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After the battle of The Five Armies, Thorin Oakenshield and his company are free now in Erebor.
They have much work to do now, other than reconstructing it, to finally be able to rule the land of Dale. To rule and be The King Under the Mountain. Now, they must wait for caravans of the dwarven people to arrive as they bring back Erebor to beautifulness as it was before the attack of Smaug. Now this land will be as peaceful as it once stood.
Many tasks the miners, tinkers and other dwarves had to do to achive this. The reconstructing of Erebor, specially cleaning all that stinking dump the dreadful dragon had left behind. Oh, what a hard work that was, indeed. A week gone after the battle, weeks after Smaug's departure and still the stink lingered in the walls of the chambers.
Many were injured after the battle. Many other died. But those who died are remembered because they part from the land honourably and with courage. Those who fought and still live are now heroes, brave men. The injures were so bad that that even with the best medicine and care, they'd still take time to heal.
The king, Thorin, was weak. But his wounds did not prevent him from his duties. Dori was always on a look out for the king and for the others who were injured as well. He'd tried his best at fighting back the infections in the king's body. Everyone hoped and prayed for the king to get better. He had to. Even if Fili was the next to the throne for being the eldest of his heirs, he still needed Thorin's help along the way.
Kili was also gravely injured. He's been sleeping the past few days, sweating under his fever. Eating much, but feeling weak still. Many arrows have striked him in battle and he needed now special treatments in his wounds. Even though he lost too much blood, he has been recovering. Little by little he was getting stronger, though the medicine was strong and would often weaken him. Thorin, in his father figure for both him and Fili, he was always there. Watching over them. Watching over his little bird, making sure there was nothing wrong going on with the process of healing.
-"How are you feeling today?" The king stood by the door frame of Kili's chamber as he had notice him wriggling around on his bed as he walked by. Kili looked over at him and greeted him with a weak smile. Thorin walked in closer and proceeded himself to sit next to his nephew and run slowly his thick fingers across Kili's forehead, making sure if his fever went down.
-"Slightly better, I suppose. Though, my back is sttill pretty sore." The brunette dwarf said lowly, almsot whispering and cleared his throat. Weak he was, so he struggled slightly to speak.
Thorin just smiled slightly upon noticing his nephew's slight recovery. He picked around at his damp hair not wanting to whisper any other word for he didn't wanted Kili to be stuck in a converstaion he knows better he won't be able to keep up. For he now breathes slowly.
Kili yawned softly then looked at his door. Bombour was now standing there, slightly smiling at him and holding a tray of food for the injured nephew.
-"Oh, just in time Bombour. I'm starving." Kili slightly chuckled a bit and it was followed by a little cough, as he watched the red-haired dwarf walk in and put the tray on a night table by the bed.
-"Thank you, Bombour. I will stay with Kili this time." Thorin patted the chubby dwarf on his back, smiling a bit and Bombour muffled something out but wasn't quite understandable since he had his mouth stuffed in with a piece of buttered bread. The dwarf bowed slightly and off he went smiling and munching on his snack.
-"Uncle?"
-"Aye?" Thorin replied as he took the tray of food and placed it beside him on the bed. Making it reachable for him to help feed his nephew.
-"Why did you let him go?" Kili almost muffled since he had his mouthfull of meat and potato heavy stew.
-"Who?" Thorin raised his eyebrow. He didn't quite understood Kili.
-"Bilbo, uncle. Why did you let him go?" Kili finally said clearly after clearing his throat.
A moment of silence stood between them as the king under the mountain looked down, slightly frowning.
-"It was best if he left."
-"Best for who? For you? I thought--"
-"No. Best for him. I... He has a life back in that hobbit place, The Shire. He has no place amongst us."
-"Oh, yes he does. And you have deprived him of it."
Kili's words saddened the king. Even if sometimes Kili was as naive as a child and may have sometimes say stupid things, he was in all but right in what he was saying now. Bilbo left because the king thought it'd be best for him. Never he thought about what the halfling really wanted. He never knew because he never asked Bilbo if he wanted to stay or not. But it was too late now, or so Thorin thought. Bilbo was far off now back in The Shire, back into Hobbiton. Back into his comfortable hobbit hole. Thorin misses him, though. He misses him deeply. He lived so many things and went through so much beside with Bilbo Baggins. He loved him, but there was nothing to do now.
-"Why don't you go after him, uncle? I know he won't think twice in coming back to Erebor." Kili looked into his uncle's deep blue eyes. "He loves you and you love him, don't you?"
-"Kili, I do not think--"
-"Oh, c'mon, uncle! I'm not a child anymore. Even if you haven't said such things, I know you do. I could see it in your eyes. Now all I see is pain and sadness."
Thorin slightly widened his eyes. When did Kili grew up so fast to understand such things as these? He was growing into quite a smart and bright dwarf. He knew for sure what was going on between Bilbo and his uncle. Love there is between them. As Kili said, he knows because he could see it in their eyes. Everyone in fact knew, or so they suspected. They were all the same saddened upon Bilbo's departure and they wished for him to come back one day and to stay for ever with them. They were for certain going to miss their little burglar.
-"I am not certain of what will happen now, Kili. I have many duties as of enough to be dealing with instead. I do not think I have time for hobbit-haunting."
Kili crossed his arms. If there was any dwarf double as stubborn as any other in whole Middle-Earth, it was Thorin Oakenshield. But Kili had grown tired of the conversation and was struggling all the way to reply back clearly, so he took this as a signal of it ending. He took deep breathes as Thorin frowned slightly.
-"Come and eat before it gets cold." Thorin held up high a spoon full of stew.
-"Aye, sir." Kili sighed.