A/N: Just a few things for you to know when you are reading this.
1. When elvish is spoken translation is in ( )
2. I know that some people aren't really related just go with it.
3. Elvish may not be correct. I am mostly using online translators.
70 years later.
Kili
I wake up with a pounding head ache. I open my eyes and see the whole company except Bilbo standing around my bed with my cousin Dain who seems to have aged greatly but the company still looks exactly the same.
"What happened?"
"During the battle you got a slashed by a sword that had deathdollslisis on it and an extreme amount too for it knocked you out for several years. Happened to all of us to actually." Balin explains.
That makes sense because deathdollslisis stops aging effects when in a body.
"How long have I been out?" I ask.
"A couple of years maybe 5 at the most." Dain tells me. Something in his voice makes me question him though.
"Where is Bilbo?"
"He went back to the Shire because he believes we are dead. We were waiting for you to wake up so we can journey to the Shire to see our hobbit. We would also be taking a quick stop in Rivendell." Thorin answered and winked at me.
I smile. We are going to see Kendall.
Limoladiel
I walk to the stables and go to the last stall. In it stands Nessa a picture perfect image of her father Asfaloth. Now she is a big strong beautiful mare who can outrun any horse, even if they are ten times bigger than her.
"Thar amrun. (Good morning girl)" I say and stroke her neck while I put a bridle on her.
I then lead her out of the stables and I mount her, my skirts flying in all directions. I kick her sides lightly and start to ride up a trail that leads to my secret training grounds.
I reach the training ground and take out my bow and start shooting at the targets in anger. This is exactly 70 years ago today that I meet those damn dwarves. I get out my throwing axes and start swinging them at more targets. The only good thing they did was teach me to fight. I am happy they died.
