A/N: Please review and follow both of my Hobbit stories! I need some ideas on where to take this story so give me ideas!

Thorin

"Where is Kili uncle?" asks Fili for the hundredth time.

"Go to bed. He will be back soon." I gruff. I knew not where Kili was. He went to collect firewood a little over an hour ago. It doesn't take that long to collect wood. I motion for Bofur to come over.

"Go search the forest for Kili. I will have his hide when he gets back." I murmur to Bofur who gives a curt nod and walks out into the wilds.

Not a while longer Bofur bounds into the cave. "Thorin, you need to come with me now. You too Oin."

I jump up and stride quickly over to Bofur with Oin behind me.

"What is it? Where is Kili?"

"You need to see it to believe it Thorin." Bofur advised and leads us into the forest. We walk about 200 yards from the cave and then I see a dark shadow on the ground.

"What is it?" I question and walk over to the shadow on the ground. When I get closer the shadow takes the form of a body. A body with dark hair. Oh Mahal no!

"Kili!" I howled and flung myself at his body. His eyes closed and a huge slash going across his chest. "Oin! Oin! Is he alive?"

The healer walks over and feels for a pulse. His face falls and he shakes his head.

I let out a wail. I have failed him. Oh what am I going to tell Fili? I start cussing Khuzdul under my breath. I hold his still body in my arms. Kili. My Kili. The little dwarfling who begged me to let him get a pony. The little dwarfling who begged me to let him take up archery. Dead.

"What do we do?" moaned Bofur.

"We take him back to camp and give him a burial." I mumble. "Oin, Bofur can you get his body back to camp? I must break the news to Fili."

The dwarves quickly nod knowing that that task was going to be very stressful for Thorin.

I walk back to camp numb with feeling. When I get to camp I gather all the dwarves and Bilbo and tell them the news. There were tears and sobs. No one knew what to say about Kili. They all wished me luck with telling Fili and said if there was anything they could do to help to tell them. I nod and walk over to the last remaining nephew and shake him lightly awake.

"Fili. Fili wake up." I told him trying to hide the despair in my voice.

"Hmmm. What is it? Is Kili back?" Fili asks hopefully.

"No. Look Fili ummm when your brother was um collecting firewood well he was attacked and well he-he. Fili he fell." I sputter out trying to say it as comforting as possible.

Fili's face contorts. "No-it-it can't be. Kili can't be."

"His chest was slashed. Nobody could have done anything. Fili I promise we will find the sick bastard who did this to Kili." Promised clenching his fists. This shouldn't be happening. These boys should be princes of Erebor not dying to try and reclaim the city.

Fili's sobs ring through the cave. "I-I-I wish to-to-to see him." He sobs out between shaky breaths.

At that exact moment Oin and Bofur come in with Kili's body. A sob escapes Fili's lips. They lay Kili's body next to us and Fili clings to his brother muttering I'm sorrys and I should have been there for you and it should have been me into Kili's hair.

I start thinking of where we would bury Kili. We couldn't possibly haul a dead body to Erebor for a proper burial.

Gandalf then bursts into the cave. "Let me see Kili." He barks.

I let him through. Gandalf can't bring back the dead. Kili is dead and gone.