No, no, no, no! Kali jumped to her feet and wavered. Ignoring the throbbing headache that was forming in her head she stumbled over to the three stone tables. Kali's knees gave out and her mouth fell open when her eyes found the peaceful face of Fili, "Fee..."

None of the others met her eye as she moved to the other end. They were busy avoiding her entirely as they moved between the three tables. Kili's sword was held in his unmoving arms, the only visible mark on him was one on his right cheek, and it was only a small one at that.

Kali gave a small, sad smile at him and how much he looked unharmed. She sniffled and leaned close to him, careful of the candles, to press his talisman into his right palm, "That's... that's yours..." she whispered quietly before slowly shuffling away. She couldn't bare to be there anymore than the others could, but forced herself to stay.

Thorin was gently lain on the table between the two brothers, Orcrist tucked under his right arm. The Arkenstone, the King's Jewel, the reason this whole thing was happening, was gently grasped in Thorin's hands, right over his stomach. His dark features were shadowed in the candlelight, making him look slightly pale. Kali hung her head and scrunched her eyes shut but that didn't stop her from crying to herself.

Fili had one of his swords in his hands as well. It was one of the two Sister Blades he always carried, and Kali's already fast heart jumped when she realized her must have lost it somewhere. His golden hair was still braided in its usual way, pushed back from his usually joyful features. Fili's face was now somber, no emotion over it whatsoever and it made Kali sick.

"The King is dead!" Gandalf's shout scared Kali and she squeaked, but she knew the normal routine for a dead Royal well enough to know she had to even out her voice. She also just became aware of Dain standing in front of a wall of his warriors, wearing atop his head the crown both Thorin and Thror had worn before him.

Balin stepped forward, standing in front of Thorin, and raised his sword, "Long live the King!"

The remaining dwarves raised their weapons, Kali included though she barely had any arm strength left, and they all echoed Balin, "Long live the King!"

*

Bilbo had slipped away and Kali followed him closely, still sniffling, "Bilbo!"

 He stopped, but didn't turn around right away. Kali suspected he was composing himself, "Kali?"

 He slowly turned around to face her and when she saw how teary eyed he still was it brought back memories of when she'd ranted to him about Fili and she'd accidentally rampaged and broken most of his Hobbit-Hole. He had the same look in his eye, only worse, "How are you feeling?"

 Bilbo gave a hollow laugh, "Very horrible, actually. How are you... feeling?" Kali grit her teeth and stepped closer to him. She stepped into the light a torch was throwing and he finally got a good look at her since atop the waterfall. Her eyes were bloodshot, red-rimmed and puffy. Blood plastered her hair to her face, there was a cut on her side and a few small cuts here and there. A large gash was in her shoulder, but what stuck Bilbo as strange was that there was a full arrow protruding from Kali's collarbone, "K-Kali, you're hurt."

 "Does that answer your question, then?" she raised an eyebrow, raising a hand to wipe at her eyes again, "I just-"

 Bilbo opened his arms for a small hug from Kali, but hadn't expected her to collapse on him as she did. He also expected the same outcome as last time she used him for support, the two of them falling because he hadn't been able to hold her up. But Bilbo was stronger and he supported Kali with ease, patting her shoulder as she sobbed into his shoulder.

 Instantly, though, she was upright and somewhat normal when there were soft footsteps coming down the hall. Bilbo hadn't heard them, but Kali did, "Evening, Balin."

 His cheeks were rosy, and it was very obvious he too had been crying, though it seemed he'd calmed down on the outside, "Evening you two. Bilbo," Balin's soft face turned inquisitive, "You're leaving?" Bilbo nodded a little. Balin frowned, "I'll walk you to the gate, then, I suppose."

 Kali watched the two walk down the hall and waited until they were out of sight before turning and going the other way. She moved slowly, still shocked about the events that had transpired that day. All three Heirs to the Throne... her thoughts were miserable, "Dain can't rule two Kingdoms at once."

 "Not for long, at least," there was a gruff voice from the right that frightened Kali. She'd never heard that voice speak that language before.

 She turned and indeed it was Bifur, his hair as wild as ever. He looked the same, the only difference was that the century-old orc axe-head that was buried in his forehead was missing, "Bifur! Y-you're axe... it's..."

 "Gone," he nodded, stepping further into the light. The wound looked half healed already, "That Mahal for it, too..."

 "That must feel different," her laugh was dry, awkward, "That's wonderful news, though. Congrats...?"

 Bombur broke off from a conversation with Dain and walked over, slowly joining in the conversation, "Cousin's got his wound fixed!"

 Kali's mouth fell open. Bombur is talking. Bifur's axe is missing. What's next? There will be another heir to the direct Line of Durin? Perhaps this was all a dream and she'll wake up on Bilbo's sitting room floor after a long night of drinking, "This is a most strange day..."

 Kali turned and followed the main group towards the gates of Erebor, following Bain's echoing voice, "...Thorin Oakenshield will pass into legend."

 Bilbo shook his head and adjusted his pack as he leaned towards Balin, "I know that's how you must honor him, but to me he was never that - he was... to me... he was..." Balin seemed to understand, for he nodded and Bilbo looked off towards the West, "Well, I think I'll slip quietly away. Will you tell we others I said goodbye?"

 Balin chuckled quietly, "You can tell 'em yourself."

 Bilbo turned, following Balin's gaze and smiled when he saw the other dwarves standing like a barricade in the gate. He turned full around and face all of them, "If any of you ever passing Bag End, tea is at four - there's plenty of it. You are welcome anytime," the dwarves bowed to him and he turned away to leave, more tears threatening to spill from his eyes, when he turned back, "Eh... don't bother knocking..." he added quietly.

 They chuckled, most swiping away tears from their eyes. All of them waved at the halfling and all of them stood there, waiting until Bilbo and Gandalf were out of sight before any even dared to speak.

A/N: This is not over yet. I've got some majour writing to do yet and then in about... 2-4 chapter this will be finished. 

I hope