hobbit Edition

He stumbles, side bleeding heavily, arm a useless dead weight, blurry vision around the battlefield. Each breath he took hurt, felt as if he breathed in dragon fire instead of air, each step brought him one step closer to collapsing but he had to find them. He had to make sure his cousins were okay. His mind jumbled he pays no heed to the young red haired Ri brother clinging to a weary Dwalin, to the silver haired Ri being held by Balin, he only wants his kin. When he stumbles across Óin he feels sympathy for the older dwarf, Glóin is missing amongst the bodies. His eyes sweep over the limp and lifeless Fíli and Kíli, together even in death protecting their dear uncle who seems so close to death. But on he searches, he needs to see flaming red hair and that funny hat. He needs to feel soft hands on his and feel work harden hands helping him carve. He to hear soothing words and that bouncing laugh. His kin, that is what he needs and he cannot stop until he finds them.

Resting he sees to figures approaching him, his heart lightens at the sight of flaming red hair. Soon soft words are whispered, Are you alright? You're not too hurt are you? Have you been to a healer? I'm perfectly fine for having survived a battle Bifur... Where's Bofur? and his heart is racing again, he's found one but the other is still missing. He bids Bombur and Glóin well, assuring his youngest cousin that he will see Óin after he's found Bofur, and sets of again. He senses eyes watching his staggered movement and soon he has a Man and Elf on each side. Their eyes are grim as they help him look, never looking for kin of their own which makes his addled mind sad. They stop when he does, looks of concern etched on their face when he doesn't start moving again. In front of him holding a hat he knows well is Nori, the thiefs eyes are red rimmed and desperate as they land on him.

"Bifur!!! Have you seen Bofur?"

Bofur would never have left his hat on the ground. Never, it's an heirloom from his father. Bifur's heart stutters and he shakes his head. Nori curses and together they renew their search. They needed to find Bofur. It feels like hours of searching when they find him, he's pushed himself up against a boulder, hand clamped over his hip and arrows in his arms and chest but he's breathing. he's breathing and that's all that matters to Bifur who grabs him gently, his two guards helping him rush his cousin to a healer. It doesn't look good for him, the arrows had poison on them but he's alive.

Bifur sits at Bofur's side, Bombur and Nori are on the other side. They are waiting for those brown eyes to open. They've reclaimed Erebor but was it worth the cost?