Note: I wanted something to work on in between my other two hobbit stories. Like my go to story when I need a break. I see a lot of stories on the journey it self, so I came up with this idea of what happens after the Battle of the Five Armies.

As a note to save my sanity, I can not kill Fili or Kili. Though they did get wounded defending Thorin, I just can't do it. I don't have it in me. I'm a sap, what can I say. So I will slap this bad boy with an AU because of it.

But I do hope that you like my tale.

Feedback is always greatly appreciated, Flames are not tolerated so get to steppin.

Enjoy!

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Prologue: Fetch The Healer

"Is there anything we can do to save him, Gandalf?" Bilbos voice was soft. He tried as he could to keep himself from falling apart before all to see. The king he called friend was mortally wounded with holes in his body from arrows and a gash across his chest. They tried to keep up with the changing of bandages, seconds it only took for his blood to soak through.

Gandalf tried everything in his power to stop the bleeding. No spell could fix the damage that was already done, too deep for even his magic.

Thorin laid there restless, pain coursing through his body until he grew numb. His eyes were closed and his breathing was unsettling. The color no longer held in his face leaving him a sick, ghostly white.

Sounds buzzed around his ears but he couldn't make out what was being said or if it was just his imagination. Was he hearing things? Possibly. It took much of his strength to lay there and breathe let alone enough to open his eyes.

His mouth was dry and it hurt to swallow, leaving him groaning. This was his fate, to die alone with only a few that he called family by his side. He accepted this fated tale but at least he fought hard and claimed back the home that was taken from him and his kin.

There was nothing he could do, he knew his time was passing quickly; he could feel it weighing heavily in his battered body.

He swallowed the dryness in his throat. He gasped softly as his chest heaved. The rhythm of his heart beating barely there. "Fili..." He mumbled. "Kili..."

Gandalf stood by his side and placed a gentle hand on his chest. "Don't fret my dear friend, your nephews will live. Fili and Kili will be alright."

Thorin did his best to smile, wonderful news on this gloomy day of death. Before the darkness claimed him, laying there on the battlefield his nephews defended him taking arrows that were meant for him. He was proud to call them his family.

But it was great to know before he left this land his people would be in good hands. There wasn't a prouder thought in his head then seeing his boy take the throne one day.

Thorin forced his eyes open blinking the fog that clouded him. His head fell to the side. "Where's...where's..." His voice failed him.

"Save your strength, Master Dwarf." Gandalf said. "Rest now."

He didn't argue or even fight the darkness of unconsciousness.

Gandalf hustled Bilbo away before he could protest and stay. He led him out of the room.

"Gandalf..." Bilbo started. "There's nothing you can do is there?"

The wizard frowned, shaking his head. "I'm afraid not. His wounds are too deep for my magic, all I can do is make him comfortable." He sighed softly. "Thorin Oakenshield needs a healer with far more power then me."

It was Bilbo's turn to frown. "Is there such a thing...a person who could heal him?"

Before Gandalf could answer the question that there was indeed someone who could save the king under the mountain, Radagast was waiting for them with his sleigh of Rhosgobel Rabbits.

"Gandalf."

He nodded once. "Make haste, Radagast. You must bring the healer to me. She is the only one that can save him from his death."

"She will not go willingly, you know of this." Radagast pointed out.

"Yes, I know, but she owes me. It's in her best interest that she comes."

"I will tell her this, of course she may put me to sleep before I have the chance to tell her."

Gandalf hid the smile that was creeping up on him. The healer he spoke of was just as stubborn as the dwarves themselves. But there was no other option, he needed her help. "Go now, we don't have much time."

Radagast stepped on the back of the sleigh, with a rapid thump of the lead rabbit and off they went, the brown wizard barely catching the bar in time.

Bilbo waited until the other wizard was gone from sight before he turned and looked up at the grey wizard who had a complex look on his face. There was something far more to this story. "Who is she Gandalf, who is this healer you speak of?"

Gandalf kept his thoughts to himself on the matter. There was no time to chit chat when they had to prepare for her arrival. Despite her chances to ignore the brown wizard or his words, she will come...even if it meant she come yelling.

"Now is not the time for stories, Bilbo Baggins. There is much to be done before she arrives. We must prepare..."

Against his wishes to pry the words from the mouth of Gandalf, Bilbo knew better than to press the issue. When the time came all would be explained. He just hopes Radagast gets back in time and the healer is with him.