Thank you to everybody who reviewed, favorited or followed. I'm sorry that there were some mistakes in the first version, I had to edit and delete it and upload again. This story has been in my head for so long but I haven't had the time to write. For the guest reviewers that asked, I will attempt to get an epilogue for "It's not safe" out as soon as I can and I will be updating dreams as well.

Dain could be heard barking out orders, the dwarves of the Iron Hills were busy and had almost finished securing the mountain once again. Balin had had word that they would be able to move Thorin and the boys inside the mountain. The elves had been kind enough to bring food for everyone, including the survivors of Laketown. Men, Elves and Dwarves all helping each other. Balin had to admit, it was a sight to be seen. Dwalin was less sentimental than his brother. He was still aloof with the Elves, thankful of course, he had made it his life's work to protect Thorin and he would die for him. They were great friends, had played together as children, even though he was years younger than Thorin. Balin had to admit that he hoped Thorin would soon wake and begin his road to recovery. He would make a great king. Balin walked into the tent holding the royal family and his attention was drawn to Thorin who had Oin and two other healers around him. They were rushing and Balin could instantly see that Thorin was bleeding. Feeling helpless he stood and watched the scene. A cold fear washed over him. There was a niggling feeling at the back of Balin's head that something was not right with Thorin, he didn't know what was wrong but he felt that of all of them, Thorin was the only one who had been conscious when they brought them back. Since then he had slept and Balin had been afraid he would never wake again.

The dwarves covered Thorin with bandaging and rubbed salve onto wounds to stop infection. Balin watched helplessly. He took a seat to the side in between both Fili and Kili who appeared to have been left alone. Dwalin was nowhere to be seen. It was only then that he saw someone watching him. He looked back at Kili. His deep brown eyes staring at what looked like nothing, but they had a panic about them and they were wet.

"Kili" Balin scooted forward to be closer to Kili. Kili said nothing, his chest rising shortly and his mouth open as if screaming for breath.

"It's ok Kili….OIN" Balin shouted for the healer who whipped round. "He's awake" Oin left Thorin's care in the hands of the other healers and with a jog he appeared by Kili's side.

"Alright Kili" Oin set his hand on Kili's shoulder Kili looked at him. His eye betraying how he felt. Kili tried to take some air in but struggled and grasped at his chest.

"Kili, you have a stab wound to your chest, your lungs are damaged and it will feel hard to breathe so nice short small breaths. Kili did as he was told and looked to be struggling to speak.

"Don't try to speak Kili, just breathe, nice and easy now" Kili now began to visibly panic, he grabbed at the side of the bed.

"H..h…hurts" he whispered quietly.

"I Know lad, but you will be alright" Oin's soft voice reassuring as ever. Balin looked at the healer. He was certain that his voice had a comforting edge to it, unlike the harshness of Dwalin or even his own wizened voice. Kili stared at Oin.

"F..F…Fili, he fell, he's dead" Balin's heart almost broke at the lad's voice. Broken as it was and lost.

"Your brother lives Kili, he has terrible injuries but he breaths and his heart beats. Oin patted Kili on the shoulder, expecting the news to be taken in and accepted but it was.

Kili head shook slightly,

"He was dropped from the cliff. Azog…" Kili choked and a little blood trickled from his mouth.

"Now Kili" Oin said sternly "You must not do that"

"He's dead, I saw him fall, he's dead" a lone tear fell steadily down Kili's face. Kili tried to take a breath. Balin could hear the horrible noise in Kili's throat as the lad scrambled for breath.

"Easy take it easy Kili" Oin soothed him "Look….your brother is right there" Oin pointed to the left of the bed and Kili's eyes followed until there rested on the prone figure lying on the next bed.

"Watch how his chest rises, your brother is next to you and he is alive" Kili watched Fili. It was true, he was there but, Kili could see no rise and fall of the chest, he could only see Fili lying on the ice at Ravenhill. Blood pouring from his back and not moving. Fili was dead. He had seen him fall.

"Why is he here, he is d.d..dead" Kili did not take his eyes off Fili but Balin and OIn shared a look.

"He is very much alive my dear lad and it is nice to see you awake too" The booming voice carried across the tent and everyone including Kili turned to look at its source. Gandalf strode purposefully into the room and looked around, his eyes lingering on Thorin, before shifting to Fili and finally at Kili.

"It seems that they are ready to move them inside the mountain" Gandalf exclaimed to everyone. Balin nodded, I will see to it and he moved away not before he gave Kili a gentle pat and smile.

