When the last blade was sliced, and the last beast fell, Kili stood slowly covered in enemy blood, his dark hair matted to his face in sweat and determination. The battle had been a fierce one, and there were even moments where Kili was not sure of who would have the victory and yet he fought with all of his heart, knowing somewhere close by you were there, just as fierce as he was.

The vast battlefield laid out thousands of bodies, those who were able to retreat with what they had left did, the dwarves standing at all sides, slick with gore. Kili feels a clasp on his shoulder and turns suddenly, the blood still pumping through his veins ready for the battle to continue even if his body wasn't. It was Fili, his hair wild, his coat slit along the arm, his face scratched, but no visible permanent damage… in all honesty it would probably get him more attention from the ladies if anything. A smirk crept on the prince's face as he looked at all the carnage. They had won… Turning slightly into the last direction Kili saw you to share in the joyous moment that was beating out of his chest, he wanted a victory kiss from his fiancé, the one who he had proposed to in the privacy of the night, knowing after this, Thorin would have to accept you. You were a lifelong dwarven ally even if you weren't a dwarf. As his eyes scanned the field, his face fell.

"Where is she?" Kili asked, calm at first, "Fili, where is she?" He asked his brother again, more frantic, his heart racing as he did not see you. Knowing exactly who he was talking about, the lion-like dwarf turned to look into the direction of which Kili was facing, hoping he had over looked. And that was when he saw it.

"No.." He said, the words hanging on his lips like a haunting prayer as he broke into a run, dashing across the field as far and as fast as they could take him. Jumping over corpses, dashing around fallen arrows and horses Kili came up close to you in a panic, almost unable to fathom words, which was rare for him. He saw the blood covering you, his motions frantic as he slid onto his knees; his brother not far behind knowing Kili needed support for the worst though Fili was still hoping for the best.

"Kili, Kili don't worry." You say in a hushed tone, knowing that Kili was panicked. You had never seen war before, and whereas you wanted to be right where the prince was, the moment the horns began and the men screamed charge… you were in over your head. Kili scrambled babbling, moving to hold your head, and look about you for the wound.

"I shouldn't have let you go… but you're going to be okay, I promise you're going to be okay." He said, reassuring himself as much as you as his voice cracked and his chocolate brown eyes looked to you, beginning to fill with tears of horror.

"You're going to be okay." He said again, quiet and raspy.

"Kili shhhh its okay, I was just sliced a bit, it's all alright. I promise." You finally told him as you finally got a word in edgewise. Not believing you, Kili moved to where you gestured, lifting your blood soaked tunic to find that the blade had almost pierced you but just barely missed. A long hard cut covered your stomach, and another that was slightly deeper slashed your arm… It was gorey, but most was not yours, and what was looked much worse than it actually was.

"Kili Its okay, I'll be okay." You whisper in a soft smile, wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him tightly as you see Fili fall back behind Kili in relief, knowing his brother wouldn't have to lose anyone ever again. Kili the great, Kili the fierce, Kili the loyal who was all smiles and jokes laid against you, his hands clinging to your tunic in relief.

"I love you lass" He whispered, finally resting his forehead against yours, his lips quickly finding your own, kissing you desperately pouring all of his relief out into your lips, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Don't ever scare me like that again."