The Mountain of Light

Disclaimer: Surely none of this- except the plot- is mine.

AN: Finally! The Epilogue in someone's P.O.V.

Epilogue

It has been a week since that incident. Luckily, Thorin was just in time to call off the attack. Imagine the surprise on the guards' faces when the saw their prince barking orders at them to fall back. Imagine their surprise doubling when they saw their older prince leaning against Thorin before being shoved towards the guards.

Imagine their surprise tripling when Thorin ordered them to confiscate all of Thráin's weapons and locking him up in a room.

Yes, a few elves remained but they were the grateful ones, escaping only with not-so-life-threatening injuries. As for those who had fallen...they were paid respect and were given proper burial.

As was done for Thrór.

Though...if they knew what he became— and it was suspected that they had an idea— they'd probably not aspire the dwarflings to become entirely like him. Well...they didn't, actually. So the idea was very much in the air.

Thráin never fully recovered from the shock of losing Thrór. He became more and more withdrawn and one day, he might even leave Erebor for unknown purposes. Thorin was saddened to see his father like that but he saw his other side too.

So, Thorin is next in line for the throne. His coronation will be held sometime around next month. Dwalin is already looking up the charts. Auspicious dates and all. Till then, Balin would be in counsel with Thorin.

So one month of free time and Thorin is using it so brilliantly. Don't ask with whom.

No, don't you roll your eyes. You know as well as I that Thranduil is a lovely bird. Kind and all. When he's not being snooty, he does come and chat us up. Well...he sits and says things but probably thinks we're idiots. I mean, not our fault he can't keep up with the current affairs. Right?

Oh c'mon! No don't roll your eyes again.

Anyway, love is a-blooming and pretty soon I think we'll be having a royal wedding.

And another royal wedding will follow too. Hehe...what? WHAT?

My wedding, you daft pointy eared elf! MY wedding. With that bosomed captain lady, I met in your camp. What's her name again? You know...the red haired one!

Although, I imagine it'd take some time. I won't look good in this blasted sling and oh—yes, thank Mahal that old croon missed my heart by inches. See why you should sharpen your weapons? Hehehe. Tough luck for him, eh?

What? AGAIN with your eye-roll. I'm not being disrespectful. He tried to KILL me!

Uncle is the only one in this family who loves me. Oh and Mother, Fíli. Balin. Dwalin. Ori, Nori, Bifur-Bofur-Bombur...umm...yeah. So everyone loves me. I'm adorable.

By the way, you still haven't told me her name.

Hmm...actually, I could snuggle with you. Hm hm hm- now, now. You don't have to hide your cute little crush from me. I know how you stare at me when you think I'm not watching. I have been noticing over the week. You're not half bad.

Yes, less on the bosom package but still refined with feminine beauty, my love. I'm a prince, you know! I'll lavish you with love and respect.

You—you do understand what I'm saying, right? Otherwise I'll make a fool of myself.

Ooookay, you're staring. Is that one of those stares of love and admiration? Ohh, or is it something intimate? Ohh baby, baby. It's improper to do it here, in the healer's ward! Oh but you're so bold and naughty, aren't you?

"Umm Kíli, he doesn't understand—"

Oh not now! I'm busy!

Where was I? Oh yes. Ohh your eyes are so beautiful and your cheekbones—they can cut glass, I wager. Oh my love, what is your name? What enchantment you hold behind your eyes?

"Kíli...he—"

Not NOW! Whoever you are.

I can't keep my gaze away from you, my mysterious keeper of heart. Oh let me caress your lovely form. Your lovely bosoms. Ohh how...small they are!

Smack!

Wh-what? What happened? Oh my love, what have I done to make you so cross? Why are you glaring me like that! No- no no! Don't turn your back. Face ME! I'm sorry. Love?

"Kíli! That's not a female."

Spare your pardon?

"That's a male elf."

Huh! No.

"It is. Trust me, nephew. He's male."

"And he's cross."

...Wh-what? No. Really? So he had no...so I fondled a...so you two heard all of it?

"Yes."

"All of it."

Oh...bugger.

You don't happen to know the name of that red haired beauty back at your camp, eh Thranduil?

"KÍLI!"

What? She's the keeper of my heart, Uncle!

"Like him? Does your cheek hurt?"

Okay first, it was a mistake. All of you elves look the same to me. Second, yes.

"Oh little one—"

I'm not LITTLE! I'm taller than the average dwarf. You hear that, ladies?

"Kíli, they're all male."

...Oh...

"And you think I'm a lovely bird, now do you?"

...Umm...

"I'm flattered."

"I'm just speechless."

...Umm...

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Ew. I'll just go to sleep then. Oh and put in a word to the nice female captain for me, will you Thranduil?

"KÍLI!"

Or I'll do it myself. I'm a charmer.

"KÍLI!"

Okay fine! I'm going to take a nap.

Oye baby, you sure you're male?

"KÍLI!"

Alright! Sheesh. Adults.

AN: This wraps up MOL. But I'm not done! There's still 'The Investment' and the dark-AU-ish Silmarillion/Hobbit mashed up mpreg fic and so many more ideas I have inside my twisted brain.

I really want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who've constantly provided their support, have taken the time to read and enjoy this fic. Thank you, thank you, thank you!