We come now to where I had originally intended to end this story, but I remembered that with the return of Lithuen's memory there is a lot more she can do. Therefore, on to another adventure!

I slowly came to, sitting up amid the carnage in the aftermath of battle. I remembered seeing Legolas standing over an injured Tauriel. I had felt sure she would be alright with him protecting her, when I had gotten distracted by someone screaming Thorin's name. That lapse of focus had cost me as an orc mace connected solidly with the back of my head. I tried to break through the haze, but it dragged me under.

I could tell I had not been out long. Many dwarves, men, and elves wandered the field looking for the injured. I saw most of my companions, but not Kili, or his brother and uncle. I immediately stumbled towards the nearest dwarf to find out where they were. "We haven't found them yet," the dwarf said worriedly. Suddenly a howl pierced the air. I turned to see Balin not far away, holding a fallen figure in his arms. My heart stopped.

I ran as fast as I could, willing my worst fears away. I couldn't help the pained sobs as I saw the still forms of Fili and Thorin. Kili was not far away, barely breathing. I collapsed to my knees, holding his head in my lap. "No! Kili don't go, please!" I could feel myself falling into grief when in the darkness, a flood of memories rushed into my head. I looked up, absolutely furious.

"What is it!?" the dwarves watching me cried.

"I remember..."

"What? What do you remember?" They all looked afraid.

"Everything," I said flatly. I began to shriek towards the sky and the power that had put me here, that had reminded me of who I was just as it was too late. "You knew! The whole reason I came here was for him! If I had known this would be your price I never would have come! I would have died first!" From the dwarves expressions they seemed to think I was going insane. "It's not going to end this way. You may have been keeping my power in check until now, but you're not in control anymore," I said with cold fury.

"What are you doing?" Balin asked fearfully as I approached Thorin.

"I'm going to save them," I replied, with more determination than I had ever had. I could feel the power trying to resist me, trying to stop this thing, but I had never felt so in control. I placed both hands on Thorin's chest and focused. Through half closed eyes I saw the glow of magic start to settle around my hands, the dwarves looking on. I gathered healing thoughts and shoved them into him. Slowly I could see his wounds closing over. After what seemed ages he opened his eyes, and I sat back gasping for air. This was the hardest thing I had ever done, and I wasn't sure I could save them all. I knew I had to try, for Kili's sake. Thorin sat up slowly aided by Balin and stared at me in shock.

"How did you do that?" he asked.

"I'm in control now," I managed to gasp out. I moved to Fili. Placing my hands as before I focused again. It was harder this time, especially with Thorin watching intently. I slowly pulled the magic to me, and Fili's wounds closed. As he looked up I collapsed, white as death. Painfully I pulled myself towards Kili on hands and knees. I felt Thorin pull me back.

"No Lithuen. You'll kill yourself if you try again."

"I have to," I said stubbornly.

"Why?" Fili asked.

"You're not the only one that loves him," I said, desperately trying to clear my head. Wordlessly Fili helped me get over to Kili. I kneeled at his side and simply called to him. "Kili, come back. Please come back." I gathered everything I had left. I could dimly feel Fili holding me up. I reached deep down and grabbed the last of the power, and saw that it wouldn't be enough. Sobbing, I reached even further grabbing my very life force. As I gave him everything I had I called out one last time. "Kili, I love you." His eyes fluttered open. The earth whirled around me but somehow I managed to focus on his face.

"You love me?" he said happily. He hadn't yet noticed I was slipping away.

"Lithuen!" Fili screamed.

"Lithuen? NO, wait, please!" cried Kili when he realized what was happening. I screamed at the unfairness of it all in my head. I had saved him only to lose him all over again. That was when I heard the voice of the power in my head for the first time since coming to this world.

"I thought this was just a game to you," it said, contemplating me for a second. I was barely listening, my spirit screaming out for what I had lost. The ritual had been nothing to how I felt now, no physical pain could compare. I realized it was still talking. "Never let it be said that I back out on my deals. You did your part without even knowing it, and for that I will send you back. I'll even let you keep the power, I have a feeling it will be useful for you yet. You will never hear from me again. We are done here."

I felt a painful shock as I was shoved back into my body. I could feel myself being slowly rocked back and forth, and opened my eyes to see Kili's tear stained face, just inches from mine. "Kili," I whispered, reaching up with one shaky hand to caress his cheek. His look of shock lasted only a moment before his lips were on mine. I blushed slightly to hear cheering all around us. He picked me up and I looked around for a moment at all the faces I had never hoped to see again. Bilbo was there, and Gandalf, and Legolas with his arm around Tauriel. Thranduil was nearby them, looking resigned to his son's choice of mate. Then I nervously looked to Fili and Thorin. Both were grinning. I knew then that I had finally earned my place among them.

Remember the dungeon scene where I mentioned her emotions effecting her power? It took the anguish of loss and fury of betrayal to finally push her into her full power. From now on she has a proper control over it, meaning anything short of fatal wounds is no trouble for her at all. Still, she probably won't be trying to raise the dead again any time soon.