This chapter is way longer than what the other ones have been so I hope you all enjoy!

Kili had never known his uncle to be lost for words. Dwarves tended to be a loud, vocal bunch that found no trouble when it came to speaking their mind, but Kili didn't question the momentary silence. He took advantage of it and jumped into his argument.

"She is three months with child," he explained, swallowing thickly as the group of dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard stared wide-eyed. "Tauriel fled Mirkwood to tell me this."

Slowly, the heads in the room turned to Thorin. His fists were still on the table, but the anger was nearly visible as it radiated off of him.

"Leave us," he barked, still staring at his youngest nephew. "Now."

Without a second glance, the ten dwarves and Bilbo practically fled from the mead hall. Gandalf was slower. He stood for moment, looking as though he was going to comment on the situation, then must have decided against it because he followed Bilbo from the room. Fili stood, but only to be by his brother's side.

"Fili, you were not excluded from that order."

The blonde folded his arms across his chest, but did not leave. "No intended disrespect Uncle, but this involves me just as it does Kili."

Kili felt a rush of gratitude for his brother, but now was not the time to comment on it. His uncle was looking more upset now that Fili had openly defied him. However, Thorin must not have wanted to argue, at least on that particular subject, because he said no more about the matter. He seemed to be having trouble finding anything to say at all. His fists clenched and unclenched as he let out heavy breaths of air.

"Kili," he finally growled through clenched teeth. "I'm not even sure how to respond to this."

"I'm sorry," he answered quickly, "but not for my actions. Only sorry that the outcome happened in this form. I know it will cause difficulties-."

"Difficulties?" Thorin roared, slamming down a fist. "You bedded an elf! Does your kin mean so little to you that you've allowed yourself to be taken under the enemy's spell?"

"She is not the enemy," Kili argued. "Tauriel, along with her kin, fought beside us."

"After they marched an army on our doorstep!" Thorin was now pacing long the edge of the table, much like Fili had earlier. "Her kind is no friend to us and nor will they ever be."

"She left her kin to come here." Kili fought the urge to slam his own fists down. The last time he'd shouted at his uncle was near three months ago, before they charged from the mountain. It looked as though that outcome would be better than this one. "She nearly died to warn you about a parchment she couldn't even read. Tauriel has risked everything to be here to bring me news of my child. How are those actions of an enemy?"

"You are a son of Durin," Thorin exclaimed, pausing in pacing to send a sharp glare Kili's way. "Her good deeds do not justify your actions."

"No," Kili agreed, "but they justify hers. Punish me if you wish, but do not put the blame on Tauriel."

Thorin stopped in front of table and gave wavering sigh. His head hung low and his hands splayed over the wood surface. "Kili, if you were not my nephew I would have no other choice than to banish you from Erebor. This act is inexcusable."

"Uncle-," Fili started.

"Quiet," Thorin interrupted harshly and Fili's mouth snapped closed. "You have acted recklessly to an extreme I cannot begin to measure. This illegitimate child has no tie to our family. I will not offer its mother sanctuary and risk war with the elves."

"You cannot send her into the wild!" Kili bellowed. "She is pregnant, Thorin! Those orc packs would kill her by the end of the week."

"Last I recall, I amKing," Thorin said lowly. "My word is law."

"She wants to speak with you," he said quickly, almost desperately. "To anyone who will listen. You have to let Tauriel make her case."

"Uncle," Fili tried again. This time, Thorin did not interrupt him. "Forcing the elf out there would be equivalent to murder. You are a mightier king than that."

The air was thick as the two brother's glanced at each other. Kili gave his brother a short nod of thanks that Fili returned. Thorin glared down at the wooden table, his knuckles growing white on his fists.

"Fetch her. I will see who would like to hear her speak as well and we will meet with her soon. Fili, remain here."

Kili stood in shock, until Fili roughly shoved his side. "Go on, you idiot."

Watching his brother trip over his own two feet as he sprinted from the mead hall, Fili was well aware of the anger still seething from his uncle. When Kili's steps disappeared, Thorin slammed his fist down, causing his heir to jump.

"One day you will be king, Fili," Thorin sighed, slumping onto one of the benches. Fili grabbed his mug that had miraculously survived the dwarves' outburst unscathed. He took a long swig and slid into the seat across from Thorin. "You do not yet know the hardships of ruling over your family, of making a decision that could sever blood ties. How could something like this happen?"

