Wish You Were Here

Shining Stars and Silver Screens

Kili started cursing himself before he even opened his eyes. How could he have fallen asleep while a battle was raging outside his gates?!

Thry uloon, othok rullok dhomaj!

But, as he sat up, he realized he wasn't inside the gates. He wasn't even in the vast stone front hall of Erebor anymore.

The room surrounding him was large, with three white walls and one shiny black wall that shimmered slightly as if made of galvorn. The floor he was laying on was soft and slightly bouncy, and Kili only resisted the impulse to bounce on it because he saw his brother's body a few feet away.

He nearly flew over, shaking Fili's shoulder to rouse him. "Wake up! You must wake up!"

Fili muttered an incoherent stream of Khuzdul curses, showing that he had only been asleep and not wounded or dead like Kili had originally thought.

Kili felt a hand on his shoulder, and, reacting instinctively, he reached for the sword that should have been on his other.

It wasn't. Kili panicked for a moment until he realized that it was Dwalin and not an enemy.

"Watch it, laddie. Would'n want teh anger the gods."

"What? What do the gods have to do with this?"

"That wall's made-a no material I've ever seen, an' the room is sealed-up tight as-n elven barrel. 'Tis only magic that coulda gotten us in here, an' powerful a' that. Could only be the gods."

Kili was about to ask another question when he noticed a faint golden glow in the corner of his eye. He turned...

...and was met with a sight he would not likely forget, nor let anyone else forget.

It was a pile of sleeping elves. And not just any elves, but royalty.

Kili stifled a laugh, and so did Dwalin when he turned as well. The great Elvenking Thranduil had his arms twined tightly around Lord Elrond, and both had the first true smiles Kili had seen from either of them on their lips. Tauriel was curled up on Elrond's other side, and on hers was a beautiful golden-haired elf-lady he had never seen before. Nestled at Thranduil's back was Legolas, wrapped around a human with dark hair. They weren't awake yet.

"Tis strange, seein'm like tha'. Makes-em feel more like us. Less up'n the clouds above th'rest-a us."

Someone scoffed.

Thorin?

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Thorin thought the elves looked ridiculous. Adorable, yes, - why is he thinking that way about enemies - but ridiculous all the same.

He almost regretted making any sound when Dwalin, Fili, and Kili whipped around with scared expressions on their faces. Had he really been that bad during the gold sickness? He couldn't remember much, but it felt like a fog around his brain had just cleared.

Thorin didn't have time to brood for long, however, as a running hobbit crashed into his side and nearly knocked him off balance.

"Thorin! You're you again!"

Bilbo shouldn't be so happy to see him. One of the only things he did remember was nearly throwing the burglar off of the front wall of Erebor.

The hobbit was hugging him fiercely, head buried in Thorin's fur cloak. They stood like that for a moment - Thorin slightly dumbfounded and Bilbo strangely relieved - until the burglar seemed to realize what, exactly, he was doing and stepped away rather hurriedly.