"I see them," Tauriel told Kíli, narrowing her eyes slightly as she peered off into the distance. Kíli saw nothing, but he knew that Tauriel's eyesight was far better than his and had no doubt she was correct. "They are traveling at a fast pace. I would expect their arrival within a few hours, at most."

"I can't wait for you to meet them," Kíli told Tauriel, leaning against her with a smile. "I think you'll like my mother, and I'm sure she'll like you."

"I hope so," Tauriel replied, sounding slightly anxious. Kíli looked up at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, no. You don't get to worry about meeting my mother, not when you have Thranduil for a guardian. Every time I see him, I worry he's about to kill me."

"He would not," Tauriel protested. A mischievous glint was in her eyes as she added, "You're a prince. It would create an incident."

"Oh yes, that's wonderfully reassuring," Kíli retorted. "But you really needn't worry about my mother. She's perfectly lovely."

"Does she share your uncle's opinions on elves?" Tauriel asked, sounding nervous. Kíli would never stop being surprised that his wonderfully brave elf maid, who could face down a whole army of orcs without blinking, could be visibly nervous over meeting someone she wished to impress.

"She's not as opinionated as Uncle Thorin," Kíli replied dismissively, taking Tauriel's hand in his own. "And anyway, he's accepted you, hasn't he?"

"As the emissary, yes," Tauriel replied. "But we have not yet told him about our relationship, and you cannot tell me you do not worry about it. The time that has passed proves you a liar."

"Thorin can be set in his ways, but my mother is not the same," Kíli replied, bringing Tauriel's hands to his lips and brushing a kiss across it. "And anyway, it's not as if we've been exactly subtle. I've had half the Company congratulate me on our relationship. Thorin's simply exceptionally unobservant."

"Have they really?" Tauriel asked, sounding amused. Kíli began counting them off on his fingers.

"Fíli said it was about time that we stopped dancing around each other. Ori wanted to know more about it, with how curious he is about elves. Bilbo was glad to see both of us happy. Óin is pleased I've found someone who can patch me up when I'm hurt. Bofur made a few comments I'd like to forget were ever said aloud. Gandalf didn't say anything, but the looks he's been giving me make it certain he knows and approves. And Balin says that it's a good political move, which wasn't the most romantic of commendations, but if he's on our side, he can help convince Thorin."

"And what of the others?" Tauriel asked, the smirk that slowly grew on her face over the Company's messages still present. Kíli began to reenter Erebor as she followed.

"Bombur doesn't pay attention to anything that isn't food. I have no clue what Bifur thinks about most of the time. Glóin's more interested in the fact that his wife and child are going to be arriving soon. Dori's been more focused on getting Erebor ready for more dwarrows to arrive. I don't think Nori especially cares. And Dwalin…" Kíli sighed. "Dwalin is Dwalin. He can be as set in his opinions as Thorin. But I'm sure he'll come around."

"What do you think your uncle with think of us when he finds out?" Tauriel asked, offering Kíli a hand as they descended a particularly steep stairway. Kíli always insisted he didn't need her help - he didn't even have to use his staff anymore, except on bad days, which were becoming more and more rare - but he always accepted the opportunity to hold her hand.

"I don't know. He'll probably rant and rave something about keeping the purity of dwarrows and not intermingling with other races. But then again, I'm half convinced he and Bilbo have more than friendship between them, so he'd be a hypocrite to say such things." Tauriel grinned; she'd gotten better at figuring out when Kíli was joking. It was true that most of the Company had been trying to figure out if there was anything between Bilbo and Thorin, but Kíli had meant it in jest.

"Bilbo is shorter than Thorin," Tauriel murmured, "just as you are shorter than I." Kíli resisted the urge to protest, considering it was very true. "I wonder if they ever do something like this." With Kíli a few steps above Tauriel on the stairs, they were the same height, so she didn't need to bend over when she tenderly pressed her lips to his. Kíli kissed her back, an action that had lost none of its perfection through its repetition, and only pulled away when he was truly worried he might lose his balance on the stairs.

"When does Bilbo plan to leave Erebor?" Tauriel asked as they began to walk again, sliding her hand into his.

"I believe he plans to leave after the celebration," Kíli replied, squeezing Tauriel's hand gently. "It is only due to Thorin's insistence that he ought to meet my mother that he's stayed so long. I think he ought to stay a bit longer, with the weather growing worse, but Gandalf travels with him, so he ought to be as safe as he can be."

"You will miss him when he leaves," Tauriel murmured. Kíli shrugged, trying to play it off.

