Tara sat next to a motionless Kili, a tear dripped down her nose and landing on his cheek. She held up the smooth stone he gave her in Mirkwood and placed it in his hand. A few more dwarves came into view, looking sadly at Kili.

"I remember when I first saw him," Tara spoke, "I thought he was handsome, but trouble."

She smiled at the thought and a few dwarves smiled with her. She looked at the dwarves and burst into a sob.

"Why does it hurt so much?" she cried.

"It means it was real," Gloin said.

"I wish I never knew what true love felt like," Tara told them and laid her forehead on his chest.

"Now, now," Bofur said, laying a hand on her back, "Do not say that. To be honest, I don't think I had ever seen Kili so happy in my life."

"He's right laddie," Balin spoke this time, "He wouldn't want you upset."

Tara wiped away a few tears, "He once told me, back in Rivendell, that his new goal was to get me to smile more often.

"And that you should do," the old dwarf said again.

She nodded and looked back down at the dead dwarf. She leaned down and kissed him, one last time.

"I love you," she whispered, "You will forever be in my heart."

Autumn did not see anything, but darkness. Then she saw a light and a face. Bard's face appeared above hers and she blinked a few times. She was alive.

"Ugh," Autumn said, sitting up, "What happened?"

Bard smiled and kissed her quickly. She kissed back but she could not ignore the pain jolting through her thigh, ankle, and head. Her body ached and she looked down to see a bandage covering her thigh and ankle. Her thigh had a stab wound while her ankle was probably just broken. Her head only ached from being hit to unconsciousness.

Suddenly a scream was heard to her right, "Mum!"

Tilda attacked her in a hug, as did Sigrid and Bain. Tilda cried in her chest as she hugged her tightly.

"Shhhh," Autumn said, stroking her hair, "It is alright, we are safe. All of us."

She looked at Bard who was holding Amber. She extended her arms and he placed Amber in them.

"Hi beautiful," she whispered, "Mommy's got you know."

She smiled at Bard, but faltered when she noticed the look on his face.

"What is wrong?" she asked worryingly.

"Children, take Amber and go and help anyone who needs it," Bard said.

They nodded and walked away after Sigrid took Amber from Autumn.

"The assassin leader that you told me about," Bard said, "I am afraid she has passed."

Autumn stared at him in shock.

"Oh my gosh," she said, covering her mouth.

She burst into tears and leaned into Bard's chest. She could not believe that Faedra was actually dead. She saved her when she was a child and now she wished she could have at least said goodbye. She breathed heavily and forced herself to stop.

"I guess the only thing we can do now is move on," Autumn said, her eyes still watering up, "She would want us to do that."

Bard nodded and kissed her forehead. The children rejoined them and Tilda talked happily about how Bard killed one of the giant trolls after riding a wagon.

Faren quickly ran up towards Ravenhill after hearing the news of Thorin's passing. He needed to know if his sisters were alright. He walked through the ruins, looking at all the fallen orc bodies. He rounded and corner and found Tara staring down at one of the dwarves bodies. He breathed a sigh of relief that at least one was alright, but he knew that her broken heart would never mend. He left his little sister with the dwarf, making sure his presence was not known, and to leave her to mourn for her loss love.

He continued on throughout Ravenhill, calling out Faedra's name. He needed to know if his other little sister was alright as well. He was so engrossed in his search that he had not realized he had run into his wife when he fell after bumping into her. Her look told him everything he needed to know, but he needed to see for himself. He quickly got up and ran towards the icy lake.

"Faren!" Lia called, "Wait!"

He did not stop and kept on running as if his life depended on it. He came into view of a body lying on the ice motionless. He slowly proceeded forwards until he was standing over the body.

"No," he whispered and fell to his knees.

Tears rained down like a waterfall as he picked up his little sister's head and putting it against his chest. Without meaning to, he let out his angry with an accursed scream that echoed through the air. His anger quickly subsided and he burst into a sob, kissing Faedra's forehead.

