Kili:

Standing on the bare shoreline, my eyes scanned the wreckage of the town. Smaug may have landed at the bottom of the lake but his havoc remained all to well at the surface. Those who were mostly uninjured took to pulling those who couldn't get themselves up to the bank. Bodies had floated along with the wood onto the shore, all burnt to a crisp. Sigrid and Tilda followed behind me, screaming for their brother and father. I would not let my hope faulter in finding Nylelyth, not this time. Fili and Bofur helped people get out of the water while Oin did what he could to heal those who needed it. I scanned the water again, nothing. She had run off in the midst of the dragon attack to find Bain, and that was the last I had seen of her. I had begged Fili to let me go after her, even tried to jump in the water to swim for her, but they had caught me before I could. I now stood, my hope only hanging by a thread, searching for her.

"NYLELYTH!" I called out, cupping my hands around my mouth. There was little chance she could hear me over the commotion of the shore, but it was worth a shot.

"Kili!" A panicked voice cried behind me. Fili and Bofur pulled a body out of the lake, her lips almost blue. I sprinted over, practically ripping my jacket off to maybe conceal some of her warmth. Nylelyth lay in Fili's arms, barely breathing but alive.

"Nye, Nye! Wake up, oh Mahal, please wake up!" I wrapped my arms underneath her and pulled her closer to me. "Oin, get over here quick! She's barely breathing!" The her wet hair clung to her face tighter than her wet clothes hugged her body. If we didn't do something soon, she would certainly die.

"We need to get the water out of her lungs." Oin came over and held her head in his hands. "Kili, squeeze her nose and blow into her mouth." Without another thought, I did as he said. I pulled away and she did nothing, no reaction or anything.

"Oin! It's not working!" Fili yelled, obviously panicked.

"Do it again, gently." He ordered in a calm voice. I followed his orders and immediately after I pulled away she gasped and spit up what seemed like half of the lake. She wheezed as all she rolled back over into my arms.
"Kili?" She whispered, her face slightly pained.
"Yes darling, it's me." I held her as tight as I could against my chest.
"Kili," She wheezed out again. "You're crushing me." A round of laughs sounded as I released her slightly, but never let go.

Nylelyth:
They had pulled me out of the water and a breath of life help me regain my consciousness. With no idea if the dragon had been killed or not, Kili had held me as close to his chest as possible without squeezing all of the life I had left out of me. My dealings with Smaug had left a nasty burn on my right thigh, but the rest of me was just tired and ready to dry off.

"Where is Bain? Where are him and his father?" The question had left them all speechless.

"After the two of you ran off to fight the dragon alone, we lost track of you. We didn't see either of you until now." Kili replied. Just as he finished his sentence Sigrid and Tilda's voices screamed.

"DA!" They both ran into his arms, as he held them tighter than Kili had clung to me. For a moment, we were all silent. Watching the family reunite, even after such circumstances, was refreshing. Bard released his children, looking over at me laying on the ground in a pitiful state.

"You," His baritone voice rang out over all of us, making me shift uncomfortably, sounding some what angry. He marched over to me, his children following him like ducklings. "Who are you?"

"My name is Nylelyth." I tried my best to sit up, but the pain in my lungs had made it difficult.

"Where did you get such magic? I have never seen anyone with that sort." He replied, bending down to get closer to me.

"I was born with it, sir." I sheepishly answered. Looking down into the dirt.

"No need to call me sir, Nylelyth. I am in a great debt to you. Without your magic, Bain and I would have been dead." He bowed his head and held out his hand. "My name is Bard." I shook his hand as he let out a gentle smile.

"So, I'm assuming we killed the dragon?" A round of laughs came out as I asked.

Oin had given me a salve to put on my burn, and I was back on my feet, barely. The journey to the mountain was to be painstakingly slow, but the dwarves had refused to leave me behind. We readied what there was left of our things and prepared to march on the looming mountain in the distance. Bard came to see us off in respect to saving his daughters.

"What is to happen of Laketown?" I asked him, his children still lingering by his side.

"I am not sure, we will have to find shelter." His eyes scanned to all those gathering their things as well. "We don't have enough food to last the winter."

"If you go to the city of Dale, I am sure Thorin will help you." I replied, hoping I was correct. Thorin had been a man of his word, from what I had seen and I hoped that I had not mislead Bard.

"Thank you. Now you must be off. Join the rest of your company." Bard said, shooing me towards the dwarves. I smiled back at him, and turned to join Kili. The burn on my leg had made moving a little more difficult than normal. After that moment, I decided I didn't like fire anymore.
The rough terrain had been difficult enough alone without an injury. But the dwarves had kept the pace slow and steady enough for me to keep up.