"Kili does as he pleases," Fili replied. "Always has and always will. If he has decided to love this elf, nothing will change his mind."

"Love," Thorin scoffed. "He knows nothing of the word. It is only mere infatuation that this elf has him under."

Fili shrugged. "Whatever it is, I believe it goes both ways. She was close to death on that mountain side last night. Not too many would do that just for the pleasure of tricking a dwarf."

Thorin looked up from the table. While the immediate anger and ferocity was gone, frustration and tiredness still lingered. "You are fair, Fili. Sometimes I think a little too trustworthy, but kind traits as those are admirable."

"Kili has them too," Fili said, over the rim off his mug. "He trusts the elf."

Running a hand through his beard, Thorin slightly shook his head. "Your brother is reckless. A wonderful warrior and braver than most, but foolish. He does not think of the outcome of his actions or who they will affect. Tell me, future King of Erebor, what would you do."

Fili leaned back in the bench, thoughtfully looking down in his mug before he answered. "Kili's an idiot. I think he needs a good beating over the head and at this point I'd like to be one to deliver it. Stealing a night with that elf was such a brainless act that I'm honestly a little worried for his sanity."

Thorin almost cracked a smile. "But?"

"But, punishing the girl is cruel." Fili leaned forward, watching his uncle as he spoke. "She's done nothing to harm us and killing her and the child is barbaric."

"The child," Thorin groaned. "Our forebears would strike a dwarf, prince or not to the throne, where he stood for creating such an atrocity with their kind. If not, they would at least banish the mother."

"I do not think that is wise," Fili commented.

"And why not?"

"Kili does as he pleases," he repeated. "You send the elf away, Kili will be following her. He would not let a woman swollen with his child fight the wilderness alone."

"And if I send her away anyway?" Thorin questioned. "If Kili and the elf leave, what would you have to say?"

"I've told you before Uncle," Fili drained his tankard and slammed it down on the table. "I belong with my brother."

When Kili entered his chambers, he expected to find Tauriel still fast asleep. He stopped short when he found her perched on the edge of the bed, dirty and bloodied clothes on in place of the too-short tunic. She was just doing the straps on her boots when he shut the door.

"You're back quickly," she commented. "I was expecting to have to track you down in this massive place."

"Don't do that. You'd just get lost," he muttered absentmindedly, quickly crossing the room. "What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep any longer," Tauriel answered. "I slept more last night than I normally do in weeks."

Kili smiled lightly as he stood in front of her. In this position, he was actually the taller one. His smile fell when he noticed the sleeve of her uniform.

"We'll have to go into Dale to get you new clothes," he frowned, tracing the torn and bloodstained fabric. Her bandage could be seen through the gap where the orc's blade has slashed through.

Tauriel took his hand, pressing it against her cheek. "You did not come here to comment on my lack of proper clothing."

Kili ran his thumb along her cheek, savoring the smoothness of the skin that laid there. "My uncle will speak with you now, along with anyone else who wishes to as well. I'm afraid we have quite a bit of convincing to do, my love."

Tauriel nodded, dropping Kili's hand. When she stood, she ran her hands down her traveling clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles and brushing off the dirt. She didn't ask what had gone wrong that had Kili back so quickly and, for that, he was grateful. He would have been embarrassed to describe the reactions of his friends.

"Should this go badly," she said slowly, "I do not want you to act foolish."

Kili frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bringing her hair to the front, she began to fix the braid that was loose and coming undone. Tauriel watched Kili carefully as she threaded her fingers through the crimson strands. "These are your people and you are Prince to the throne. You owe them your allegiance. If your uncle's words become final and they are not the outcome we hoped for, I do not want you to follow me."

"My allegiance is to my unborn child," Kili exclaimed. "How can you ask such a thing?"

"I am not asking," Tauriel responded, still swiftly braiding her hair. "I will not be responsible for severing your family ties."

Kili placed himself firmly in front of her. His head only came to her shoulders, but he gazed up at her harshly nonetheless. Her beauty struck him fiercely in that moment. Bright, emerald eyes watched him from her pale face, doing well at masking the sadness hidden under her hard features.

Grasping her slender hands, causing her to drop her hair, Kili pressed his mouth against impeccably soft skin. "Do not demand such a task of me," he said lowly against her hands. "Whether you want me to or not, I will follow you anywhere; to the far seas, vast mountain ranges, or rolling fields. If sanctuary cannot be found here for you here, I will provide it for you elsewhere."

