A/N: Hello everyone! So today is my first official day as a graduate from my university (well unofficially anyway as we don't graduate until March) but in celebration I thought I'd give you some Fili feels. I flew home this morning and the plan is to go and watch BOFA again with my siblings in 3D HRF, my favourite version to watch it in. Woohoo second viewing!

Special shout out to the new follower Muse Luthien, and hope the rest of you are enjoying the story :)

As much as it breaks my heart I do not own the writings or the characters of The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings, they are the wonderful and exclusive workings of J.R.R Tolkien

On the shores of a frozen lake, just outside of Ered Luin the light from the full moon slid across a body with a halo of blond hair. On its back the body lay; skin as pale as the snow that fell around it and its chest still from the final breath that had left hours before.

If anyone had been standing on the small hill overlooking the lake that night watching the body for any sign of life they would likely have mistaken the flurry of snow that surrounded the head as just that; snow. They would not have seen the outline of a blue-green dress or the flash of blue green and amber eyes, nor the faint brush of lips that touched those of the lifeless body.

What they would have seen, however, was life breathed back into the slack mouth, and watched as Fíli took a heaving breath with pained lungs.

Very much there.

Very much alive.

Fíli barely managed to push himself onto his side to weakly cough up the water that had settled heavily in his lungs, heaving ragged breaths between each expulsion of liquid. Ever so slowly his body toppled over so he laid face first in the snow, his mind thick with fog and a chill in his bones but not enough to deter the one thought his weakened mind could hold onto.

Find Kíli.

After what seemed like an age Fíli slowly moved his arms underneath his chest and gradually pushed himself to his hands and knees before crawling sluggishly to the closest tree. Ice cold hands slowly wrapped around a frozen trunk and with no more strength than a toddler Fíli's shivering body eventually found itself upright, despite the weight of the weapons on his back.

Allowing his heart, and possibly a stronger force to guide him his feet began to slowly pick their way home.

Dís sat on the edge of her bed, absently stroking her fingers over the woollen blanket as she stared into the fire and tried to gather enough courage before facing her family once more. After Thorin had helped her to her room several hours ago she had gone and taken a drawing her golden haired son had given her off her wall and curled up with it on the bed, failing to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

It was a simple drawing she held, one Fíli had made for her when he was a mere ten years old and he had been sick and kept in bed. It was a drawing of the apple tree near the side of the house, and beneath it Dis stood watching as Kíli stood on Fíli's shoulders trying to reach the first apple of the season. It was far from perfect but there had been enough detail to show he had an artistic flair that with time could grow; but as she knew would happen art was not a skill heirs in training were taught nor allowed to focus on, and slowly his drawings became few and far between before eventually they stopped completely.

She had given into her need to cry, to mourn not just another loved one lost but her son; the golden haired babe who had brought hope to their people for the first time in many years. She mourned for her child that still lived, her little raven, her moon who had lost his sun and light in his life, to be forever left in darkness. She mourned for her brother that had lost too much, that had sacrificed everything to look after his family when no one else could and had viewed his two nephews, his two precious nephews who were his sun and moon as the lights that he needed to guide him from the darkness.

She mourned for the loss of the one who held them all together.

Through her tears and quiet sobs she heard someone leave and come back and heard that Dwalin had gone to fetch Oin to check over her precious child that was suffering from a broken heart not two doors down.

It was when she heard Thorin let Oin in that she sat up and dried her face, sat on the edge of her bed and absently stroked her fingers over the woollen blanket as she tried to gather enough courage before facing her family once more.

For now her time of mourning was over, her family needed her and her strength and she would do what she could to keep them together.

Thorin watched as Dwalin shut the door behind him, trapping him in a house that was quickly becoming suffocated by grief. He was glad for the respite Dwalins' absence would bring, if only for a moment whilst he fetched Oin for despite his grief he had a nephew to care for; he'd already lost one nephew that night and refused to lose another one.

