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Thorin always wondered what death was like. And now here he is lying on ice though he felt like fire. Death felt empty like everything he did everything he was fighting for meant nothing.
He thought about his nephews. He didn't care about the tears rolling down his face. All he could think is I killed them. I sent them to their grave. In his time of dying he thought about Dis and how she would curse his name for her son's death.
He thought about Bilbo and how he wished he could make peace with the little hobbit which he called his friend.
He thought about the mountain and all its gold. He would gladly give it all back to Smaug if only to have his sister son's back. This was death. He knew he was getting close.
All Bilbo could see as he held his dying friend was the smile that appeared on his face in his last moments. He almost didn't hear it when the king under the mountain said softly "I'm coming, my boys."
Peace, what a wonderful thing. That's what Thorin felt in the moment he entered the afterlife. He walked around for a while taking everything in. Someone came up from behind him and hugged him. Thorin turned around thinking it was one of his nephews.
"Frerin?" Thorin chocked out the name.
"Yes it is me." Frerin said sadly. "We have a lot to catch up on brother" Frerin finished fondly.
Fili and Kili were found later by Thorin who was walking with Frerin. They were sleeping under a tree. "Those two" Thorin said with a fond smile. "Are the only reason I made it this far."
The end