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The funeral had been beautiful, Lord Elrond had agreed to bury you in Erebor. Kili had sat next to your grave for three days without moving or eating until Dwalin and Thorin had to carry him away and lock him into his bedroom so he would sleep.
It had been a week now and Erebor was starting to reach its former glory. Not that Kili noticed any of it. The jovial dwarf was gone, instead, anyone that tried to talk to him got short answers or empty looks. If they saw him at all. He spent all his time in his bedroom or next to your grave.
Lady Dís had been told to arrive at Erebor today, and Fili and Thorin were receiving her with warm words and hugs, but Dís noticed that his younger son was missing and panicked. After Fili and Thorin, as well as Balin, insured her that he was alive, they hesitated. They did not know how to tell Dís the news of her son falling for an elf.
"Where is he, then? Where is my son?" Dís demanded to know, and Thorin and Balin glanced at each other one last time before he took a deep breath.
"He's in his room, grieving. I fear that he may never return to his old self." Dís frowned.
"Grieving? Grieving for who? Every one of the company is alive, yes?" They nodded, and this time it was Balin who took a deep breath before speaking.
"He fell in love on your journey." Dís' eyes lit up but it died down soon.
"With who?" As no one answered her, she stared tightly at her brother.
"Who, Thorin?" Thorin didn't have the courage to look at her sister, and he feared that if Dís reacted badly, she would not be there for Kili and he may not truly never return to normal.
"An elleth from Rivendell. The daughter of Lord Elrond." Dis stared at him.
"Rivendell- Lord Elrond. An elleth. You are saying that my son fell for an elleth?" She asked, and everyone nodded, Fili was taking steps back so he could sneak down to speak to Kili before their mother could if she reacted badly.
"Where is he?" Dís asked again, and everyone tensed. This time, Fili decided to answer.
"At her grave." His voice was quiet, and Dís lifted her eyes to him.
"I'll take you to him." With that, Fili and Dís walked down the stairs that led into the small garden where you were buried.
Dís walked forward quietly, trying to arrange the mess of emotions inside her. Her son had fallen for an elf. And she was dead now, and he was mourning. Her thoughts cleared when he heard the pained cries of her son. Kili had never been the one to cry, he sobbed, yes, but never cried. Dís added more speed to her steps and her heart broke as he saw Kili. He was hunched over next to a delicate white stone and his tears kept hitting the petals of the plant.
Dis walked to her son and kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Kili lifted his eyes from the ground to Dís and instantly jumped at her neck, crying into her dress.
"It hurts so much, amad. Take it away." He sobbed, and Dís rubbed his back with soothing circles, just as she had done when he was a child.
"I can't, dearest." She whispered and slid her hand on his hair.
"But it hurts, I can't live with this pain." He cried, and Dís' heart throbbed for her son. She knew all too well what it felt like to lose a loved one.
"You will learn to live with the pain. It will never go away, but you will learn to live with it." Kili sniffed and lifted his face to his mother, who was quite stunned. Kili had lost weight, his eyes were red and puffy and they didn't house the same spark as they used to.
"Oh, my poor poor boy." Dís cooed and wrapped her arms around him, rocking him like he was a child.
"Tell me about her." Dís suggested gently, and a set of tears escaped Kili's eyes as he began to tell the tale to his mother. First, even saying her name hurt, but as he kept going, the pain didn't give up, it gave room for something else. Joy. He told his mother about everything, the good and the bad. How you had met again, how you had saved his life in Laketown and then again at Ravenhill.