Mother,

It has been a long and strange journey; not one I am sure that I wish to repeat.

First and foremost, I must tell you about our most recent adventure- that being a trip to the Woodland realm. Think it strange? It is. To put it simply, we were captured on our way through their forest- which, in its entirety, is not an unfortunate thing. No one would say this, but we had a bit of a run in with giant spiders, and if the elves had not arrived when they did, I am nearly sure I would not be writing you at the moment.

However, we managed to escape, and currently Thorin and the majority of the company are on their way to Erebor.

Why am I not going with them you might ask? Well, Kíli has had a bout of sickness lately, nothing too drastic, but I feel the need to stay with him and ensure his safety, as you asked me to do.

To keep up with his schedule, Uncle decided to leave us in the small and dingy dwelling of Esgaroth. The people we are staying with were kind enough to give me a quill and paper to write you on. I'm afraid this will be short, as the postman will be leaving soon.

Something is different about Thorin mother, something I cannot describe at the time. It seems that every day we get closer to the mountain; he becomes a little more distant from us, a little more remote. Maybe he is becoming more focused? I am not sure. You are his sister though- what do you think?

Kíli cannot write at the moment, but he wants me to send you his best wishes and his love. He has missed you dearly, as have I.

I suppose we will be seeing you soon then? I mean, tonight is the night of destiny. We find out tonight whether Thorin succeeds or not. But knowing Thorin- he undoubtedly will.

So I would suggest you begin to pack your things and prepare to head back home, where Kíli, Thorin and I will be awaiting your arrival. I have missed you so much, it will be a blessing to see you again once we're all safe and sound.

I think we've finally made it, mother. Just like you said.

Your son,

Fíli

/

Dís stared down at the worn piece of parchment in her hands; the grey ink was now faded and the paper torn in some places. She didn't care.

A hand was placed on her shoulder, Balin, she noted, as she turned the little talisman in her palm, watching the runes Return to me, glinting in the candle light.

"M'lady," the dwarf beside her started.

Dís looked at the talisman again, and the before she could think twice, threw it as hard as she could at the stone wall. Pang was the noise that echoed as it bounced away and out of sight. Her breath hitched in her throat.

"Dís."

She closed her eyes.

"I asked them to do one thing." She murmured. "Just one."

Balin stared down at her.

"I asked them to not leave me alone."

And then her world crumbled.

/

Just some little mother/ son/ brother moments for everyone. Just in case the movie didn't give you enough feels. I think Dís could potentially be a legit character, and hope to see her reaction to her family's death in the extended edition. But at the same time I think I'd have a nervous breakdown and jump out of a window.

I originally had this as a one shot, but after a few weeks of it sitting in the back of my mind, I couldn't help but type up a few more chapters, as one reviewer requested. Tell me what you think, I hope you liked it!

-Infinityscripts