Here's Part two. This is mostly in Kili's POV, as the last one was Thorin and Bilbo's, concerning Fili's "death." This chapter is for Kili and Tauriel.

Kili was blinded by grief and pain as he hacked through all the orcs that came in his path. He had never fought more viciously in his life. Never had this thirst for blood. Orc blood. He would slay every single one of them that poisoned the earth, starting with the ones on Ravenhill. And then he would find Azog, and the orc leader would suffer the most. His death would be slow. That was a promise.

His brother was dead. He had seen him land on the ground, right in front of him. He had been below the fortress, he had seen Thorin and Dwalin-and Bilbo, however he got there-on the wall watching what was happening above him in absolute horror. Then he heard Azog's roar. Then he heard Fili's, his blood froze.

The next thing, he watched Thorin keel over with a grieving gasp, looking as though he was going to crumble from where he stood...and then came a sickening thud in front of Kili, right at his feet. Fili's staring eyes bore into Kili's mind like a flaming brand, the ghost of his pleading expression frozen there. When he pleaded Thorin to run? Pleading Kili to run?

He could remember the last time he had seen his brother alive. Fili had stopped him from following, told him to go in the opposite direction of the tunnels. I got this, he had said, turning away from Kili.

He was protecting me! Kili screamed as his grief and rage consumed him, his vision still red after seeing his beloved brother's body. His other half, his best friend. Every time he cut he sword into orc flesh, he tried to hack away the memory of Fili's staring eyes that would forever scar his mind.

It was his only reason to...

"Kili!"

He heard Tauriel's voice and his heart gave a sudden lurch. He ducked under more orc swings and butchered all three of them. Her musical voice always gave him that feeling, especially in the worst of times. "Kili!" Then she gave out a pained yell and fear shot into his heart.

"Tauriel!" he shouted. In that moment, he remembered he had another reason to live. For the woman he fell in love with. An elf. They are NOT taking her, too!

When he brought down more orcs, he eventually found her...lying at the feet of Azog's spawn, Bolg, his sword raised to strike her.

With a battle-crazed roar, Kili lunged from the high walls and on top of the orc, struggling to cut his throat, but Bolg threw him off easily.

Still determined to protect Tauriel, as she did him many times before, Kili jumped back to his feet and charged again, his sword ready, but Bolg easily parried him off and then caught him bent over in a death grip. He couldn't move his sword arm. Panic gripped him.

Bolg raised his giant sword, but Tauriel gave out a pained cry and leapt on top of the giant orc, her grip grabbing hold of the sword. As Kili watched them struggle, Tauriel gave out a louder scream, her voice echoing across Ravenhill in her efforts. Bolg finally threw her off, easily like brushing off a fly.

When Tauriel looked up, her face twisted with pain, Kili looked over to meet her gaze, away from Bolg's raised sword. "Tauriel," he whispered, meeting her eyes. A tear escaped his own, like hers, but he gave her a small smile despite his fear. "I love you." He meant it with all his heart. He thought I love you and then I'm sorry. He thought she was the most beautiful thing he ever seen, more beautiful than all the stars in the sky and all the treasure in Erebor. He was honored for her to be the last thing he ever saw in this life. He just wished they had more time. Forgive me, Uncle. I'm coming, brother...

He closed his eyes.

The blow never came. Instead, there came a whiz in the air, a jerking movement, and then suddenly Bolg released Kili. Sitting up on the ground, Kili watched with wide eyed amazement as the giant orc stumbled back, shock crossing his ugly features. An arrow stuck out of his neck; Bolg choked, but he still stood and started to growl, black blood dripping from his fanged mouth.

Without pausing, the blood in his veins fueled from the wrath of Durin, Kili clutched his sword and lunged at the spawn of Azog with all his strength, knocking the tall monster off his feet and thrusting his sword deep into the orcs chest. Even with Bolg pinned to the ground, choking on his own blood, the orc still struggled and grabbed the dwarf's arm, but Kili gritted his teeth and twisted his sword deeper into flesh and bone. Twisted...held it there...brown eyes meeting the half-blinded pair...