Amara walked through Ravenhill, a group of assassins behind her, looking at all the fallen bodies. She heard a shrill scream in the distance and she ran forward. The others followed and when the fog cleared, they found Lia's husband, Faren, holding a lifeless body. She walked forward to see who had fallen and covered her mouth after seeing. She collapsed, but a few assassins caught her.

"No," she whispered, "It can't be."

The army of assassins started to flood in, making a circle around Faren. One assassin started to sing a song that had all the languages merged together. The others joined and it was a very hollow and sad song. Amara looked up as she sang, tears falling down her dirty face. When the song had finished, all the assassins looked at her.

"Who is next?" they asked.

Amara did not have an answer as she did not know. Faedra never told her no matter how many times she asked.

"I do not know," Amara spoke the words that have never been spoken about a leader.

Everyone looked around with worry and confusion.

"So this is it?" another asked, "The time of the assassins has ended?"

Amara just stood there, a silent tear trailing down her nose.

Then finally she picked her head up and said, "No!"

Everyone looked at her confused.

"There is still someone who is to be the next leader," Amara said, "This time, however, we have to find them ourselves."

"But what will we do in the meantime?" one asked again.

"All we can do is wait and be patient," Amara said, walking towards Faren and picking up the sacred sword, "There is someone out there. Faedra would not leave us without choosing a leader. All of us have to work together to solve this puzzle and if you do perhaps think you know the leader, bring them to Rivendell. There a statute will be made to honor our best assassin leader of all time."

Everyone cheered, but it was more a mellow and hollow cheer. It was obvious everyone was still hurt by their passing leader, but if there was one thing they had learned from Faedra was to move on. That is what she would have wanted them to do. Holding onto the past does not do anyone any good.

After everyone departed to help the dwarves clean the mess, Amara kneeled down next to Faren.

"Faren," she spoke kindly, laying a hand on his shoulder, "Come. There is nothing to be done now."

He looked at her, his eyes red from crying, "Not yet. I want to stay here a little longer before we bury her."

She only nodded, but something shiny caught her eye before she left. She looked at a pouch attached to her belt that was partly open. Something bright was sticking out of it and she carefully removed it from her belt. Opening it, she picked up some beautiful white gems of pure starlight.

So these must be the gems she thought and put them back in the pouch.

"You should take them," he said, after Amara put her hand out for him to take them, "Give them to Thranduil. He will want them. I have no use for them."

She nodded and left him in peace to have a few more moments with his sister. She went to search for her husband, but instead ran into Thranduil who was speaking with Tauriel. He turned upon hearing her footsteps and Tauriel dismissed herself. They only looked at one another, no emotions showing.

"I am sorry," he spoke.

"All is forgiven," she said, "Oh and I believe these belong to you."

She handed him the pouch which he opened. He did not have the desiring look on his face when he opened it. He instead looked guilty upon looking at the white gems.

"What troubles you, ada?" Amara asked.

"I have realized to late how much my son really means to me," he said, closing the pouch.

Amara reached out and put her hand on his.

"Do not worry," she said, "He still loves you, even if it may seem he does not."

"What did you mean when you said 'if you kill me, you will not just be taking one life'?" Thranduil asked.

Amara smiled a little and looked into his eyes.

"I am with child," she said.

Thranduil smiled and said, "You and Legolas will make a wonderful family."

She smiled and dismissed herself after asking where Legolas had gone. When she had found him, they walked quietly to the place where Faedra was to be buried. She no longer had any more tears to shed and just stared sadly as they lay her between Thorin and Fili. Kili was on Thorin's other side. She lenaed into Legolas after he contently wrapped his arms around her. They walked away from the burial and towards the white horse they had rode all the way to Gundabad and back.

"Do you want to come with me?" he asked.

"To where?" she asked.

"To the North," he said, "I am to find the Dunedain."

Amara nodded and said, "Well I can't let you have all the fun now can I?"

He smiled and kissed her sweetly. He then laid a hand on her stomach making her laugh a little. They then mounted the horse and ran away from the treacheries of Erebor to begin another journey.