Battlefield tastes of gold, steel and blood. Everything goes crimson and ruby and too fast to react.
The brightest, goldest shine is where your hands rest on Fili's and Kili's chests in uncle's last blessing.
You've found twice and lost twice, and the most important thing now isn't even Erebor, though it is still deadly important.
The thing is the heartbeat. Slow, decreasing heartbeats your beloved nephews still have.
And you rise up – again and again, even if gold tastes of blood, and blood tastes of last kisses.