Thanks to you all for following the story. I have it mostly written, so I plan on being able to post new chapters on a regular basis. And for the obligatory disclaimer. I will not post this again: I do not own The Hobbit (unless you count the owning a copy of the DVD) nor do I make any money off of writing my crazy little stories. Thanks again to you all! I hope you enjoy.


"Kili! No!" Fili shouted, but there was nothing he could do. He had already taken an arrow and a sword for Kili and now Kili took two arrows for him. Fili crawled to his brother's body. His own pain was forgotten. He needed to be with Kili. When he finally reached him, he laid his head on Kili's. Kili's breathing was ragged.

"I'm sorry," Fili cried.

"No need to be sorry," Kili whispered. "We're together. That's all that matters now."

"Yes, we're together." The pain in Fili's body burned. He ignored it and threw his arm around Kili's neck.

"You can't get rid of me so easily," Kili tried to laugh, but coughed instead. Blood came out of his mouth. The end was near. "We've had a great adventure, haven't we?"

"Yes," Fili said. "The best." He tried to take a deep breath, but he couldn't. The pain was too much. "Do you remember when we were just young dwarflings, how in the evenings, we would sit around the fire with mother and Uncle Thorin?" He felt Kili nod his head, ever so slightly. "Thorin would tell us stories and mother would sing? We would laughed. We were surrounded by love."

"Yes," Kili whispered. "Yes, I remember. Those were the best of times."

Fili felt Kili's arm drop away from his.

"I'm sleepy now," Kili said. "Good night, my brother."

"Good night," Fili whispered back. "Sleep well." He closed his eyes and relaxed.