Hey guys! We've nearly finished with I See the Light! I think just a couple more chapters to go before we're done! I just wannt take this time to thank everyone for being so supportive of me, especially when there have been times I wouldn't reply for weeks/months on end. Once this is done, I'll probably be starting a prequel, not too sure when it'll come out, but keep an eye out for it.

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The Realm of Mahal

When I wake up, I feel the warm sun on my face and soft grass beneath my fingers. Wait, grass? There was stone beneath my feet during the battle, not grass. . .opening my eyes, I am immediately greeted by blue sky and sitting up, I all I see for miles is fields of green grass, with a spattering of colour from flowers. I can also see what appears to be the sea. . .my first thought is the Grey Havens, but I died, not sailed so that thought is instantly banished from my mind.

Looking down at myself, I see I am still wearing my armour, but there are no tears or blood stains. Lifting my tunic, I don't see any wounds, it's as if I wasn't just in a battle at all, there are no dirt stains either.

I stand and look around, feeling myself settle into a peaceI hadn't felt in so long. I take a deep breath and release it in a long sigh.

"I truly am dead then, aren't I?" I ask aloud, not really expecting an answer.

"Not quite, nathith, not quite."

My body freezes at the voice that speaks from behind me. It is a voice I have not heard of in almost two and a half centuries. . .when I was but a child, although it's a voice I remember distinctly. Turning, tears instantly come to my eyes as I see my mother, my adopted mother still wearing the green gown she was wearing during the attack on the mountain. This time when I see her, she's not half flattened by a boulder, or having blood coming from her mouth. If I didn't remember where I am, I'd almost think she's alive again.

"Ama. . ." I breathe out, not daring to believe she's standing in front of me.

She smiles. "Hello, muhudel."

Letting out a cracked sob at the name she called me, I run over and hold her, collapsing to my knees as I sob. I feel her arms go around me and hold me close, one hand running through my hair as she tries to soothe my crying.

"It is alright, muhudel, I'm here now."

"I missed you, ama, I missed you so much."

"I know. I missed you too. I am so so sorry to have left you so soon, but I couldn't be any prouder of the person you have become." she pulls away and gently holds my face in her hands as she smiles, I can see the love and pride shining in her eyes. "I always knew you would become the wonderful person you are now."

I just smile as she uses her thumbs to dry the tears from my face.

"Come, there are some people who want to see you."

Standing, I follow her along a path until we come to a mountain which almost looks like Erebor, sending me into more tears. Outside the mountain, I see dwarves of all ages just sitting and relaxing. As my eyes go towards one group of the dwarves, my knees almost give out as I see them. . .my family. . .they're all here. . .

I watch as I see Fili glance towards us, a grin spreading on his face.

"FARON!"

At his shout, the others look around, Kili following his older brother as they both run towards me, matching grins on their faces. Letting out another sob, I run towards them, the three of us meeting with a clash in the middle. I find myself on my back, both of their heavy bodies pinning me to the ground. But I don't complain as I just wrap my arms around them both, holding them as close as I possibly can.

For seventy eight years I had dreamed of seeing my brothers once more, just to hold them in my arms. Now I am, I never want to let them go. I eventually do so as the rest of my family join us; my uncles Frerin and Flinn, aunt Dis – who I apologise to for breaking the promise I made almost eighty years ago - My grandfather Thrain, grandfather Thror – of whom I embrace nervously, given our history – Dori and then Balin, Oin and Ori I hold extremely close, expressing my sorrow of discovering their deaths. The next person to come to me I am certainly shocked to see.

"Dain!?"

"Aye lass, I'm here too."

"B-But. . .how? What happened?"

He then briefly tells me about the battle of Dale and how he died protecting the fallen body of King Brand, son of Bain, son of Bard. I close my eyes in grief and sorrow as I hold Dain. The loss of two Kings in one day. . .I only hope that Erebor and Dale are recovering well.

As I pull away, I look behind him to the one dwarrow I've been wanting to see more than anyone. . .my father, Thorin Oakenshield. He's standing behind our cousin, smiling proudly. As I look him over, I can't help but notice a difference to him, he looks younger. . .younger than I have ever seen him. He looks as though he hasn't got a trouble in the world, as if the weight of the world no longer weighs heavily on his shoulders. . .I suppose he doesn't now.

