Fili straightened his 'new' tunic. Ori had found it in one of the few chambers that was small enough to be untouched by the dragon. It was moth eaten and faded, choking dust rose up at his every movement but it was the best there was. Well, second best. Thorin got the best there was as king. He got the robes that were coated in gems and jewels though there was no one to see it seeing as he never comes out of the treasury, even for food. Balin said it was Dragon Sickness and Fili agreed. He would rather face Smaug over and over again then disturb his uncle when hes counting his coins. Balin had told him the only way to cure or delay Dragon Sickness, but Fili didn't know how to do it.

At least he had his tunic filled with daggers and knives again, he bounced slightly on the spot, smiling at the familiar jangle.

There was a knock on the door, "Come in,"

Bilbo edged in, a look of pure misery etched on his face."Thorin's angry. Hes throwing sapphire at anyone in his sight."

Fili slipped on to a padded armchair with a puff of dust, gesturing for Bilbo to follow suit, "I knew it would happen. It happened to my great grandfather and would have happened to my grandfather if Smaug hadn't attacked. It was only a matter of time."

Bilbo sighed, "Isn't there any way to stop it? To cure his mind and remember...remember him?"

Fili winced. Two days ago, he had been arguing with Thorin when he had shouted in his rage:

"You've made Kili die in vain! How could you?!"

And Thorin had shouted back, "I don't care about that, that elf. We're better with out him."

Fili shuddered, "Yes, there is. But...we have nothing."

"What? What can help? Anything Fili!" Bilbo stood up defiantly.

"Well, um, a big shock. A surprise that so big, he forgets the gold." Fili shook his head in despair. "Maybe if Kili came back to life, then..." he trailed off. He meant that to be a off handed comment but his voice broke half way through his brothers name. Bilbo hadn't noticed, he was gazing in to space, obviously thinking hard.

If Kili was alive? Bilbo thought, If he were alive...

"I've got to go see, er, Dori about the, er, tapestries." he stuttered, backing away from the Prince and out the room.

Fili waved him away, thoughts already on a different matter. Like the massive hole he had just found in the elbow of his tunic.

Suddenly, he crumpled. Pain lancing from his side, forking in to his brain. His ribs felt like the were cleaved in two, as though a sword had been stuck in his side. He gasped, clawing at this ribs. His head felt like it was going to burst in pain. Tugging off his tunic, he pressed a shaking hand to the cold, unmarked skin of his side. There was nothing there. Where was this pain coming from? Some part of him knew but that part was ignored by the rest of his brain. His whole body throbbed once and Fili felt himself falling in to blackness.

Kili opened his eyes. Blank whiteness was pressing on his vision, the empty air tingling on his face. The pain had gone, had faded away. Kili felt fine, more then fine. He felt the best he had every felt in his life. Energy he hadn't possessed since his early childhood pulsed through his veins with each heart beat sending tendrils of warmth down his arms and legs.

If this was death, it wasn't so bad. He smiled to himself, he was warm and comfortable without a care in the world. Nothing could break his peace. Nothing. Except... Fili

Kili sat up, eyes wide. Where was this place? What was he doing here?

He was in a hall full of light, blinding pure light that burned his eyes. Blinking, he could just make out tall pillars that stretched up in to the air and out of sight. Great statues of marble and gold stood between them, looking down on the many many dwarves milling around beneath them.

Looking down at him self, Kili saw that he was wearing his best blue tunic, no leather or armour, and that there was no sword wound in his side. His hair was long again, washed, brushed and braided properly, he was the cleanest he had been since he had started the quest to Erebor that had ended so badly for him. Getting to his feet, he looked round, scanning the crowd that was suddenly all round him, looking for a familiar face. Then:

"Kili!" came a painfully familiar voice from the crowd.

Kili turned, not wanting to see the speaker because it would prove his fears of this place, "Father?"

Fili and Kili's father came bouncing over to his son, beaming widely. He looked the same was he had when he had left their house on the day of the orc attack, strong and muscular; beard long enough to tuck in to his belt, which he did; his kind face that broke in to a smile at the sight of his family, though his eyes weren't as full of joy as he remembered. There was a hint of detraction in them. "Kili, my boy! How tall you've grown! Still no sign of a beard yet I see?"

"No, Father." Kili mumbled,

"You look so much like your mother! Are you still favouring the bow?"

"Yes, Father." he beamed,

His father laughed, then stopped, "But how come you're here? You can't be more then 75! What are you doing here do young?"

"I'm 77, Da! We went with Thorin to reclaim Erebor from Smaug and-"

But his father interrupted, "'We?' You and Fili, you mean?"

"Yes but-"

"I am going to murder that Thorin! I left him in charge of my two only son and he put them up against a dragon!" Kili's father bellowed, ignoring Kili's attempts to speak.

"They managed it, Father! They've reclaimed Erebor and Smaug is dead!" Kili shouted over his father, "I was attacked by orcs, it wasn't Thorin's fault!" he decided to leave out the part where they were captured by elves, that would only lead to his father going on a long and boring rant.

"Orcs?" his father whispered, hand going to the point where Kili knew a orcish arrow had killed him.

"Father, where is this? Where are we?" Kili asked though he thought he knew the answer.

His father looked at his sadly, resting a hand on his sons shoulder, "This, Kili, is the Halls Of Waiting. I'm sorry, lad, but you're dead."

Kili's mind span, his whole world tipping on to its side. Looking around, he saw that all the dwarves around him had the same vacant look in their eyes, as though they had been staring at the same thing for decades.

"No! No, I need to get back to Fili! He needs me!" Kili backed away, turning round and started to run.

"I'm sorry, my boy. But there's no way out." his father called after him before turning back to wander around the golden statues once more.

Kili ran through the many halls but where ever he went he arrived at the same place, back in the hall of light with the golden statues. He ran and ran and kept running. On and on until he saw a change. A door he had never noticed before. It was part way open and behind it was black darkness. A darkness so dark it look like it had never seen light. And in that darkness was one figure. A figure Kili hadn't seen in weeks but wanted to see with all his heart. The figure beckoned and Kili followed, not caring where it lead him as long as it lead him away from this place of boredom. The figure grasped his arm. Pain coursed up Kili hand and spine, forking off back down to his side where it stopped. He collapsed to the ground, eyes fluttering closed as the figure scooped him up and flung him in to the darkness.

In an elven healing tent, Kili woke up.

Ha, see? I did kill him then I didn't! Its like Supernatural! or Sherlock. or Doctor Who. or Marvel. or like every fandom I'm in. but, meh.

I didn't know what Kili's fathers name is so I just didn't put it in!

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P.S. sorry for not updating sooner!