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Ice Bucket Challenge - written last year and previously posted on my writing blog.
“Is it on yet?” Kili asked.
From behind the camera, Dwalin’s voice said, “Aye. Get on with it.”
Fili and Kili shot each other a nervous grin. They were standing somewhere outside on the grass, with trees and shrubbery in the background. Kili had on a pair of blue trousers, and Fili had on matching ones in brown. Both of them were shirtless and barefoot.
“Hi everyone! I’m Fili.”
“And I’m Kili.”
“At your service!” Both said in unison and gave a small bow.
“I’m sure by now you’ve all heard of the ice bucket challenge,” Kili said.
“It’s raising awareness of ALS, and gathering a lot of money for a worthy cause,” said Fili.
“And we’ve been challenged by our beloved Uncle Thorin.” Kili stuck his tongue out at someone off screen.
“And our dear friend Dwalin.” Fili waved to the camera.
“It’ll be lukewarm water by the time you two shut up and get around to it,” Thorin’s voice came from the side of the camera.
“Fine, fine!” Fili flapped a hand. Turning to Kili, he asked, “Are you ready?”
Kili nodded, and both of them bent down and picked up a pail. They turned and faced each other.
“On three?” Kili asked.
“Count us down, Thorin.” Fili had a wide grin, staring at his brother. You could hear Dwalin chuckle when they both readied their buckets, adjusting their grips so it would be easier to throw the water.
Thorin’s voice came again. “One… two… THREE!”
Fili threw the contents of his bucket into Kili’s face, while Kili dumped his bucket over Fili’s head. Both boys froze for a second with identical expressions of surprise. Then Kili started screeching like a wet cat and turning in circles as he dropped his bucket. Fili huffed out a shivering breath, pushing his hair back out of his face while muttering about cold water and shrinking things.
Off screen you could hear Dwalin and Thorin both laughing and a couple of other voices too. Someone that sounded a lot like Balin said, “Behold! The future of the line of Durin!”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Fili said, “We’ve already made our donation to the foundation. And I am challenging Ori, Nori, and Dori. You have twenty-four hours, guys.”
Through chattering teeth, Kili said, “And I am challenging Bombur, Bofur, and Bifur. I’m sure this is nothing for rugged dwarves like yourselves. Twenty-four hours, remember!”
Before the camera switched off, Bilbo darted in front of the dripping dwarves. “I also want to point out that the water was not wasted. It is helping my yard and running into my flowerbed as we speak.”
“Wait a second. Bilbo hasn’t done it yet, has he?” Fili asked.
Smiling at Bilbo’s sudden look of alarm, Kili said, “Why no, brother, I don’t think he has.”
Bilbo didn’t bother to waste his breath arguing. He took off running and was quickly followed by Kili. You could hear Kili shouting “I just want a hug, Bilbo!”
“Remember, twenty-four hours. Or we’ll come looking for you,” Fili said before running after his brother and the fleeing hobbit.
You could still hear Dwalin and Thorin laughing when the camera cut off and the screen went to black.