"Ada. . ." I gasp as I walk over to him.

"Hello gehyith." he answers, his voice still as deep as ever.

That's when I break, collapsing to my knees in front of him, I throw my arms around him and hold him close as I cry on his shoulder. He puts his arms around me as he rubs my back with one hand, the other he presses against my head as he holds me close to him.

The past few days have just been so overwhelming, with the Battles of Minas Tririth, the Black Gate and now being here, reuniting with my family.

"You're here. . .you're actually here. . ."

I feel more than hear him chuckle softly. "I am, gehyith. We all are."

Pulling away, adad places a lingering kiss on my brow as I stay kneeling in front of his, my hands gripping his arms tight. His eyes soon gaze into my own, showing the love I have always received from him.

"Faron, I have been watching ever since that day we were separated, and I have to say I could not be any prouder of you. It has been difficult I know, but you have pushed on through the darkness and come through. You have even found your birth family, which I could not be happier about. You deserve that happiness."

I just smile as I hold him once again. After a few moments, all of us sit on the ground as we talk. I'm smiling wide as I'm sitting in between my parents, leaning against mother as father has a hand on my knee. Talk soon comes to Legolas.

"So, namad, do Fee and I have to haunt the dreams of that elf prince and warn him to keep you safe?" Kili asks with a teasing grin.

I just groan as I bury my head on my mother's shoulders. "I knew there was something I wouldn't miss."

Hearing my grumble, both brothers laugh. It's then I realise what Kili just said as I snap my head back up.

"Wait, 'keep me safe?' But. . .I'm dead aren't I? I can't got back."

There's silence after that, one which my mother breaks by clearing her throat.

"Actually, nathith, you're not death, but as near it as you can. You were brought here so you can see us once more."

". . .I'm not dead?"

"That's right, child." a deep voice booms from behind.

Turning, I see a tall man standing behind me with dark hair, a full beard and dark eyes. He is wearing smithing clothing and attached to his back is a hammer. I realise instantly who this is, one of the Ainur, Aule – Mahal as I've grown up to know him as – the Maker of the dwarves. I instantly bring myself around and get on one knee to bow before him.

"My Lord Mahal, it is an honour to meet you."

"As it is to meet you, dear child. Never before have I allowed a none dwarf into my realm, but for the sons of Durin, I couldn't not. I'm afraid it is time to say your farewells, my dear."

I look to him in horror at this. "W-What?"

"I only allowed you here to see your family one last time. It is not your time, nor will death come to you."

I just shake my head. "No. . .no, I can't!" turning back, I take father's hands into my own. "Please, don't let me go back, ada, I want to stay here with you all."

He just gives me a sad smile as he takes my face in his hands. "Mahal is right, gehyith, you can't stay. I know it seems unfair, but death was never in your future. You will live a long and happy life with Legolas beside you, of that I am sure."

Tears stream down my face as I take his hands. "But, I can't leave you."

"And you never will. As long as you keep all of us in your heart, we will never truly leave you. We will always watch over you."

Throwing my arms back around him, I hold him close, knowing that this time when I let go. . .I won't hold him ever again. Pulling away, he places a kiss on my cheek before allowing my mother to take me in her arms.

"Just remember, you will never be alone. If you need us, just speak and we will try and answer as best we can."

Not able to get my words out, I just nod as I hold her close. I then hold the others one last time, Fili and Kili being the tightest. Balin, Oin and Ori give me messages to pass onto their brothers, I promise the three of them I will deliver them as soon as I can.

Once I get around the group again, Mahal has me laying on the ground as he mutters to himself. Father holds my hand and I just look to him, not wanting to blink, but soon, I feel the pull of sleep. Knowing I can't fight it, I allow my eyes to close, the squeeze of his hand being the last thing I feel. Just before darkness takes me completely, I hear just three words from my father;

"Men lananubukhs me"

*Sniffs* Oh my god. . .I haven't been so emotional in a chapter since writing Thorin, Fili and Kili's funeral. . .this one killed me just as much as those ones did. I hope you enjoyed it. . .as best as you could anyway. Please leave a comment and stay tuned for the next chapter xx

Translations;

nathith – daughter

ama – mum/mummy

muhudel – blessing of blessings

ada - dad/daddy

gehyith – little dove

Men lananubukhs me – I love you