Author's note: This is the movie version of the story. I will be doing another story line that is about the book version after I have reread the hobbit for the 20th time so I know I have the history straight. Don't hate for putting Legolas in, I couldn't think of anyone else, I know he's not in the book. Just FYI, enjoy

Chapter Three

A Final Goodbye

Kili stopped short as he turned the final corner, the blonde elf was there leaning over his brother muttering words quietly. The anger resurfaced and Kili was ready to charge at him before Bilbo finally caught up and grabbed his arm.

"Kili don't! He is trying to save him!" Bilbo said quickly he sighed in relief when he saw Kili's arm fall down at his side again.

Calmer now, Kili made his way to where is brother lay, Legolas opened his eyes and looked to Kili as the younger dwarf grabbed his brother's hand, "Will he be alright?" the carefree spark in the young dwarf's eyes were gone, replaced only by a dim light of hope.

Legolas sighed, "I have stabilized him, it is safe to move him down the mountain, but he has severe wounds, most are beyond me to heal, he needs a healer's skills."

"But…he will be alright?" Kili asked again, "Please, I just need to know."

Legolas shook his head, "I cannot honestly tell you, only a healer can answer that question."

"Well then why are we still standing here?!" Kili asked ready to carry Fili down the mountain himself.

"Kili!" The sudden added voice reminded Kili that Bilbo was still there, he looked up only to see pure horror in the little hobbit's eyes, only one word left Bilbo's lips, "Thorin."

Kili stood up, a little too quickly as the pain quickly made itself known again, wincing he limped over to where Bilbo stood. Down one more stairway, Thorin lay on the ground Azog preparing to end charge.

Kili looked back to Fili and back to his Uncle, how could he leave either of them?

"I will find a way to get your brother down this mountain, you go help your Uncle, do not worry I will protect him." Legolas stood to his full height and gently lifted Fili up with him.

"Why are you helping us?" Kili asked quietly, "We have given you no reason to like us, and I am sure your father has a thing or two to settle with my Uncle."

Legolas nodded, "yes, with your Uncle, not the two of you, besides your brother does not deserve to die this way and if I can save him, I will."

Suddenly Kili felt calm, he felt he could trust Legolas, he would not hurt Fili anymore then he already was. Kili nodded to Legolas, "Thank you, please, do take care of him."

Legolas nodded as Kili grabbed Bilbo by the arm making him yelp in surprise and pulled the poor confused hobbit down the remaining staircase, his broken ribs at the moment forgotten.

…..

Kili reached the bottom of the stairs, Bilbo's arm still lightly grasped, the young prince looked out over the frozen water to where his Uncle lay the only thing keeping Azog's blade away from his chest was his own blade. The small glint off of Thorin's sword told Kili that his Uncle had gotten his real blade back.

"Uncle!" Kili's voice echoed off the rocks as he released Bilbo's arm and began to walk towards the battle.

"No Kili…"Thorin's thoughts were silent as his eyes never left Azog as he slid his sword out from under Azog's blade allowing him to run him through.

"NO!" Kili's yell was planned for as it distracted Azog long enough for Thorin to turn around and stab him through…all the way through, Thorin's blade went through Azog and into the ice below. Thorin sat on top of him until the life was drained out of his worthless body. Thorin stood up just as Kili reached him only to collapse onto his nephew. Kili did not have the strength to hold him up but with Bilbo's help did not fully drop him to the ground.

"Uncle, why did you not let me help you?" Kili's voice cracked but he did not care anymore as he pulled Thorin closer to him.

Thorin was choking on his own blood, but he grabbed Kili's hand gripped it tightly, "I could not, would not lose you too."

Kili bit his lip, he looked over at Bilbo who shook his head, no point in telling Thorin that Fili would live when it was not for certain. Kili's attention was brought back to Thorin when something was pressed into his hand.

"Kili, I am not asking you to take the crown, but I do want you to remember…you are capable of more than you know, you can lead our people," Thorin's voice was barely a whisper now as he closed Kili's hand over the round object placed there.

Knowing what it was Kili shook his head firmly, "No, no Uncle please don't go!"

"You must let me go Kili, my time is over; your time has just begun," Thorin reached up and pulled Kili's face closer to him, he placed a kiss on Kili's forehead and then pulled back, "I never said it enough, but I loved you, both of you, so very much, you really are a prince under the mountain."

Kili could no longer stop the tears from falling, "I love you too Uncle, always."

"Bilbo?" Thorin's questions surprised Kili and he nodded to Bilbo who was a stones throw away. He came quickly.

"I'm here Thorin, I'm here," Bilbo said sitting on the other side of the fallen king.

Thorin gripped his hand as Kili watched as Bilbo tried to keep his composer at the sight of his dying friend.

"I want to pass from you in friendship," Thorin said gasping his grip on both their hands became a little tighter.

"No, no you are not going anywhere Thorin, you are going to live," Bilbo knew the words were a lie the moment they left his lips, his friend was dying and there was nothing he nor Kili could do about it.

"The words that I said before, I did not mean…please forgive me," Thorin choked out.

Tears were flowing freely now for Kili as he watched the hobbit lean over Thorin closer to him, as a few tears fell down his face as he whispered, " Thorin, there is nothing to forgive."

Smiling through growing darkness, Thorin nodded towards Kili, "Get him settled before you leave…for me."

Bilbo nodded, "Of course Thorin, I will stay as long as Kili needs me to."

Thorin turned back to Kili, "I will not say do not weep…and know that does not make you weak, it makes you strong."

"Uncle…Please…" Kili's eyes almost seem to change color with the amount of tears that were flowing down his face, he squeezed Thorin's hand tightly, "Please don't go."

"My dear boy," Thorin whispered running his fingers over Kili's face one last time, "My eyes darken…I bid you both…a very fond farewell…"

"No Uncle don't go, please!" Kili pleaded even as the words left his mouth he felt Thorin's hand go limp, and his head fell back to the ground…he was gone.