"Kili-."

"This child will have both of his parents," he pressed. Tauriel's features softened. He knew she did not want to leave alone. Her selflessness still surprised him at times. "I will not abandon you."

Tauriel smiled, but it was small and almost sad. Looking as if she was close to tears, she closed her fingers around his hands. "You said his. I think it might be a bit premature for that."

"Aye." Kili shrugged, still grasping her hands. "But there's not too many dwarf lasses. Better put our money on it being a boy."

"I think I would enjoy that," she answered lightly, her smile growing. "Let's go find your uncle."

Thorin had been quick at gathering those who had previously ran from the mead hall. Not everyone seemed to feel the need to discuss business with the elf or hear what their king had to say on the matter. Those who had met Tauriel in Laketown came, along with Dwalin and Balin. Gandalf and Bilbo were there, but they sat silently in the background as mere observers.

When Kili and Tauriel entered through the wide archway into the hall, he wasn't sure what to expect. Although, he was confident she would not receive a warm greeting. Kili was pleasantly surprised.

"Ah, if it isn't the handiest elf I've ever laid eyes on!" Bofur exclaimed, pushing back from the table enthusiastically.

Balin, Dwalin, and Thorin stayed seated, with Thorin at the head of the table, but Fili and Oin joined Bofur. Kili watched, biting back a smile, as Tauriel laughed at the faces in front of her.

"I know you," she beamed. "I don't believe you ever told me your name."

The dwarf made show of bowing, swinging his ridiculous hat as he went. Fili caught Kili's gaze and they both rolled their eyes. "Bofur. At your service."

Tauriel gave slight nod of her head, eyes bright and a smile still wide across her face. Kili was enjoying the view when Fili grabbed his collar and started to drag him towards the table.

"Oi!" he whispered sharply, attempting to bat his brother's hand away. "What are you doing?"

"Thorin is viewing this as a formal hearing," Fili hissed, still dragging his brother to their uncle's end of the table. "You know where to stand. Don't anger him anymore."

The blonde dwarf practically threw his brother against the side of Thorin's seat, but Kili quickly regained his dignity and stood tall, folding his arms across his back. Standing by the King's side was an honor and Kili was proud to be Prince of Erebor, but the fact that it required him to stand on the opposite side of the table from Tauriel was aggravating.

Fili was right, though. He couldn't anger Thorin any more if he wished to keep his crimson-haired elf in the mountain.

Thorin said nothing to Tauriel. He, along with Dwalin and Balin, watched her chat animatedly with Oin and Bofur. Just as she was thanking the aging dwarf for his medical care, Thorin had evidently grew impatient. Banging a heavy fist on the table, Kili shared a nervous glance with Fili over the head of their king as the three grew silent.

"Sit down," he ordered to the dwarves. Their smiles fell and they hurried onto their benches Tauriel locked eyes with Kili for a split second, before respectively bowing her head to Thorin.

"My Lord," she greeted. Her face was blank, an emotionless canvas that even Kili could not read. It reminded him of their first meeting when she was a strict captain. "Thank you for making the time to meet with me. It is very gracious of you."

"Let me make it clear you are only here because my nephews begged it of me," Thorin explained solemnly. "If it were my decision alone, you would already be out the front gate. However, my heir was very convincing." Tauriel eyes shifted to blonde dwarf momentarily, but she quickly looked back to Thorin. "I will hear what you have to say."

"It is no secret I ask for sanctuary," Tauriel admitted, "and I know you are reluctant to give it to me."

"You are correct," he assured her. "You have a home. Why do you not return to your people? You have a high position there."

"That is not the case anymore, my Lord," she corrected. Kili perked at the comment. That was news to him as well. "King Thranduil took away my title and position after the battle. At the time of my leaving, I was a mere citizen of the kingdom."

"Demoted? How?"

Tauriel set her jaw firmly and stood tall. "I fell in love with a dwarf. I was banished for the act, but allowed to return home for my admirable success during the fight."

"Fell in love with a dwarf," Thorin repeated slowly. Kili struggled to keep his mouth shut and stand where he should. Watching Tauriel remain unmoving and firm under the sharp gazes of the dwarves eased his anxiousness. "And banished for it. Tell me, what did your king do when he discovered you carried the bearing of a dwarf?"

