I always hated it when Fili and Kili had to die, because everyone knows they didn't have to. Tolkien should have know better! Fili could have become king and Kili would have had Tauriel (sorry, I'm a Kiliel fan), oh, and become a captain of the guard. It wasn't necessary. I love Thorin, but his death made sense after realizing all of his wrong-doings. Sorry, but death scenes between a parent and child (or in this case, an uncle and a nephew) are beautiful and heartbreaking. Same ending, but Fili and Kili live.

I'm splitting this into Parts. How many? Probably three or five. This chapter is mostly Thorin and Bilbo's POV.

I don't own The Hobbit.

It was one of the worst sights Thorin had ever witnessed. Worse than seeing the beheading of Thor. Worse even when finding his brother's dead body. Worse than the burning of Smaug and all the horrors in his experiences combined.

From the sound of the drums within the fortress, Azog appeared from the top. In his grip, half-struggling futilely, was a struggling victim with a mane of golden hair.

"No!" Thorin gasped in horror when he recognized Fili and started to charge forward, Dwalin and Bilbo following behind, but then stopped when Azog held up his beloved nephew, the young lad he raised like a son, by the neck for all to see. His blood chilled when the pale orc bellowed in Black Speech.

Thorin couldn't breathe. His heart was screaming with despair. Not Fili. Take me instead. Oh, Mahal, please not again. I'll do anything. Just don't take Fili. He almost shouted this to Azog, but he knew it was hopeless.

As Azog began to ready his spike, Fili looked down at his uncle, breathing hard. Tears escaped his eyes, but despite his fear, he cried out, "Go!"

No. Thorin shook his head, his eyes shining with tears. He did this. He had sent Fili to his death. And Kili...where was Kili? He didn't even know if Kili was alive or already dead. I did this.

He was trying with all his might to keep himself from crying out and begging for the life of his sister-son, his gentle, brave, and kind Fili, whom with his brother was more precious to him than life itself, because even when he knew his heir's fate was sealed, after all the love that Thorin deprived him of on this quest and the horrible burdens he had placed upon him, he owed it to Fili to be there until his last breath, who had accepted his fate so bravely and nobly that Thorin, despite his horror, felt a tinge of pride for his sister-son.

His eyes found Fili's. I'm here, my son. Look at me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I'm right here.

"RUN!" Fili hollered, his eyes never leaving Thorin's, before Azog plunged the spike in his back. Fili's tearful eyes met his one last time before drifting downward in pain and he went limp.

When his body dropped and hit icy ground with a thud, Thorin felt all the air punch out of him. It felt as though he had been run through himself. He stared at the body laying there, not seeing, not feeling. He couldn't react. His worst nightmare had come true. The pain was far beyond comprehension.

His brave, precious Fili. Dead. A part of Thorin had died in that moment. And it was all his fault.

While staring at Fili's body, unmoving, someone charged out of the tunnel and sprinted up the stairs. The flash of dark hair caught Thorin's eye in his shocked state. His mind started to work again...who was it...Kili!

"KILI!" screamed Thorin, and started to chase after his younger sister son. Dwalin called after him, but he ignored his friend. He was still emotionally wounded from Fili's death, but Kili...he had to stop Kili. He had to protect his only remaining sister-son, the other half of his whole world, his last remaining reason to live, before his recklessness would get him killed. His blood boiled with pure rage suddenly.

Azog killed Fili. His sister-son will be avenged, and the pale orc will not lay a finger on Kili. Not while he was still breathing.

When Thorin thought he was going to catch up with Kili, calling out his name once more, Azog jumped out the darkness. Thorin blocked his heavy blows just in time and fought back, his hatred for the monster blinding him beyond all reason, except for one thought that became a promise.

This filth will not live to see another day. For Fili.

Bilbo was horrified by what he had seen. Desperately, he followed Dwalin and Thorin down the snowy path, but Thorin disappeared and Dwalin had reached Fili's corpse. The large warrior had fallen to his knees next the body, grief overcoming him, having his moment of sorrow before the orcs came. Bilbo knelt down next to him, looking at Fili's glassy blue eyes as through they bore right through his heart like a knife.

Fili was one of his closest friends. He and Kili both, who had watched his back on the entire journey and had even tried to protect him from Thorin's wrath on the ramparts. He was one of the bravest and kindest people Bilbo ever met, and to watch him die in such a horrible way was indescribable. His eyes filled with tears. If this was what the pain of losing a dear friend felt like, then he couldn't imagine how either Thorin or Kili must be feeling. Thorin saw them as his sons, and Fili and Kili were inseparable.

Then a miracle happened. A heavy, pained gasp suddenly broke through Bilbo's haze. To his shock, Fili's eyes were blinking and the young dwarf was moving, coughing up blood. Dwalin gave a yell of surprise and seized Fili's shoulders. "Fili! Lad, look at me! Can ye hear me?" His voice was choked up. His hands immediately went over the gaping wound in his torso.

Fili was heaving for breath, wincing in pain. "Kee...!" he gasped.

"Oh my…..He's alive," gasped Bilbo, relief seeping his bones, but the panic instantly came back. "He's still bleeding! He needs a healer!" Much like Bofur did back in the Shire, to replace Bilbo's handkerchief, the hobbit tore a large piece of his blue long coat (the dwarves made this look easy, he thought with the effort, but the adrenaline gave him strength), hoping to wrap up both sides of Fili's wound to slow the bleeding.

Then the orcs came. Dwalin growled and then started attacking them.

Bilbo took Dwalin's place by trying to put pressure on the wound, though the blood kept staining the snow from underneath. "Stay with me, Fili!" Bilbo ordered, trying to sound calm. Using his muscles, he lifted Fili's body slightly off the ground and placed the long strip of his coat underneath before wrapping it around the dwarf's torso tightly with shaking hands. Fili cried out in pain, but it was working; the bleeding slowed a little. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry," Bilbo kept saying, as he frantically tied the knot the way he watched Oin do many times on the quest. "Hold on!"

"Can't….feel….m-my body….." wheezed Fili. He must be recovering from his brief paralysis after the fall. That was why it looked like he was killed instantly. "Hurts….everywhere….."

"Help is coming!" said Bilbo. "You'll be alright! Just hold on!"

"My brother..." Fili wheezed, his eyes meeting Bilbo's urgently, trying to stay awake, "...he...he's needs to come back...in danger...somebody...bring him back...before he...please, Bilbo…find Kili...Uncle…I'm so….sorry…." Then he lost consciousness.

"Fili!" Bilbo shouted, but noted to his relief that he was still alive. For now. Feeling helpless, the hobbit kept both hands on Fili's bloody wound, tightening the rag over both wounds, while Dwalin fought off the orcs with murderous rage. Where was help? When more orcs kept flooding, Bilbo found himself standing up and throwing large rocks in their faces, killing them instantly with his good aim.

He desperately hoped Thorin and Kili were holding on.

I'm no medical expert, at all, but I figured this would be the best way of stopping a two way wound from bleeding too fast. I also wanted Bilbo to learn something from Bofur tearing his shirt for a "handkerchief" and Oin showing Bilbo a few tricks of stopping someone's bleeding while bonding on the journey. So in a way, Bilbo is saving Fili's life. I hope you think that's okay. Pray for Fili, and hope help arrives in time. Up next is Kili's POV.