Emily

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So I admit going after whoever took Sam alone wasn't my brightest idea but there wasn't time to get anyone.

So now here I am silently walking after the kidnapper in the woods clutching a knife.

I follow after them for awhile till they stop in a clearing. A fire is lit in the clearing and two men sit near it. One is a great deal shorter than the other. Empty bottles if rum litter the clearing, if Allie saw this she'd be pissed.

The kidnapper drags Sam into the center of the clearing and props her up right. Sam mumbles something and cracks open her eyes. She is still out of it.

"Freaking evil hobbits," Sam slurs and I take a double take of the shorter man by the fire. His feet are furry and his ears pointy he is a hobbit!

"Shut up!" the evil hobbit hisses and hits Sam over the head with a log knocking her out. The evil hobbit turns and his face is revealed in the light of the fire. I stop in my tracks and my knees go weak.

"Oh no," I whisper and crumple to my knees. Fear and anxiety clamp down on my heart. It's my father Togo. How is he here? He must have followed us!

"You brought the wrong girl! Does this girl have black hair?" Togo demands yanking Sam's hair. "Does this girl look like a hobbit?" Togo snaps and I freeze I was supposed to be kidnapped?

"No but this one was with the black haired hobbit and look here," the henchmen explains and grabs Sam's wrists roughly. Togo looks at the fire mark with the EW on it and nods suddenly understanding.

"Emily will surely come for her precious soul bond and when she does I will finally make her pay for taking her mother's life!" Togo growls and I wince. That's what he's thought ever since that fateful day. I suppose it's what he needed to think.

The henchmen roughly drag Sam to a tree and tie her up.

"It's your fault! It is all your fault you worthless little bastard!" Dad screams and waves the kitchen knife.

"Dad no stop stop STOP," I wail when he gets closer and closer with the knife.

"You're not wrong," I declare but I'm still hiding.

"Who said that?" Togo demands looking around.

"Who do you think?" I ask and move to a new hiding spot.

"Emily are you here?" Togo growls pulling a knife from his boot.

"Yes father I am and you have angered me highly," I hiss and burn the knot of the rope holding Sam against the tree.

"Is that so then why did you never fight me back in the Shire?" he questions and I look into the fire in the center and make it blow out. The henchmen eyes widen and they run off into the forest. Of course my father is aligning himself with cowards.

"You know why I never fought you back. You killed him! But now I have a chance and I am going to take it," I growl and have the fire crackle out of the makeshift pit and encircle him an Sam protectively.

"Yes I killed him and I laughed when he died. I watched as the light left his little eyes and you did too!"

"Father you will never hurt me again! Mother's death was not my fault and you know that! I am going to the rangers and reporting you!" I scream the one day when I'd had enough.

"You will not and if you do Lucas will get what you get everyday!" Dad threatens and backs into Lucas's room.

"Don't touch him or so help me-"

"What you'll kill me? If you even try he'll die!" Dad yells and grabs Lucas's arm holding the kitchen knife to his throat.

"Dad Emily what's happening?" Lucas mumbles just waking up from a nap.

"Drop him!" I demand but my voice is more pleading.

"No," dad says and digs the knife against Lucas's skin.

"Emily what's going on?" Lucas whimpers and jerks in dad's grip. He's just woken up from his nap.

"Emily here thinks she can disobey me and kill her mother well she's got another thing coming," dad sneers.

"Let him go!" I beg desperately.

"No." Dad smirks and slits Lucas's throat before throwing him to my feet. Blood spills from the small boy and splatters on the floor. My stomach twists and I let out a mangled screech.

"Lucas!" I cry and fall to my knees to cradle him in my arms.

"Emily Emily why'd he do that?" Lucas whimpers clutching at his rapidly bleeding throat. He is choking up blood and going pale. I try to press my hands to his neck to stop the bleeding but to no avail.

He's dying, my littler brother is dying.

"Sh honey I'm so sorry this is my fault I'm gonna fix it," I promise tears falling down my face. He can't be dying. Dad stands in the background completely ignored by me. He is taking pleasure in my pain and Lucas's suffering,

"S'not your fault. I-I understand," Lucas mumbles his eyes drooping. How could he say that he's three he's supposed to blame me! He's not supposed to understand!

"Lucas where does it hurt I'll fix it I promise," I murmur and press my hand to his throat lightly. It isn't deep enough for an instant death but it is deep enough to not be fixable.

