Back at Bard's house, Tauriel washes and tears apart the Kingsfoil in a tub of water held by Tilda. Fíli, Gwen, Oz, and Devon picked up a crying Kíli while Óin and Bofur clean off the table and allow them lay him there. and try to hold him down.]
"Can somebody hold him down!" Gwen shouted.
"Jonathan, hold his leg!" Devon exclaimed.
"Right." Jonathan complied.
Tauriel approaches with the bowl of water and examines Kíli s wound as Willow and Tara watch. Seeing how black and festered it is, they look away in worry. As the others look on, Tauriel closes her eyes and begins chanting in Elvish while she kneads the soaked Kingsfoil in her hand, then presses it to Kíli's wound.
"Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth." (May the blessing that was given to me be sent from me to him, may he be released from death.) Tauriel chanted in elvish.
As Tauriel continues chanting, Gwen, Fíli, Devon, Oz, Jonathan, Lance look at her strangely while Óin listens in amazement through his fairly dented hearing trumpet. Kíli started to calm down and the pain was starting to swell away during the chanting.
After healing Kíli from the terrible pain he received, Tauriel binds the dwarf's leg with a clean cloth. Kíli lies on a table with his head in a basket of walnuts.
"I've heard tell of the wonders of elvish medicine." Óin said in amazement. "That was a privilege to witness."
"I must say, that was pretty amazing." Gwen remarked. "And yet... I wonder what we could do with kingsfoil?"
Kíli slightly opens his eyes and looks at Tauriel. "Tauriel."
[Tauriel:] "Lie still." Tauriel smiled.
"You cannot be her." Kíli said weakly.
Tauriel looks up in confusion.
"She is far away. Sh- She is far, far away from me, and she walks in starlight in another world." Kíli continued to speak weakly. "It was just a dream." He slowly raises his hand and entwines his fingers with Tauriel's. "Do you think she could have loved me?"