Chapter 1
Kili's wound was terribly affected, he could neither stand, nor walk. The pain was too much for the dwarf prince, but he still tried to be brave for his uncle. But since they had left Lake Town to go to the Lonely Mountain, he had to stay behind with his brother at his side. He did not like it, he wanted to see, touch and cherish the mountain that he had been told about for all those years.
But after his uncle left on his journey to reclaim what is his, the younger dwarf collapsed under a strong poison's fever.
He did not really know what happened during those hours, everything was blurry, a mess of pain, sounds and smells. He heard screams all around him, and when he could finally open his eyes a little, he saw orcs running around the house, trying to kill his brother.
Even though he was sick, he tried to stand up and fight, but as soon he had got up, he fell down again. The young dwarf prince lay there on the hard wooden floor of Bard's cabin, with all his strength trying to get up, to protect his older brother, but all was in vain.
He was sliding back into the darkness, his eyes were too heavy to keep open. Kili tried so hard, but all he could do, was listen to the screaming of the girls and the cry of his brother's voice, screams of men and orcs bound together, Dwarves grunting in the back, quiet but clear. The slicing of swords, knives and arrows, the smell of blood, and bodies falling down on the ground; then silence fell all around him.
Kili heard footsteps approaching him, people were running around the house. It felt like he was floating, but the young dwarf prince was simply getting back onto the bed which he had fallen out of minutes before.
"KILI, STAY WITH ME, KILI!" he heard his elder bother yelling out to him. He felt a trembling warm hand in his, and squeezed Fili's hand with difficulty to let him know he was still there. He rolled his head towards his elder brother, but that was all he could do – there was no more strength left in his body.
Kili felt a horrid pain shooting through his leg, his entire body was shaking. He felt hands everywhere, holding him in place. The dwarf felt two soft hands pressing on his wound lightly, and heard the voice he had only dreamed about since their first meeting in Mirkwood.
The pain in his leg was lessened already and he could open his eyes a little, only to see a bright light shining, like the brightest star inthe sky or a feast of lights, Mereth-en-Gilith "lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad" Then the light faded and he saw the fiery red hair of "Tauriel" – he cried out her name with a sore voice. She faintly smiled and kept repeating those words she spoke, she looked at him with beautiful eyes and never took her gaze from him.