The King was safe.
Seeking a brief moment of respite from the battle his two young nephews, having fought fiercely to defend their kinsman, looked at each other and smiled. It was at that very moment, at the exact same time, each of them noticed the blood which was seeping out and stained the clothes of a much beloved brother dark. They were mortally wounded.
Yet there were no tears of regret, they simply knew and accepted that this was where the journey ended. This was the end of the journey for Fili and Kili, sons of Gnér and Dís, nephews of Thorin Oakenshield.
For a brief moment they looked at each other, and then, as if of one mind, they uttered a loud war-cry and leapt back into the fray. This was the end, and they would make it such an end that would go down in legends.