"It doesn't hurt Emily," Lucas whispers.

"N-no no no no Lucas hang on please! I need you your all I have left you can't go too!" I plead. "Please little brother, please!"

"Emily you will never be alone mom and I will always be there h-he-" he closes his eyes and stops breathing before his words can slip out.

"No Lucas! NO!" I scream and shake his body. "Come back come ba-ack."

"Never test me again child," Togo orders and I comply. It isn't worth it anymore.

"I hate you," I state coming out from the shadows. Tears splotched across my face.

"I know but now you need to come home."

"Why would I do anything for you now that I have you at my knees!"

"You left before your mother's death was paid for so I came to make you pay with your life."

"Mothers death wasn't my fault. Someone is going to pay tonight but it won't be me."

"What are you going to kill me! HA you don't have the guts," Togo barks.

"You killed my brother, you abused me every single day of my life, you trapped my family soul bond, and now you say you've come to kill me in payment for mother's death! I think after everything you've put me through I'd have the guts now," I recount in a low quiet threatening voice and have the fire encircling him get closer to him.

"Go for it," Togo dares.

"Emily," Sam moans and rolls her head. She grabs one of the empty bottles and lifts it to her mouth to drink but it is empty. "Why is all the rum gone?" Sam whines and throws the bottle carelesly.

It lands and shatters at Togos feet making him trip and fall on his back into the flames. Togo starts screaming in agony as the flames melt his skin off. I decide to take pity on him and make the flames excruciatingly hot to kill him quickly.

It's over, it's finally over, my father is dead.

"Emily where are we? Who is that? Why are you killing him? Why am I surrounded by flames?"

"Sam that was my father," I reply and collapse to my knees. I killed my father, the only person left in my family.

"Emily let me out of the fire circle," Sam orders and I wave by hand making all the fires go out. Sam crawls over to me and slumps onto my back. "You're crying."

"Yes Sam I am I just killed my father making me no better than him when he killed my brother," I weep, this sorrow is so painful.

"Hey you'll be okay. Just close your eyes and let it rain. The sun will rise to better days I promise. You are never alone I will always be there. You just carry on one day, we'll all understand one day. You still have me."

"Thanks Sam but I'm not sure what the words of an obnoxiously happy drunk mean to me right now," I laugh lightly tears staining my face and dripping on the burnt ground.

"Emily I may be drunk but that doesn't mean I'm clueless. I know your not a killer. What you did was justified. Now he can't hurt anybody else."

"You know I thought-I thought killing him would give me love of mind about my brother but-but it didn't. He's still dead and I know for a fact be wouldn't have wanted this," I sob brokenly and Sam doesn't respond. The lump in my throats makes it hard to breathe and the sadness feels physically painful. "It hurts so bad."

"Emily someone's here I can sense their mind!" Sam exclaims suddenly and I raise my head alert. But no one is there.

"Sam there's no one," I state.

"Yes there is I swear. The mind is young maybe two or three and the thoughts are scattered....There!" Sam points across the clearing at nothing.

"Sam I don't see anything."

"He's standing right there Emily and he's waving I swear! He has black curly hair and shining blue eyes. He's saying 'hi Emily,'" Sam rambles, jumps up, and rapidly hits my head.

"Sam your drunk stop," I say even though it peaks my curiosity slightly. Black curly hair and blue eyes? Sounds like Lucas.

"Emily he says his name is Lucas and he wants to say something to you before he moves on. Emily I'm not lying I must be able to see spirits or something."

"S-Sam stop Lucas can not be here," I growl and stand up shaking in my legs. "Stop giving me false hopes Lucas i-is dead," I choke up. Lucas was my whole world my only reason for living till I met Bilbo and Allie. Seeing him again would be earth shattering. I can't stand the thought of him looking at me disappointed for what I've done.

"He is here." Sam grabs my hand and suddenly Lucas appears before my eyes. There is a nasty cut across his throat where dad slashed it other than that he looks the same as always.

"Lucas?" I whisper.

"Emily you killed him," Lucas observes and his form wavers. It's hard to imagine someone so young understanding something like this.

"Yes and I'm sorry Lucas I'm so sorry for everything," I apologize hastily and reach out to him.

"Do not be sorry I'm finally at peace but before I move on I want you to know I love you and none of this was your fault," Lucas says and begins to fade. "Thank you." Then he is gone and I feel lighter.