"That's what you get for putting an arrow in my leg, you wretched filth!" Kili snarled softly, his face an inch from the monster's, all his wrath shown in his dark eyes and was satisfied to see a hint of fear in the orc's. For hurting the people I love. When the life faded from the orc's eyes, Kili yanked his sword out and then kicked at the body with a growl.

Then he turned to see Tauriel, who had turned to see where the arrow came from. He followed her gaze and was in awe to Legolas perched on a tower, at least fifty feet from a high and far-off distance, lowering his bow. He must have heard Tauriel's scream and then fired an arrow from the distance. By the looks of it, it might had been his last.

Despite his dislike of the Elf Prince, Kili had to admit he was impressed with his distant aim. Bowman to bowman.

It was then Legolas nodded in salute before turning to leap off the tower, pulling out Orcrist (Thorin's stolen sword) and stabbed it into the head of a giant troll below. Kili shook his head, scoffing. Show-off!

Then he turned to Tauriel, who was still kneeling on the ground, the tears still streaked in her green eyes. The two met each other's gaze. Kili's sword slipped his grasp, his anger forgotten in that moment as he found himself moving toward her, dropping to his knees, and then met her embrace. Her composure had given into pained sobs as she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck, gasping for air.

He held her, hands rubbing her back and wrapping around the tresses of her long red hair. Tears were in his own eyes. Tears of relief that she was safe and Bolg, a spawn of Azog, was dead. Tears of pain and grief for the death of his brother. Tears of horror from all he had witnessed in this battle. Tears of shame from the realization that he had given up, had almost left Tauriel and Thorin behind, leaving them to consume in their grief. All these mixed emotions were heavy enough to let a sob escape him, and he hugged Tauriel tighter, not caring about any boundaries, or they were of a different race that should never belong together. He did not care. She was here with him, and he was here for her.

"Le mellin,* Kili," she whispered in his ear, her breath shaking with her tears. "Le mellin."

Kili let out a shuddery breath. "I do not know what that means," he whispered back, repeating what she had said to him on the shores of the Lake after he told her, "Amralime."

Tauriel smiled against his shoulder. "I think you do," she breathed.

Then Kili found himself smiling and laughed a little, more tears escaping his eyes as he kissed the side of her head. He didn't stop there as he kissed her sweet red hair, trailing to her forehead, her eyebrows, both of her closed eyes, the salty tears that ran down her smooth cheeks...then finally, when she opened her eyes, revealing the green orbs that always enchanted him, he cupped her face tenderly and kissed her.

She tasted so sweet to his lips, soft and warm. He felt her kiss him back, locking tongues hungrily as her delicate hand brushed across the bristles of his cheek. He could taste the salt of her tears, hear her whimper from relief. As he ran his fingers across her cheeks until they ran through her silky red hair, his skin burned from her touch, causing them to clasp the back of her neck as he kissed her more desperately.

Not a day had went by when he hadn't thought of this beautiful red-haired maiden, the love of his life, his One, from the first moment he saw her after she saved him from the spiders in Mirkwood. Feeling the adrenaline of danger, her face had glowed with confidence, her green eyes twinkling as she smiled at him in victory. Her red hair a fiery beacon in the darkness. She was his savior, his firm and his love. He was hers from that moment on, no matter what race she was. He could not imagine living a life without her, especially in this very moment, as he hadn't imagined what life would be without Fili.

Fili.

Finally, they broke off the kiss to finally breathe, dwarf and elf leaning their foreheads against each other. He closed his eyes, inhaling her breath. Then hot tears of agony escaped his eyes and he pressed his lips together to keep himself from breaking. He knew he was failing.

"Kili?" Tauriel whispered, caressing his face. "Kili..."

Kili leaned into her hand and let out a soft, strangled sob. Another tear escaped his eyes opened and met Tauriel worried green. "He's gone. F-Fili...h-he...my brother is gone!" he whispered. He then tried to look away, ashamed to be crying in front of her, but the she-elf caught him and pulled him back in her embrace, placing his head on her shoulder. His body went slack against her and shook as he cried, mourning for Fili. She kept whispering gentle Sindarin words in his ear that somehow soothed him, even when he couldn't understand it.