"Well, yes, but he won't be gone long. We'll see to that. And we'll all be going to visit him whenever we can, so it isn't as if we'll never see him again."

"The Shire is on the way to Ered Luin, is it not?" Tauriel remarked. "And, if you were to go to Imladris for negotiations, you could continue on to the Shire without too much trouble."

"Is it ridiculous that I already miss him, even though he hasn't yet left?" Kíli asked tentatively. Tauriel shook her head.

"No. Bilbo has been a good friend to you, and he's been a part of your life for months. It is not strange to desire his presence. I sometimes miss Legolas, even though I see him often and he lives not far from here."

"He comes all the time for negotiations," Kíli put in. "In fact, isn't he to come for the celebration, to meet my mother? You said Thranduil said something about a proper welcome for the Lady Dís."

"He is to come this afternoon, but I do not believe he will stay for long."

"Does he…" Kíli avoided Tauriel's eyes. "Were the two of you…"

"My king believed that Legolas was overly fond of me," Tauriel replied, thankfully able to answer the question without actually being asked all of it. "But we are as siblings. We did once consider engaging in such a relationship, but it died before it was born."

"Why?" Kíli asked curiously as he opened his bedroom door, holding it for Tauriel and following her in. A slight smile spread across her face as she settled herself on the bed. Kíli sat next to her, looking up at her curiously.

"We went out to the woods for a usual patrol," Tauriel told Kíli in a soft voice, the type of voice he had only before heard her use to tell stories to the children. "And, although we had recently killed every spider we could find, more were there, attacking a Company of thirteen dwarrows and one hobbit."

"One of these dwarrows was a strikingly handsome prince," Kíli continued, grinning widely. "And once you saw his face, you knew he was the only man you could ever love, and your tall, blond princeling would never have a chance."

"If you like to think of it occurring in such a way, I will not disillusion you," Tauriel replied, her voice deeply amused. Kíli pouted.

"If that was not how it occurred, then what was it that stopped you from going after your princeling?"

"You know you and Legolas have become friends, even if you will not admit it," Tauriel retorted. "And we decided that a troublesome time such as this was no proper moment to begin a relationship. It was only a while after that I decided to give the reckless, over-confident dark-haired dwarrow a second glance." Tauriel looked up and down Kíli's body, a hint of a smirk on her face. "And there, I've given you a second glance and found it no more appealing than my first." She stood as if to go. Kíli let out a wounded noise, perfectly willing to play along.

"Then all of your pretty words of love had been naught but lies?" he protested, grabbing Tauriel's hand and dropping to his knees in front of her. "My dear, my love, my beauty, do not do this to me. I will not let you go!" Kíli threw himself at Tauriel, pinning her to the ground. He was pretty sure it was only the element of surprise that had allowed him to do so. "Mine," Kíli declared, his face half an inch from Tauriel's. She leaned up, as if to kiss him, then suddenly threw him to the side, reversing their positions and ending up on top of him.

"Mine," she whispered back, leaning down to press a kiss to Kíli's lips.

"Yours," Kíli gasped in return. "Yours, yours, always yours."

After a moment, Tauriel pulled away, standing and holding out a hand to Kíli. "We ought to go help with the preparations for the celebration. Did Fíli not specifically tell us we must?"

"Damn him," Kíli muttered, allowing Tauriel to help him to his feet. "I suppose we must leave, then."

"I am looking forward to meeting your mother," Tauriel murmured, her fingers still intertwined with Kíli's.

"Will we tell her about us?" Kíli asked. "I mean, I'm sure she'll notice, since she isn't as emotionally inept as my uncle, but…"

"I do not wish for our relationship to be a secret," Tauriel replied, using her free hand to cup Kíli's face tenderly. "I wish for the world to know about us."

"Then we shall tell them." Kíli pulled Tauriel to the door, grinning widely. "Let us go shout it from the top of Erebor itself!"

"Kíli!" Tauriel laughed as he dragged her down the hall. "We must help your brother, remember?"

"Ah, yes," Kíli sighed, stopping at the doors of the main room. "Very true. We shall shout our love from the top of Erebor some other time then, yes?"

"As you wish, you ridiculous dwarrow," Tauriel replied, swooping down to press a kiss to Kíli's lips before entering the room. Kíli followed her, knowing he looked completely ridiculous in love and not caring a single bit.

Kíli immediately got swept up into preparing for the celebration, always kept well away from Tauriel, presumably so that the two of them would actually get work done. Kíli had to admit it wasn't an entirely incorrect assumption to think they wouldn't work as well if they were together. By the time the preparations died down, the small group of dwarves was practically at the doorstep of Erebor.