He scrubbed at his face with both hands before placing his palms on his forehead and hunching over in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. It wasn't fair, none of it was! Fíli wasn't meant to die, not tonight nor for many years to come! He was meant to live a long and happy life, move into the role as King when he stepped down and grow old with Kíli by his side and the children they would find surrogate mothers for. He wasn't meant to die at such a young age, he wasn't meant to leave Kíli behind, lost and broken hearted.

He wasn't meant to take half of Thorins light and happiness away.

A single tear rolled down his cheek and into his beard, and that tear was soon joined by two others, and they in turn were joined by more. Thorin sucked in a deep breath, trying to control the grief like he had so many times before but he couldn't stop the quiet sobs from breaking free.

Not this time.

Hearing the crunching of snow beneath boots just outside the door Thorin rubbed at his eyes and sat back up, allowing the stoic mask he wore so often to slip back into place. He would stay strong until he could be alone to mourn his cherished nephew in private and away from others pity.

He'd had enough for one lifetime after all.

Kíli wasn't sure how much time had passed since he'd collapsed in his Uncles arms. All he knew was a smothering and painful ache in his chest where his heart should be; where Fíli should be. Every movement, every sob made his chest feel like it was on fire. He had hoped that he wouldn't wake again, that Mahal would be kind to take him quickly and reunite him with his One, his brother, the one who was the reason for breathing since discovering who his heart would belong to until the end of time.

And now Fíli was gone. Gone somewhere where he could never follow, gone somewhere where they would be forced to wait apart until Mahal had mercy and reunited them once more.

Blinking through the tears Kíli spotted a tail sticking out from beneath Fíli's pillow and with a frown gave it a gentle tug, feeling his breath catch in his throat as Fíli's toy lion slid into view. Picking it up gently he placed it next to his head, stroking a finger across its face lightly.

"Fee why do you still have that? And behind your pillow at that?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"Because having him there makes me feel as though Adad is watching over us when we sleep. And when I'm away I know that a piece of me is left at home to watch over you, to keep you safe."

"Fee?"

"Yeah?"

"That's ridiculously sweet."

"I love you too Kee."

Kíli let out a sob and hugged the lion to his chest.

Please come home Fee, your lion can't keep watch over me on his own.

Kíli stayed there for some time, until the opening door revealed Oin who wore a sombre expression on his face.

"I'm so sorry lad."

Oin shut the door to Kíli's room quietly and joined Thorin, Dwalin and Dís by the fireplace, accepting the mug of hot tea gratefully as he placed his bag down. Thorin had asked him to check Kíli for any signs of shock or sickness in his lungs despite the fact that he'd been treated by Dís.

He had arrived several hours after being requested as he had been caught up in a dwarrowdam's delivery and arrived feeling weary and saddened by the news of what had occurred in the forest. After listening to Kíli's chest and determining it free of illness he had left Kíli to get some more rest, knowing how badly he would need it in the coming days as he tried to come to terms with life without his One.

"He's fine for now," Oin said as he blew on his tea. "Bed rest and his family is what he will need for the time being. It's never easy losing your One as you know; and for someone so young to experience it…" He trailed off and shook his head sadly. "Any illness he will recover from, but his state of mind is much less certain. Those boys lived and breathed for each other and now it's all been torn away."

Thorin swallowed his ale as he stared into the fire. "Kíli's never known life without -"

A faint tapping on the door had Thorin stopping with a small frown. All four dwarves turned their gaze to wall the front door hid behind.

"It's probably a branch from one of yer trees" Dwalin said with a shrug as he took another swig of his ale.

"There are no trees near the house Dwalin…" Dís said slowly. Whatever else she had been planning on saying was cut off when the faint tapping was heard again. Dís, Dwalin and Oin looked at each other in confusion as Thorin strode to the door.

Pulling it open slightly to see what it could possibly be had him throwing the door wide open in shock as he laid eyes on a dwarf he never thought he'd see again.

"OIN!" He yelled, his arms shooting out to catch Fíli as he toppled forwards. Half dragging half pulling Thorin kicked the door shut before falling to his knees, cradling his nephew in his arms as he took in the sight before him; pale skin ice cold to the touch, half lidded eyes and blue tinged lips.