She faltered, her face reddening as she swallowed thickly. "He does not know. I came here without his knowledge. The parchment was found by members of the guard and King Thranduil ordered it to be discarded. That was my final incentive to come."

"You ran away without your king's knowing?"

"Yes," Tauriel confessed. "The prince covered my disappearance. I suspect in the next few days suspicions will begin to arise."

"Let's clarify the situation, shall we?" Thorin leaned back in his seat, absentmindedly drumming his fingers against the wood. Tauriel watched on, her nerves more evident than before. "You have run away, from a kingdom that my relationship with is already quite fragile, after directly defying your king. This is all after you seduced my youngest nephew-."

"I never-."

"Silence." Tauriel mouth snapped closed, her chest heaving. Kili shifted uneasily, debating how much trouble he would he would get in if he stood by her. "You seduced my youngest nephew and in doing so have created something that does not belong with either race."

"It is a child," Tauriel said hotly, eyes slightly narrowing. Kili along with the other dwarves, had heard rumors of how terrifying the race of elves could become when angered beyond comprehension. He hoped they would not get a taste of that tonight. "An innocent child who does not deserve to be punished for the foolish actions of its mother and father."

"Enough of this." Dwalin's fists came angrily down on the table top. Kili chest grew hot remembering the last words that came from the dwarf. "Why are we even wastin our time listen to this witch? What proof do we have that this child even belongs to our lad?"

Tauriel's mouth dropped and Kili moved, snarl already coming from his lips. Rough hands grabbed him from behind and pulled him back. Fili, although, struggling with his younger brother's rush to violence, was watching the elf carefully.

"How dare you," Tauriel hissed, lips pulling back over her teeth. Surprisingly, Thorin said nothing at her outburst. "How dare you suggest I laid with someone else!"

"We only have your word for it," Dwalin barked. "Who knows what you've been up to these months that you've been in the forest."

Tauriel now glared, hard and unforgiving at the faces in front of her. Her chest heaved and her teeth were barred in a way that was almost animalistic. Kili no longer feared for her. Instead, he feared of her.

"I did not come here to prove my virtue," she growled menacingly. "Call me a fool for making a mistake, but do not question this child's blood. It is a descendant of Durin."

"This child has no tie to my throne," Thorin declared.

"It has a tie to mine." The heads snapped to Fili. He didn't look at Tauriel, who was gazing at him with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude. Instead, he looked to Thorin. "Deny the child if you wish, Uncle, but Kili's first child is my heir until I produce my own. The elf carries a son of Durin."

"You would have a half-breed take your thrown?" Dwalin demanded. "It is a disgrace!" He looked to Balin for support, but the elderly dwarf said nothing. Oin and Bofur remained silent as well.

"I would have my nephew take the throne," Fili countered, "no matter who mothered him."

"We are not here to discuss an elf taking the throne come two hundred years," Thorin bellowed, silencing those around him. Tauriel watched him heatedly as did Kili. "We are here to decide if it is wise to let Kili's lover roam these halls and now that I have knowledge this action could anger King Thranduil, I am less inclined to allow it."

"Please." Kili's eyes snapped to Tauriel's face. While there were no tears or pleading hands, her voice was desperate and cold. "I understand the position you are put in. I do not want to cause your land trouble, but do not send this child into the wild. When it is born, send me away. I will leave, I swear, but offer my child sanctuary with its kin."

"Tauriel!"Kili called in disbelief. This time he was prepared for Fili's restraint and he easily fought of the attempt to calm him. Leaving Thorin's side, ignoring the grabs to stop him from both uncle and brother.

"Kili, be quiet!" Tauriel said harshly, still keeping her eyes on Thorin.

"No, I won't allow-." The hand that grabbed his upper arm, pulling him away from the table, surprised him. Glancing up, Kili found himself in the firm grasp of Gandalf, who sharply shook his head. He'd almost forgotten Bilbo and Gandalf were watching from the shadows.

"You have my word," Tauriel continued, when Kili had been silenced by the wizard. "I will leave your kingdom in peace, but please allow your nephew's son to be born into safety."

Thorin was silent. His gaze moved from Fili, to Dwalin who was still seething, then to Balin. The dwarf had said nothing the entire time, but now that the king's attention was on him, he provided a small nod in place of his opinion.