"So." Kili had waited until we were alone to say. "I had a dream."

"Most people have those." I replied quite snarky, but with a smile.

"It wasn't just any dream." He stated, his smile fading. "My father was there, and he said something about you." My brow furrowed as he talked. His father? Talking about me? I knew little to nothing about his father other than the fact he had died when Fili and Kili were just boys.

"What did he say?" I asked, trying not to sound concerned. It's not a good thing when a dead relative comes into your dreams to tell you about someone.

"He told me you were a 'Lady of the Valar'." He went on, not looking at me until the very end. "What do you suppose that means?"

"Because I'm a descendant of the Valar." I didn't dare look at him, fear and embarrassment shook me.

"What?" He stopped dead in his tracks. I stopped a few steps ahead of him and nodded. "You mean to tell me, that someone in your family is part of the Valar?"

"My father." We continued walking, his mouth still wide open in shock.

"How did he meet your mother? I mean, it's not very often that the Valar come down to visit."

"I don't know how they met, my mother never told me that. My father was never around to tell me that either. So it will remain a mystery to the both of us, I guess." We lagged behind the rest of the dwarves.

"By Mahal..." He whispered, shaking his head in still disbelief. We came to a stop with the rest of the dwarves at the top of the hill that overlooked the city of Dale, and upon the mountain.

"We're almost there!" Bofur excitedly shouted. But a moment later he noticed the front gates had been smashed open, leaving us little hope that anyone was alive in that mountain.

"We need to keep moving." Fili replied coldly. The landscape before us was utterly barren, nothing but rocks and short grass as far as the eye could see. We rushed towards the entrance of the mountain as fast as we could.

"Hello?!" Bofur shouted into the darkness that was Erebor. The once grand kingdom was now silent and dark, and with eery feeling walking in. His voice echoed around the halls. "Bifur? Bombur?" Still no reply. Fili nodded for us to go deeper into the mountain. We wandered about, none of us knowing where we were going and all of us slowly losing hope.

"Bilbo?" I yelled. We had gone far enough into the mountain to be in the main entrance, four staircases in each corner of the room all led in different directions.

"Where could they be?" Kili asked from the back of the group.

"This mountain is huge laddie, they could be any where." Oin answered, gazing around at the entrance hall.

"Thorin is probably looking for the Arkenstone, where is the treasure room?" Fili asked Oin, the only one who knew the mountain at all.

"This way." He led us through a hallway and into an even larger room. The prescence of Smaug was still eminent even though he was defeated. The rubble of his destruction still lay in disarray about the room. "This was the old market place, the throne room and treasure hall is on the other side." We sprinted to the other side of the market, all continuously screaming for the other half of the company. A small pitter patter of footsteps, not coming from us, sounded from the hallway leading to the throne room. Descending the stairs down to where the others probably were, a voice called up to us.

"Wait! Wait!" Bilbo came tumbling up the stairs. "Stop! Stop! Stop! We need to leave, we all need to leave."

"You're alive!" I pulled Bilbo in a tight embrace. "I have never been so happy to see a hobbit in all of my life!"

"We need to leave now." He commanded, pulling away from me.

"We only just got here?" Bofur argued from behind me.

"I have tried talking to him, but he doesn't listen." Bilbo started. Fear had risen in me, I had a feeling about who he was talking about. "He doesn't sleep, and barely eats. He's been down there for days, always whispering to himself. He hasn't been himself since we got here."

"Who laddie?" Oin questioned him.

"He's talking about Thorin." My grim gaze fell upon Bilbo as he nodded solemnly.

"It's this place, a sickness lies upon it." Bilbo continued.

"A sickness? What type of sickness?" Kili pushed up to stand beside me.

"One that only effects it's king." I replied, my heart sinking in my chest. I had hoped beyond measure that Thorin would be stronger than his grandfather. Out of no where, Fili went barreling down the steps, deeper into the mountain. As we entered the doorway to the treasure room, the walls sparkled from the reflection of the gold. The piles upon piles of treasure filled the entire room, almost touching the ceiling in some areas. A figure stepped out onto the platform below us that also overlooked the treasure.

"Gold, gold beyond measure. Beyond sorrow and grief." Thorin muttered in a barely audible voice. "Behold, the great treasure hoard of Thror. Welcome, my sister's sons, to the kingdom of Erebor." At his last words, Thorin launched a fist sized ruby up at us, which landed softly in Fili's hands. His gaze was hard on us, staring deep into all of us. The way he looked at the gold, and back at me, was not a good look.