He looked up as Oin, Dwalin and Dís entered the room, all three letting out cries of shock as they realised just who lay in Thorins' arms.

"My baby..." Dís whispered before Oin charged past her and crouched down next to the two on the floor.

Without even having to touch Fíli's skin Oin could tell just how close to death the prince was, and because of that it had him barking out orders quickly.

"He needs to be taken to his bed and completely stripped. Get that fire going nice and hot and he needs as many warm blankets as you can spare. He's freezing and if we don't bring his temperature up we may lose him."

Dís hurried off to fetch the blankets as Dwalin leapt forwards to help Thorin lift Fíli from the ground and the pair quickly stripped Fíli of all his weapons, Dwalin grumbling under his breath at the large number of weapons Fíli carried and wondered out loud if they'd find a kitchen sink stored somewhere in his tunics.

The moment the larger weapons had been removed Thorin scooped Fíli up into his arms and hurried to Fíli and Kíli's chambers, kicking the door open and moving to the centre of the room.

Kíli had been lying in the bed, clutching the stuffed lion that Fíli had loved so much growing up to his chest when the door burst open. He sat up suddenly furious that he wouldn't be left alone when his eyes fell on the distinctive blond hair in his Uncles' arms.

"Fíli?" Kíli asked, voice barely above a whisper, watching with wide eyes as Dwalin moved in front of Thorin and blocked his view.

"Strip him quickly!" Oin ordered as he charged into the room with a basket of wood for the fire in his hands. "The longer he's in those clothes the worse it will be."

Fíli's coat, tunic, small clothes, socks and boots all flew into a pile near the door as Dwalin stripped Fíli with Thorin's assistance.

"Kíli move over to the other side of the bed!" Thorin ordered over Dwalins' shoulder. "And get your shirt off! We need to get him into that bed quickly."

Kíli nodded as he sat up and whipped his shirt off, leaving him bare chested and opting to strip out of his pants to ensure maximum body contact and shared heat as Dís hurried into the room, thick blankets held in her arms.

The moment Fíli was completely naked Thorin carried him over to the bed, waiting for Kíli to throw all the sheets back before placing the unconscious blond onto the bed gently.

"Keep him warm Nûlukhel." Thorin instructed gently as he ran a hand over the chilled blond hair.

"Turn him on his side so I can keep his chest warm." Kíli ordered, already trying to turn his brother so they could lie chest to chest. Thorin nodded and helped roll Fíli before grabbing a thick blanket off Dís and tucking it around the boys.

"Thorin you best get in there too, he needs as much head as he can possibly get." Oin said as he grabbed another blanket from Dís.

Thorin nodded and stripped down to his small clothes, leaving only his trousers on and handing his clothes to Dwalin who carried them out of the room. He climbed into the bed and lay on his side, wrapping his arms around his blanketed nephews and pulling them as close to him as he could. Dís moved forwards and wrapped another blanket around the three of them before folding the bedding at the end of the bed. Fíli was well surrounded by warmth but there was no need for Kíli and Thorin to overheat as they were likely to do.

Satisfied with their hurried attempt at getting Fíli warm Oin turned to Dís.

"I need to head to the Healers House; I didn't come with the right equipment to deal with this. I'll collect warming tonics and a few other things before coming back here so I can check up on him throughout the night."

Dís nodded as she led Oin from the room, tears in her eyes as she spoke.

"Thank you Oin, for everything. There will be a bed here waiting for you when you return. For now I need to get some mugs of water for Kíli and Thorin so they don't dry out."

Oin nodded and followed Dís to the front door, leaving the three dwarves in the bed, the focus of two of them solely on the one in the middle who remained oblivious to everything around him.

Kíli's hands grabbed the lion from where it had been dropped on his pillow and tucked it between him and his brother, allowing the lion to watch over his brother once more.

"Please come back Fíli," Kíli whispered as he stroked a hand over his brother's chilled face. "Don't leave me alone Fee, not again."

"He'll come back to us Kíli," Thorin said softly as he tightened his hold around the pair.

"He'd never leave you behind."

Nûlukhel – moon of all moons