Though he wanted to block out the pain he felt for the loss of his brother, block out the image of his dead body landing at his feet, he knew that he would never be able to forget. He felt caught between two desires: life and death. Death to follow his brother, but life to follow Tauriel. And he would choose Tauriel, because he loved her too much to leave her, and he knew his brother would have wanted him to keep fighting. To live. To love, even it was with an elf.

Kili finally ceased crying and took a deep breath, shuddering as he reluctantly pulled back, his hands still on her shoulders. Though not even Tauriel's love was not enough to take away his pain, it was enough to give him strength.

A will to live. A chance to be happy again. In time, he hoped-no, he knew-it would lessen his pain. Not today, or tomorrow, or even in weeks or months, but as long as he had Tauriel with him, time would heal his wounds. He had mourned for his brother, and he would have more time to do so again when the battle was over. Bolg was dead, but it was Azog who killed Fili. It was Azog who needed to die.

Thorin. He remembered Thorin screaming his name when everything in his world had been bloodlust and vengeance. Shame and horror gripped him from the memory. He had just left Thorin on his own, for it was he who had watched Fili die. In his eyes, Thorin was the strongest dwarf he had ever seen in all of Middle Earth, but he had never seen his uncle look so broken when he watched Fili die right before his eyes. Kili cursed himself for his own stupidity. He had left the only father he had ever known behind to deal with his grief alone. To deal with the orcs. Thorin needed him now more than ever.

"Tauriel...I have to find Thorin," Kili said softly, meeting her eyes again. He cupped her beautiful face one more time, savoring her touch before saying, almost to himself, "I have to go find my uncle."

Tauriel nodded. She closed her eyes and kissed his hand, let her lips linger for a moment. Kili wished this would last forever, but something in his gut was screaming with warning.

A cold, creeping feeling crawled his spine just as it had when he had been split ways with Fili in the tunnel. Something was wrong. Thorin was in danger. Azog. There was no other than the pale orc who would do anything to wipe out the line of Durin.

When Tauriel finally opened her eyes, they were hardened with fiery determination, like the fierce warrior she was, like the first time he had met her. Her hair was like a blazing fire in the snowy skylight. "I will come with you," she said.

Thinking her more beautiful than ever, Kili nodded. His brown eyes blazed just as dangerously, matching with her green, but also full of love and pride. There were no more words to be said. From the moment Kili had given her his stone and when Tauriel had returned her kiss, they had promised themselves to one another. There would be another fight after this one, but for now, anything that dared teared them apart would make it the last thing they ever did.

Together, dwarf and elf stood, picking up their fallen weapons: Kili with his sword and Tauriel with her daggers. They met each other's gaze.

Amralime.*

Sevog i veleth nin.*

Then they rejoined the battle, cutting down more orcs that charged in their path, side by side. Vengeance for Fili. Fear for Thorin. Love for Tauriel. Kili fought with a whole new strength as a true son of Durin. He dodged, parried, and stabbed, but when he had time to pause, he call out his uncle's name. His instincts were ringing stronger than ever and Kili grew afraid. Underneath his warrior phase, he felt like a small dwarfing again, lost in the midst of battle, trying to look for the dwarf who raised him straight from birth. One he would call his father.

"Thorin!" he shouted, desperately. "Thorin!"

Khuzdul translation:

*My love

Sindarin Translation:

*I love you

*You have my love

So this is Kili and Tauriel.

The scene between them in the movie always made me sob because it was so unfair and crushing. I also kept thinking that maybe if somebody shot a damn arrow at Bolg, Kili would have been saved. Legolas was standing on the tower within range sight, and I'd bet my money that he could have made that shot, even with his last arrow.

So in this scene, I've shown what could have happened differently: if Tauriel screamed a little louder in the movie and Legolas heard her, he probably would have saved Kili for her by shooting an arrow at Bolg and Kili would have finished off Bolg. Then Kili and Tauriel would have had their chance, and I'd like to think it would have been a really good one;) They were made for each other.

Just trying to keep a positive note, because the next chapter won't be. Far from it. The next will be Thorin's POV again.