He was standing on the battlefield knowing his fate.

He walked, trying to find his way out around the corpses.

It was still night but he couldn't see stars anymore.

"Bilbo…"

He stopped, listening and then smiled.

"Thorin, you survived."

"Don't go…"

He continued to walk.

"Let me say goodbye."

"We never say goodbye my One, my Soul." Bilbo sighed and stopped again. "Too dark in here. I have seen too many these kind of places you know. It always ends here. Not dragon this time though. It hurts to know. I would love to say goodbye to you too."

When there were no words he continued to walk again.

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"He's not leaving his side." Balin said when he stepped out. "I think, it's better to speak to Fili, he have to…" The old dwarf rubbed his eyes. "By Mahal, he's so young."

"I want to meet him." Thranduil said, again there, watching them and Balin nodded.

"I'll come too." Young female elf said beside Bofur, watching her king to frown.

"Tauriel…"

"Prince Kili is my One." Tauriel actually blushed when everyone turned to stare at her. That shut them, although Gandalf and Bofur smiled. Balin regained his composure first.

"Then, shall we go." And left.

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When Fili two days later finally entered the tent he knew that there was no time left. Not to Bilbo, not to his uncle. He was going fast after his One this time around.

"Uncle…" Fili limped beside the bed, his uncle kneeled on the cold earth, Bilbo's hand on his mouth, silent begging continuing.

"I just want to say goodbye. I want to hear his voice again. I want to be there with him."

"Uncle…" Fili's voice broke and he took one deep calming breath. Thorin never looked his nephew.

"You're going to be good King Fili. You know everything what I know. You're young, you have friends, you have your brother and mother, who is more than enough to support you."

"Kili… Kili is… Kili is dead uncle." Fili whispered and it looked like Thorin stopped to breathe.

"And he… He found his One too. But, he never woke up either. Tauriel…"

"Who?" Thorin looked up, his eyes big, like he couldn't fully understand.

"The elf lady who saved Kili in Lake Town." Fili wanted to sit down, to mourn, but something in Thorin's eyes stopped him to do so. Broken. So broken. This was too much to the King.

"She wants to see you. She, wants to ask something."

"Yes, yes, of course." Thorin nodded and Fili retreat. Thorin tried to think, think something.

Kili? Dead?Kili, young Kili…

Then the elf was there, kneeling beside him, looking Bilbo and Thorin studied her.

"Kili's One." It wasn't question, it was obvious statement. He could see it and recognize it. Tauriel hesitated, he wanted to ask so badly.

"I… Well, no one has ever heard… That someone would find their One twice in same life."

"Because they fade." Thorin nodded. "Because we die before it can happen. So I though before."

"Do I have chance to… meet him again?" Tauriel's voice was so full of sadness that Thorin took her hand to other and squeezed it, watching her.

"Yes."

"In this life?" How desperate she sounded. And so hopeful.

"Yes."

"But you…" Now Tauriel looked at him.

"I lost my chance, but I will meet him in another life. And next time I will not fail him. Not anymore, and we can travel together to Valinor." Thorin looked back the hobbit, now smiling.

"Next time."

Tauriel nodded and stood up.

"Thank you, and… Good luck."

Before she was out, Thorin called him.

"I wish… happiness to you. And, watch out of my other nephew. Please."

"I do not leave Erebor, this will be my home now."

Elf in Erebor, where the world was going?

"You hope…"

"Yes, I hope, I want him be here when he comes back."

Hope. For both of them.

"You know that it can be very low possibility." Thorin reminded her.

"Yes, but, I hope. And…" She looked again Bilbo. "Somehow, I can feel it. Farewell Thorin Oakenshield."

She was long gone, so was everybody else who wanted to be there and said also their farewells to both of them, when Bilbo stopped breathing. Thorin lay down beside of him, not crying, just smiling.

There Fili find them.

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Bilbo looked up, seeing the sun gleaming in horizon.

"Thorin."

He started to walk forward, he had again found his way.

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