A/N: Hello everyone. So final chapter on this, not sure if it's something people have enjoyed due to the whole "One" thing, it didn't start like that originally but I wanted an excuse as to why they'd have their bond. Ah well you live and you learn I suppose for these kinds of stories. I'll just avoid putting these kinds up here and stick with the brotherly love ones which is good because I have plenty more to come so hopefully you enjoy them :D

Special welcome to LoverShadowGirl as well! Hope you enjoyed it

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

As he lay wrapped around his brother Kíli was certain this was the worst night of his life. Time passed too slowly for his liking yet despite his exhaustion from the day's events he refused to fall asleep; his attention focused on Fíli who lay as still as death beside him as his weak breaths rattled in his chest from an illness that had set in. He was terrified that if he slept, if he closed his eyes for even a moment he would wake to find his brother had returned to the stone for good. Oin had been in and out of their room all night, constantly checking Fíli's temperature as well as pouring several drops of medicine onto his tongue to try and speed up the healing process before he finally took his leave when the sun peaked over the horizon.

"His temperature is back to normal which is a good sign so keep giving him broth and the tea I gave you and he should be awake in no time. If you have any concerns you know where to find me." Oin had said quietly to both Dís and Thorin who had seen him to the door. After Oin had left Thorin and Dís had retired to their own beds; desperate to catch up on the sleep that had eluded them the night before for fear of Fíli taking a turn for the worse.

The days slowly trickled by and there had yet to be any change in the golden prince. Kíli never strayed far from his brothers' side, taking it upon himself to wash Fíli with a cloth each night as well as redo his braids and pour small amounts of broth and tea into his brothers' mouth before massaging his throat gently to help him swallow. Once the night routine was done Kíli would curl up around his brother to sleep, refusing to sleep apart from him in both fear of Fíli getting too cold and desperation that his own warmth would bring his love back.

Three days had passed and Fíli had still not woken when Thorin and Dís entered the boys' room to talk to Kíli. Fíli had shown no sign of regaining consciousness and they were beginning to worry that despite getting out of the lake and all their hard work the illness had permanently set in and Fíli might never wake.

"Kíli love," Dís said quietly as she stroked the brunet hair that was tangled with gold "perhaps tomorrow it would be a good idea to go outside, just to get some fresh air and to clear your thoughts."

Kíli turned his head to look at his mother and Uncle with a small frown.

"I can't mama," he replied "I have to stay here in case he wakes."

"Kíli," Thorin sighed sadly, "it's been three days and your brother has shown no signs of awakening. We don't know when or if -"

Thorin was cut off by a small groan and all three of them looked at the unconscious blond in shock. It was the first noise Fíli had made since he appeared at the door and it was the first indication they had that hope was not lost. Holding their breath they watched Fíli intently for a sign that he might finally stir and to their delight Fíli gave a pitiful whine and turned his head slightly towards his family.

"Kee" he breathed, his fingers twitching as though they were searching for him.

"Fee? Fíli âzyungel open your eyes." Kíli begged his brother, his heart hammering wildly in his chest in excitement that his brother was finally beginning to stir.

Thorin gripped Dís' hand tightly in his as they watched fair eyelashes flutter against pale cheekbones before they opened slowly and gave way to sorely missed blue eyes.

"Fee" Kíli whispered in elation, watching as his brothers eyes slowly locked with his. He felt his heart flutter at the love that shone through and gently held Fíli's hands between his own.

"Hey," Fíli rasped, his voice scratchy with sleep as he smiled weakly at his family.

"Hey," Kíli replied, his own voice soft and drenched with love for the one dwarf who held his heart.

Fíli turned his head and looked at his mother and Uncle with a tired smile, noting the relief on their faces with a pang of guilt, knowing it was him who had put those looks there.

"Welcome back," Thorin said, his deep voice soft like a breeze as he ran a gentle hand through golden hair. Dís couldn't hold back any longer and with a sob she threw herself at her son, not sure whether to scold him for the worry he caused her or to wrap him in her arms and refuse to let go for a very long time.

After Dís had stopped crying she had gone to the kitchen to fetch Fíli a light soup that would be gentle on his stomach as well as some of the freshly baked bread that Fíli loved so much. As she left Thorin helped Fíli into a sitting position between Kíli's legs after his arms had given way beneath him the first two times.

"You are not weak Fíli, but you nearly died and your body must regain its former strength." He reminded him soothingly once Fíli was leaning against Kíli's chest comfortably, smoothing golden hair back before placing a gentle kiss against his brow.

Fíli gave his Uncle a small smile as Dís re-entered the room, a bowl of soup in one hand and a tray with freshly baked bread for everyone in the other. Helping themselves to a slice they watched as Fíli carefully picked up the spoon and with a bit of assistance from Kíli tucked into his own food, a sigh of appreciation escaping as the first drops entered his stomach.