"I will not risk open war with the Woodland Realm," Thorin addressed the room. "Our line has been targeted by orcs and I cannot have other dangers threatening my people. I do not recognize this child and its blood." Tauriel shoulders dropped and Kili struggled again in the wizard's surprisingly strong grasp as her lip trembled. "However, I am not a barbaric ruler. You may birth the child here and your future here will be determined at a further date. If it comes to my knowledge Thranduil requires you to return to your homeland to answer for your treason, I will not protect you. Is that understood?"

Tauriel nodded eagerly and Kili felt like a thousand weights had been lifted from his shoulders. Even Fili cracked a smile at his uncle's answer. Dwalin watched the exchange heatedly, but said nothing. Gandalf released Kili, who quickly crossed the room to Tauriel's side.

"Very well." Thorin nodded solemnly to the elf and gave Kili a pointed look. "You may leave."

Kili and Tauriel could not leave the room fast enough. Only after they travelled down the long length of hallway and around acorner, did they stop to celebrate. Kili gave a loud whoop before Tauriel grabbed his shoulders to hug him close.

"Oh, Melamin,"she sighed happily, cradling his head against her chest. Kili wrapped his arms firmly around her tiny waist, laughing against the fabric of her tunic. "Your son will be safe."

"Our son will be safe," he corrected, "and you will as well. I will make sure of it."

Tauriel laughed lightly. A single hand trailed down the long, black hair against her chest. "We still have nine months until we are faced with that issue."

Kili pulled away, looking up at Tauriel as he spoke. "Nine months?"

"Yes, we carry for a year's time," she explained. "Three months has already passed. We'll be well into winter when the child arrives."

"Dwarrowdams only carry for ten months," Kili stated. It was hard to think clearly as the hand that had been trailing his hair now was running along his jaw. "I wonder if you'll be somewhere in between. Is that dangerous?"

Tauriel smiled lightly, her fingers stopping under his jaw. "Everything will be fine, my love." Pressing his chin up, she leaned forward to press a small kiss against his lips. Kili had to raise up on his toes to prevent her from bending over too much, but he wasn't going to complain. The fact he was able to kiss Tauriel in these stone hallways was enough to keep his spirits up, never mind his small height.

"Oi!" The pair broke apart, looking wildly at Fili who emerged from around the corner. He crossed his arms and tried to look annoyed, but the elf and dwarf could easily see the smile beneath the blonde beard. "We already know she's pregnant, Kili. You don't have to prove it by doing the act in the hallways."

Tauriel's face matched the color of her hair when stood up straight, immediately dropping her hand from Kili's face.

"I'm serious," Fili continued, teasing evident on his face as he came up to the couple. "I don't need to see my brother lip locking with an elf."

"You're just jealous," Kili laughed. "You know you want a woman over five feet tall."

"Yes, but hopefully she'll be the same species."

"This elf would like to thank you," Tauriel started, ignoring the brother's playful bickering. Fili looked at her, all teasing gone from his features. "Those were kind words you spoke in there."

"They were true," Fili said nonchalantly. "There is no need to thank me for speaking the truth."

"My son has a chance at life now," she argued. "He will be able to live a happy life in these halls with his kin. I will never be able to repay you for that."

"There's no need. You saved my life, remember? I'm only repaying the favor."

"Kili!"

Tauriel's desperate scream bounced off the ruins and rocks, filling in the blank space of noise that was not already filled with clanging metal and slicing flesh. She looked frantically to the ruins above her, searching for a glance of black hair; any sign that he was still alive.

It happened so quickly. There were a few seconds of relief as the blonde brother fell from Azog's grasp and the brothers were reunited. Then, Tauriel, along with the others on the opposite shore watched helplessly as the two became overrun with orcs, fleeing further into the ruins as Azog made an escape.

The dwarfs and the halfling were fighting the orcs below, but Tauriel was quick. She dodged blows and snarling mouths to force herself into the ruins, searching for any signs of life. Coming across an open ledge, she screamed his name again.

Suddenly, a bone shattering blow came from her back. If she had been mortal, the impact alone most likely would have killed her. The smell of rotten flesh and tainted blood overwhelmed Tauriel as she let out an anguished cry. Her chest slammed into the crumbling rock wall, but somewhere from above, she could have sworn she heard her name.

Turning to face her enemy, dazed from the blow, Tauriel caught a glance of her attacker before she dodged another hit. Bolg. This was no mindless, war crazed orc in front of her. Shards of metal protruded from his skin, threating to slice through Tauriel as he made a grab for her, successfully throwing her against the slabs of rock once again.