"Now Kili, son of Dis, listen carefully, your brother was saved by myself and the elves, as were you and your uncle. It seems that your work in Middle Earth is not complete. Thranduil saved your brother, I am not a healer but I do know a few good spells." Gandalf smiled more to himself than to anyone else. Elvish medicine is the most revered in Middle Earth and Thranduil is himself a master healer. We were able to save your brother, but his body is broken from the fall, so we must hope that the Durin spirit is as bright as we think" Gandalf ended his speech and looked down kindly at Kili, whose eyes flickered from his brother to Gandalf and then at Oin.

"He's alive?" Kili whispered

"Yes Kili, he is alive, even Mahal himself cannot separate the two of you"

Kili stared at his brother, his arm snaked out from beneath the cover that Oin had placed upon him and he reached towards Fili. Fili was too far away to touch but Kili closed his eyes and allowed the grief to wash over him, his brother and best friend was alive.

The room stayed quiet allowing Kili to process this new information. Oin felt Kili's head, it was still warm, Oin sighed.

"Kili, your brother has a great many broken bones as you can imagine, I cannot allow him to be any closer to you, just in case, you understand." Kili did not understand but he could not keep his arm outstretched as it pulled on his chest. He knew himself that bleeding from the mouth was not good and his chest felt like somebody was stood on him.

"Where is Thorin?" Kili asked slowly "Where is my Uncle?"

"He is alive, though he has a stomach wound that will not stop bleeding" Kili swallowed.

"I want to" Kili began before Oin cut him off

"He is right there across the room, I will not allow you to see him, and you cannot sit up in your condition. Indeed you should be resting"

Suddenly Bilbo bobbed up in front of Kili, "He spoke with me before Thranduil healed him, he wanted to know that you and Fili were alright" Kili stared at the hobbit.

"Thranduil healed us all?" Kili asked he didn't remember Thranduil, he only remembered Tauriel.

"Where is Tauriel, she was hurt" Kili asked

Bilbo looked awkwardly at Gandalf and then at Oin.

"I am not sure what happened to her Kili, I will find out for you" Oin replied softly.

Balin suddenly entered the tent.

"Ok Oin they are ready to move them, who do you want first" Oin took one look at Kili and then moved away leaving the young dwarf with Bilbo, as Gandalf also got up and moved away.

"Thorin first, I think"

"W..w….where are you taking him, Kili's chest felt like it would explode, he clutched it wildly.

"Inside the mountain, Kili, somewhere safer and warmer for you all, where the king should be" Oin explained "Now you need to rest, we will be back soon, and there will be someone here to sit with you and Fili"

"I will stay" Balin volunteered "Dwalin is waiting outside, he will go with Thorin just in case" Oin nodded.

"Keep an eye on him" he said quietly to Balin.

Kili felt his head fall to the side, the image of Fili in his eyes, but an image of blood and war resided in his head. He didn't dare close his eyes. He could see people busying themselves around the bed which must have been Thorins. None of them were awake and he felt suddenly lost and a childlike longing for his mother overcame him.

"How long" he whispered

"Since the battle?" Balin paused although he knew what Kili was asking. "Almost 2 days"

Kili licked his lips caustiosly. "And everyone else, are they o..ok" Kili's voice was almost a whisper and Balin was not sure whether it was due to the pain in his chest or the emotion that he ultimately must have felt.

"Cuts, bruises, a few dislocation and sprains, the company are all ok. We lost many dwarves for the Iron Hills. Dain will take care of them for now" Balin glanced at Kili but could not meet his eyes.

"B..B..Balin, what happened to Tauriel, she was hurt"

Balin considered Kili's stuttering. He had done it as a child. Thorin had despaired of him. Balin was convinced it was an anxious notion, a point of view which Dis had shared.

"Lad, you need to concentrate on getting better"

"She's dead isn't she?"

Bilibo who had been sitting close by, feeling rather out of place suddenly took a place by Kili's bed.

"She fell Kili. She saved you but she had been too badly injured. She made Legolas promise that he would keep you alive" Bilbo grimaced. Maybe he had said too much. The thought that Balin and Oin may have been keeping the news from him suddenly occurred to Bilbo.

Kili made a horrible noise, his chest failed to rise and fall and all Kili could hear was a rush in his ears and someone cry out. His eyes went black and when he opened them, his body ached like he had never felt before.

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