Thorin and Dís informed Fíli of what had been happening since the last hunting trip, wanting both boys to know much their kills had benefited the settlement as well as giving Fíli a chance to get some much needed nourishment into his body before asking what had happened. And although both noticed they decided not to mention the way Kíli's hands clutched more firmly at his One, nor the possessive gleam that flashed through his dark eyes.

Between mouthfuls of soup and bread Fíli told them everything, from waking up in the dark, seeing Kíli in the mirror (Fíli had cuddled back more into his One when describing what he saw as Kíli had whimpered at the description, burying his face in Fíli's neck to reassure himself he was in fact in his arms and not a figment of his imagination), meeting their father who radiated nothing but love and pride when he spoke of the family he had left behind too soon, Yavanna and the generations that had returned to the stone. And Frerin. Fíli spoke of the Uncle they'd never met, the Uncle that took great joy in sharing embarrassing stories of both Thorin and Dís' childhoods much to their chagrin, and of the Uncle that loved his siblings beyond measure.

"Before I left he said 'tell Thorin that what happened to me was not his fault. I swore to protect him and that is what I did and I do not regret it. Tell him and Dís that I will love them until the end of time and I will always watch over them'." Fíli told them quietly, looking down where his hands were clasped with Kíli's to give his mother and Uncle a chance to comfort one another without an audience.

When Dís and Thorin had dried their tears Fíli took his Uncle's hands in his own and spoke of the reason Yavanna had taken him; of the quest that she wanted Thorin to go on. He watched Thorin as he spoke about how war was coming, how the lonely mountain needed to be reclaimed and how Thorin would lead his people home after defeating Smaug. He spoke of the trip Thorin had to take, to set out to find Thrain somewhere near Dunland for he carried the information they would need to reclaim their homeland.

The part Fíli left out was the fact that Thorin was not meant to find his father. Despite Yavanna telling him that Thorin would receive his information from a wizard Fíli held hope that Thorin would find his father, their grandfather so that he and Kíli might meet him for the first time and that having him home after all these years would give Thorin a reason to smile once more.

As Fíli spoke of Erebor he watched as a range of emotions flashed across his Uncle's face; confusion, disbelief, fear, surprise and the flame of a barely concealed hope that the one person and the one place he had given up for lost so long ago flickered back to life. But before Thorin had the chance to respond a whimper from Kíli had Fíli looking back at his brother in concern.

"Kee? What's wrong?" Fíli asked softly, his brows furrowing in fear as Kíli pressed his forehead against the back of his head. "Kee?"

"She broke it." Kíli whimpered, his hands tightening in the loose nightshirt Fíli wore.

"Who? What's broken âzyungel?"

"Yavanna," Kíli clarified with a barely stifled sob "she took you to give you a stupid message that she could have taken someone else for and when she did she b-broke our b-bond!" Kíli's arms tightened around him as he buried his face in Fíli's hair, tears streaming down his cheeks as he spoke.

"I felt you die! I felt the bond snap when your heart stopped but you're here now in my arms yet I can no longer feel it!"

Fíli felt his breath catch in his throat as he tried to focus on the bond that connected them together and to his horror found that his brother spoke the truth. The connection that normally thrummed with life and the energy that was Kíli swung limply in his mind, cold and desolate as though it believed that Kíli no longer existed; that their bond no longer existed.

Despite the blessing Yavanna had spoken of Fíli began to stress. What happened if the bond was not true as she had said? What if something had interfered when she brought him back and he and Kíli were no longer Ones? They were both awake and conscious so surely if it was blessed it would have re-joined by now.

He began panicking as whilst he tried to focus on the bond, tried to force it to find its other half an excruciating pain began to form in his hip, shooting upwards to his chest as though someone was dragging a blade through his flesh and leaving behind a trail of flames to burn at his skin. It was as though -

He gasped and fought against the blankets and nightshirt that he wore to look at his hip in shock. It wasn't a fire or a knife that caused the pain, instead Fíli watched as the tattoo of Kíli's sigil he had gotten on their bonding night changed from black to a beautiful shade of blue-green and amber, and he noticed that Kíli's hands were pushing his own shirt upwards to watch Fíli's sigil change colour on his own hip.

As the black ink peeled away Fíli could feel the broken bond in his mind come to life, energy thrumming down the dead link as it searched for its other half. He gritted his teeth, the stabbing pain building up inside his skull as the connection crashed against the side continuously trying to find his brother and he was barely aware of Kíli's arms tightening around him to the point of being unable to breathe, nor the gasps of pain falling from his brothers lips or the hands of his Uncle and mother as they tried to pry the pair apart.

Fíli and Kíli let out identical screams of pain as their bond re-joined, the pain exploding behind their eyes causing their vision to white out. As Thorins concerned face slowly came into focus Fíli couldn't help the sob of joy that fell from his lips as he felt the happiness and love that was Kíli in the back of his mind once more.

It was back.

