They did not die

by TMI Fairy

"Fixit!AU". It is set just after the battle of the Five Armies. Thorin, Kili and Fili all have survived the battle, although Thorin's hours are numbered. Now new threats and challenges await them, as well as the life bond between a certain brunette Archer-Prince and a lowly-Sylvan elf.

1. In the tent

Bilbo wept as the noble King of the Mountain, now free of his Dragon sickness, bid his farewell. He gave the child of the Gentle West his forgiveness of stealing the Arkenstone and gave his blessing to forge a life on his own. Then the once again noble son of Thrain son of Thror passed away to the Halls of the Maker, leaving the Hobbit sobbing in the tent.

Meanwhile dwarrow healers tended to the princes, Kili and Fili. Their condition was – to borrow a phrase from a different time and place –"critical but stable".

It was darkness over the camps of the victors when a lanky silhouette slipped into the tent now serving both to display Thorin in State and as infirmary for his two nephews. It was cold enough to keep meat from rotting and the frugal dwarrow held such two in one arrangements in high regard, knowing that "waste not, want not" pleased their Maker.

Tauriel seated herself on the side of the cot prepared for Kili. The scant light of the candles around Thorin's head was more than enough for her, the daughter of a People born before the Age of the Sun and wandering Arda under the Starlight. She wiped the sweaty brow of the dwarf which - incredibly - had become so dear to her, that her very will to live depended on his further existence. She gazed upon his pale face, his parted lips making laboured breaths, and could hold herself back no more. She bent down, whispered "yes" in answer to a question asked in Laketown and kissed him on his chapped lips. Then, hearing somebody coming, she jumped like a graceful opossum over the cot and hid in the darkness of the tent's corner.

The scant light of the candles around Thorin's head was more than enough for the Son of Mahal, crafted to work dimly lit mines and quarries. Dain seated himself on the side of Kili's cot and began his "treatment", to be interrupted by a hiss from the darkness:

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, dwarf?"

This startled him but he composed himself enough as to put up resistance when the lithe, well toned and attractive body of the elf-maid slammed him in the chest and instigated a desperate struggle on the floor.