Another painful cry escaped her lips. Tauriel might have been immortal, but mortal wounds could easily change that. Her head ached painfully, clouding her mind with a dense a fog, but she numbly reached for her weapon..

A growl came from behind her, then before her injured mind could process her situation, a rough, bloody hand closed around her throat. Bolg dragged her long body to him as she gasped, twisting her hands around the wrist that was tightening on her airway.

Then, through sounds of metal meeting metal and screeching orcs, there was no doubt she heard a familiar voice call her name. Something erupted inside of her. Whether it was the confirmation he was still alive or her drive to join him battle, she did not know. Warmth flooded her veins as Tauriel snarled, twisting her body and kicking off with powerful strength from Bolg's chest in a way only an elf could manage.

Bolg lost his grip and she swiped another kick, knocking him off his guard. She was still too injured; too injured and too slow to take on the powerful enemy alone. With a deep yell, his fist collided with her torso, knocking her into the ground.

A warm liquid ran down her cheek and Tauriel realized she was bleeding. Looking blearily above her, feeling the warmth and power be overtaken with pain once again, Tauriel grimaced as Bolg stepped towards her, mace in hand. His sneer pulled back over pointed, jagged teeth and Tauriel struggled to hold her pride as death loomed closer.

"Tauriel!"

The yell was closer than the others and Tauriel stared in shock as a dwarf archer, with long black hair and hardly any beard, flung himself from the level above them. Kili landed firmly on Bolg, getting in several slashes before being thrown aside as well.

Tauriel scrambled to her feet, pushing aside her pain, and threw herself at the enemy. Ducking a heavy swipe of the mace, she dug the elven metal into the creature's chest. It was not enough. The blade stuck in Bolg's chest and Tauriel gasped as he shoved her aside, her head cracking against the wall.

Blearily, she tried to open her eyes. Kili was fighting again. He was strong and swift and Tauriel struggled to push herself up. As she watched the fight, her veins turned to ice.

Kili had dropped his weapon. Bolg held him by his neck, bending his torso so his chest was exposed to the jagged weapon he raised above him. Kili turned his head, catching her eye and a fire exploded inside of her.

Clenching her teeth and snarling, Tauriel sprung at the orc with all the force she could muster. He crashed against the stone wall, with his weapon still raised but his grip had loosened on the dwarf. The shards of metal scraped Tauriel skin, but she grabbed the arm gripping the weapon. Her long legs constricted around Bolg's torso as she held his mace up, leaving him momentarily vulnerable.

Kili reached between Tauriel, ripping her dagger free from the rotten flesh and dug it upwards into the creature's ribs. A rush of blackened blood oozed onto Tauriel's torso and Kili's arm as the metal pierced the vital organs, but she still held the enemy's weapon away. Bolg's face fell from its sneer. His arm jerked and Kili snarled, digging the weapon in deeper earning them a new flood of blood, but the creature's knees buckled. The strength on the other side of the arm Tauriel was holding disappeared.

She unwound her legs, swiftly jumping from the body as it fell. Kili sidestepped out of its path as well. For a moment, the pair stared at the body, their breaths loud and heavy. The orc screeches were growing distant. Large shadows of eagles flew above them and Tauriel knew the battle was nearing an end. The orcs were leaving.

"Your brother?" she finally asked, glancing down at the dwarf.

"Alive," Kili answered. "He found the dagger you threw and was fighting on an upper level when I heard you. Azog had fled." Tentatively, his fingers threaded through hers, much like they had when he was half unconscious on Bard's kitchen table. When she didn't pull away, he held it firmer. "You came back."

Tauriel nodded, slightly biting her lip. "Yes," she whispered. "I could not let you die. Not without this."

"Not without what?"

Tauriel bent forward suddenly, her hand grasping Kili's, as she pressed her smooth lips against his own. They were both in pain, sore and bleeding from multiple wounds. His hands were covered in dark blood, smearing it against her pale skin and their lips tasted of sweat and dirt.

It was not a perfect kiss, but it was enough for Kili to know she loved him too.

So, I have the headcannon that Fili is super protective of his unborn heir and that transfers into being protective of Tauriel as they slowly become bffs. So, even though Thorin is being "blah blah blah I am king blah blah blah" Tauriel has the two nephews totally on her side.

Adorable? I think yes

Oh, and there are more flashbacks to come. This wasn't the end of them.