Fíli stared down at his hip, fingers stroking across the coloured ink that graced his side and he couldn't help but frown as he examined it. He'd seen this array of colours before, recently in fact. He closed his eyes, trying to place where he had seen the colour and after several moments his eyes flew open in shock and he whipped his head towards the window.

There, standing outside in the heavy snow was a beautiful blond with bright blue green and amber eyes.

"Yavanna," Fíli breathed.

There were exclamations of shock from his family as Fíli watched her bow her head at him, crossing her arm over her chest and extending it out towards him before she disappeared in a flurry of snow.

"Where did she go?!" Kíli asked in alarm, his hold on his One tightening slightly in fear of her taking him again.

"I doubt we will see her again," Fíli told his love quietly. "She gave me a message to pass on and she fixed our bond, something which she has blessed. She has done what she needed to; now the rest is up to Uncle."

Thorin gave him a small smile before running a gentle finger down the changed sigil. "Your bonding is indeed blessed," he said quietly "for she has marked you with the colour of the Gods."

"Now no one can contest your union," Dís said with a small smile. She couldn't help the relief that flowed through her as she looked at her boys who had suffered for years regardless of being royalty from insults and physical attacks because others view their bond as sinful. Now if anyone saw them they would see that their sigils had been given the sacred colours and would no longer be able to accuse them of being wrong.

Fíli hummed in agreement which quickly sent him into a coughing fit, his hands grasping at his throat as he fought to regain his breath. He was thankful for the hands Thorin and Kíli both ran up and down his back, Kíli's gentle voice in his ear offering something to focus on as he struggled for air.

"Breathe Fee, in and out with me that's right." Kíli's soft voice in his ear repeated.

"I'll fetch some of the tea Oin left behind; it will help rid you of the illness your adventure in the lake has given you." Dís said giving her blond son a kiss on his forehead before hurrying out of the room to boil the water.

Thorin watched his two nephews for a moment before standing and cupping his hand behind Fíli's head, pressing their brows together gently.

"It does my heart good to have you back little lion. You mean a lot to us so please take pity on your poor Uncle and do not wander off for messages so far again."

Fíli rolled his eyes good humouredly at the twinkle of amusement in Thorins eye. "I promise I will do my best to stay close by Uncle," he said placing his hand over his heart with a grin. "After all we wouldn't want you to start sprouting anymore grey hairs now would we?"

Kíli burst out laughing as Thorin raised an eyebrow at the pair of them. "I seem to recall never having a single grey hair before a certain blond nephew was born," he sniffed in false annoyance "and they seem to be increasing now that he's been joined by a brunet trouble maker. The pair of you are determined to make me old before my time."

He stepped forward and tousled gold and brunet hair before placing a kiss on top of each. "Now rest you," he said pointing at Fíli "you need to get better soon to help me control that wildling you call a brother."

Amidst Kíli's spluttering's of indignation Fíli cocked his head at his Uncle.

"Where are you off to?" He asked curiously as he watched Thorin pull on his boots.

"I need to see Balin and Dwalin, it'll do Dwalins' heart and mind some good knowing you're awake and from what you've said I need to talk to them as it appears I have a journey to plan. Now get some rest Fíli, I'm sure they will want to visit you tonight."

Fíli nodded and settled back against his brother as they watched Thorin leave the room. It was silent for a little while, only the crackling of the fire and their mother moving around in the kitchen could be heard.

Eventually Kíli's quiet voice broke the comfortable silence. "Thorin's right you know."

"What do you mean Kee?" Fíli asked, turning himself slightly so he could look at his brother better.

"That you better not go running off or falling into any lakes anytime soon." He said softly as his hands crept under Fíli's nightshirt to caress firm hipbones and sculpted stomach.

"I was terrified when you fell in, I could feel you struggling to hold your breath and I heard you say goodbye." Kíli's broken voice had his brothers heart aching as he felt the raw emotions from the brunet shooting down their bond.

"I didn't know what to do, what to feel. All I could focus on was the fact that the golden light that you are in my mind was suddenly gone," he whimpered. "I was alone in the dark Fee. I was terrified."

Kíli buried his face in the golden hair in front of him and let out a sob, the grief and anguish he'd felt only a few days ago hitting him hard once more.

Feeling the pain that was consuming his brothers heart Fíli turned his body until his side was leaning against Kíli's chest and reaching up he grabbed his brothers' face, pulling him into a kiss.

Fíli poured everything he could into it; love, happiness, devotion, determination, passion and eventually pulled away when they were both breathless. He stroked the knuckles of his hand down the side of his loves face and looked at him with adoration.

"Kíli my love, my one and only, I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to stay with you until time and old age accept me. You are mine as I am yours." Fíli swore passionately, his hands cupping his One's face gently.

"Please don't leave me alone again," Kíli begged in a whisper, sliding his lips softly against Fíli's before kissing his brother desperately.

"I returned to you once âzyungel," Fíli murmured as he rubbed their noses together "nothing will stop me from returning to you again."

And nothing ever would.