"The lady Dís is out there!" Dori cried, looking out at the approaching group. "And Glóin, your son and wife are there as well!"

"Gimli and Hillevi are here?" Glóin demanded, pushing his way to the front of the group. Kíli grinned slightly; as the only dwarf from the Company with a wife and child back in Ered Luin, Glóin had constantly spoken of Hillevi and Gimli. Perhaps, now that they were reunited, he would stop.

"Is anyone else there?" Thorin demanded. Dori peered over again.

"They are accompanied by Prince Legolas, but they are alone other than that," he replied. "I imagine the rest of the dwarrows are still on their way here. Lady Dís did send a message that she would be arriving some time earlier than the others."

"She's going to kill you when she finds out about your leg," Fíli muttered to Kíli, bumping his side gently. Kíli made a face at him.

"Well, at least I have found love on our quest, whereas you are likely to remain forever alone," he retorted. Fíli rolled his eyes.

"Thorin!" Dís's voice yelled up from the ground. "Open the damn gate before we take the mountain by force."

"Lovely as ever, Dís," Thorin called back. Dwalin and Glóin went to open the gate, the others following, as the dwarves and Legolas rode into Erebor.

"Mother!" Kíli cried, running up to Dís as she dismounted from her pony. Fíli ran up alongside him, both embracing their mother tightly as she laughed.

"It is lovely to see you, my boys." Kíli peeked over his mother's shoulder to see that Gimli was talking to Legolas incessantly, leaving him looking fairly stunned, and only stopped when his mother insisted that he say hello to his father. Tauriel crossed to Legolas, who immediately began talking to her in Sindarin.

"Sister," Thorin stated, smiling slightly at Dís. "I should like to introduce you to the last member of our Company, Master Bilbo Baggins, hobbit of the Shire." Bilbo bowed deeply, a grin dancing on his face.

"So you are the fabled Dís," he declared as he straightened. "I have heard much of you from your sons and your brother."

"I would that I could say the same," Dís replied, her eyes flickering from Bilbo to Thorin. "And are you staying in Erebor, Master Baggins?"

"Bilbo, please," Bilbo corrected. "And no, I am leaving for the Shire this very afternoon, I regret to say. Although I shall be visiting incessantly, I am sure." Thorin's face grew stormy at the reminder and he stomped off, leaving Bilbo looking mildly confused and worried.

"Bilbo!" Glóin called quickly. "Come meet my wife! I think you two will like each other."

"Shall I go after my brother?" Dís asked, looking amused. Fíli shook his head.

"I'll fetch Uncle Thorin." He gave Kíli a significant look, glancing over at Tauriel as well. Kíli nodded slightly as Fíli left. Dís arched an eyebrow, clearly wondering at the exchange.

"Mother, look at me," Kíli declared, spreading his arms dramatically in an attempt to change the subject until Tauriel came over. "You had no reason to worry for my wellbeing on this quest. I am quite alright, and I may return to you the runestone which you gave me, as I have returned to you safely."

"Do not think yourself free so easily, my son," Dís replied, giving Kíli a look. "I have heard of your brush with death. Is this the elf to whom I owe your survival?" Kíli turned to see Tauriel a few paces behind him, avoiding Dís' eye.

"I did what I could," she murmured. Kíli grabbed her hand and pulled her forward.

"Mother, this is my Tauriel," he told Dís. Turning to Tauriel, he added, "Or perhaps I am your Kíli. We did agree that I was yours."

"And how does your uncle see this development?" Dís asked, an eyebrow arched. Kíli shrugged.

"You know how he can be. I don't think he's noticed that there is a development." Dís nodded slowly.

"And do you make each other happy?" she asked. Kíli wove his fingers through Tauriel's as he nodded. Dís smiled. "Then I give you my blessing, as unconventional as you may be."

"I told you there was no reason to worry," Kíli muttered, nudging at Tauriel's arm gently. She smiled down at him fondly. Dís pressed a soft kiss to Kíli's forehead, then repeated the gesture with Tauriel, although she had to go on tiptoe and Tauriel had to bend over.

"Lady Dís!" Dwalin called, a smirk on his face. "Come with me and help me tell your brother how much of an idiot he is."

"Gladly, as always," Dís replied, crossing to Dwalin immediately. Kíli laughed.

"Dwalin and my mother love to tease Uncle Thorin," he explained to Tauriel. "What was Legolas saying to you before?"

