The end of the line (OTA, tag to Red)
After all of it, after the fear of losing Thorin to Dragon Sickness, of not even having the chance to fight!, Kili would remember three things:
Tauriel's face, even as she said that he didn't mean it. He had meant it.
Fili, falling.
His uncle, asking them to follow him one last time.
Then it was over, things going black. Kili's last thought had been only this: He did hope that he had made Thorin proud . It didn't even hurt, not after the initial flash of pain. It was, simply, over.
So, imagine his surprise when he blinked his eyes open to see sky. He lifted his head to look around and it took a moment before everything slipped into place in his mind.
Haurvatat. He touched his chest, feeling the blood, the rip in his tunic. It would look worse than it was. He pushed to his feet, swaying only a little, his sword hanging from his hand. He felt different. Older, tired. How long had he been gone? He walked, one foot in front of the other, toward the hotel.
[ooc: he's finally been bumped the end of his canon line. Friends, Romans, Countrymen! Come say hello and make sure he doesn't fall over?]