"Apparently, Gimli has a great interest in elves," Tauriel replied, amusement clear in her voice. "He has been asking Legolas questions since he joined them halfway across the Desolation." Kíli laughed.

"And did he enjoy answering the questions?"

Tauriel smirked slightly. "He'll never admit it, but I believe he did."

Soon, everyone was ushered inside for the meal and celebration. Legolas, Kíli noticed, seemed to be rather surprised at how informal everything was - every meal he had attended with Thranduil had been much more stately - but he adapted, even making conversation with Hillevi and Gimli for a while before returning to Tauriel and muttering at her in Sindarin. Kíli tried to make a point to include him in the conversation more, but he seemed unwilling to join in. The fond look Tauriel shot Kíli told him that she had noticed his attempt, however, and appreciated it, even if Legolas did not.

When the meal was over, Legolas crossed to Gandalf immediately. "Mithrandir," he stated in a voice that was only just loud enough for Kíli to hear, "if we wish to reach Mirkwood before nightfall, we ought to leave now."

"Ah, yes," Gandalf replied with a sigh. "Bilbo, my dear friend," he called, distracting Bilbo from his conversation with Dís, "it is time."

"Oh. Oh, yes." Bilbo nodded, standing. Thorin stood as well, in what seemed to be an involuntary movement.

"Bilbo, our halls are always open to you," he stated. Kíli was sure he wasn't the only one who heard the underlying plea for Bilbo to stay.

"I know," Bilbo replied, smiling fondly at Thorin. "But I must return to the Shire. I promise to visit." Kíli was only a tiny bit surprised when Bilbo began to walk around the room, embracing every member of the Company. Truly, he should have been expecting it.

"Travel safely," Kíli whispered to Bilbo as they embraced. "And return soon, my friend." As Bilbo moved on to embrace Tauriel, Kíli was gratified to see he wasn't the only one who looked close to tears. Finally, Bilbo returned to Thorin, who hugged him so tightly his feet nearly lifted off the ground. Their whispered exchange was too quiet for Kíli to overhear, but both looked a bit happier as they pulled away.

Bofur was the only one to actually shed a tear as Bilbo left - other than Bilbo himself, of course, who barely seemed to be able to stop crying. Tauriel placed her hand on Kíli's shoulder as they watched Bilbo, Gandalf, and Legolas ride away.

"It is as you said. He will not be gone for long," she murmured. "You will see him again soon."

"I know I will," Kíli replied, taking Tauriel's hand in his and brushing a kiss along her knuckles. "And the rest of my family is right here."

It was as Kíli had promised Tilda when he first awoke in Lake-town, disoriented and horrified that he had revealed his feelings for Tauriel in a feverish haze. It felt as though years had passed sine that moment, although in truth, it had only been a few months.

And, as Kíli had promised it would be, all was well.

I don't know if there will be any Thorin/Bilbo in this series - at the moment, I'm keeping it ambiguous.

Glóin's wife is never named - I chose the name Hillevi because it sounds dwarfish to me and it ends in an I (which then may explain why Gimli's name ends in an I when Glóin's doesn't). I have no idea how long it would take to go from Ered Luin to Erebor without all the delays the Company faced, which is why the timing of this chapter is ambiguous. It's probably been a few months since the arrival of the Company in Erebor. I imagine it would take a long time for the rest of the dwarves to get there, which is why I made this little group go ahead of the others.

And that's the end! I hope everyone enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Before I go, I have a few thanks to give out:

First, to TheRoadgoeseverOnAndOn, who was always willing to talk ideas with me and helped me with inspiration for a lot in this story.

And second, to everyone who's read this fic, whether you've been here since the beginning or you're reading this way after it was completed. Thank you so much for reading.

But, even though All Will Be Well is over, I'm not done yet. There are currently eight oneshots planned for this series, and, as promised, here is the (tentative) summary for the full-length sequel:

A year after the Battle of the Five Armies, prosperity reigns over Middle Earth. Dale is being rebuilt with Bard as its rightful ruler, the retaken city of Erebor is flourishing under the reign of King Thorin, the elves and dwarves live in a peace unlike any seen between them before, and Sauron is once again little more than a whisper in the wind. But all is not well in Middle Earth, and sometimes, a whisper is all it takes to send a message along.

I'm unsure of when that will be written and published (probably not for a few months at least), but I will say that it will also be Kíli-centric but featuring an ensemble cast of characters, just as this fic was.

And now I think I'm (finally) done, so goodbye and thanks again!