Every day for two months Dáin watched Dís and Kíli wait by the gate for the arrival of their missing kin. And every day it was the same, nothing. However today was different, it was the first warm day in a long time. The snow on the Mountain was all gone, and for some reason today felt special. Kíli turned towards Dale and saw a whole bunch of people running to the path that led up from Mirkwood to Dale and Erebor. He saw a whole bunch of dwarves and elves on the path, and front and center of the group was a familiar blonde head.

"FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Kíli!" Dís said in astonishment, not looking up from her stitching.

"Mama! Look its Fee! Papa, Uncle Thórin, and Grandfather! Even Thranduil and Legolas!" Kíli cried.

Dís finally looked up, not realizing her son did not mention her other brother and looked at the path and cried out in relief. She grabbed Kíli by the hand and ran past Dáin, not without telling him to go get Thrór and her mother and grandmother and down the path.

"Mama! Kíli!" Fíli cried upon seeing them.

Releasing Kíli, Dís fell to her knees and opened her arms allowing Fíli to run into them. Kíli put his hands on Fíli's shoulders. Time seemed to stop as she held her eldest for the first time in nearly four months. She stood up with Fíli still in her arms and felt Víli draw her into his arms. It was all truly over now.

"Thráin? Thórin? Fíli!" yelled Thrór from further up the path.

Dís put Fíli down and allowed him to go to his great-grandfather. Thrór picked him up.

"Oh thank Mahal your safe! I was so worried." Thrór brought their foreheads together in an old-fashioned dwarven hug. "You have to tell me all about your adventure you must have been on. I'm assuming it has to do with the new faces." Fíli nodded.

Thrór put Fíli down as Thráin and Thórin approached with Bombur and his family in tow. Thráin bowed, once again this had to be formal. "Father, this family of dwarves rescued and took care of Fíli when we couldn't. They have requested to make a home in Erebor as friends of the House of Durin and heroes of Erebor. I have already granted their request. I only request that you honor my ruling." Thráin said.

Thrór did not skip a beat, not with Fíli in his arms. "If declared heroes of Erebor these dwarves are then a home in Erebor should these dwarves have. Welcome home friends."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Bombur answered for all of them as they all bowed.

Thrór beckoned some of the guards that had followed him out of the gates. "Take our new heroes and help them get settled into a new living space. And please help them to prepare for the evening meal, it will be a big celebration."

Thrór could not miss the smiles of all of the children, including the one he was holding and the other one Víli was holding. Thrór waited until the new arrivals have passed through the gate before walking over to Thranduil whom he noticed had not moved from his spot. Thrór squinted, it seemed that he was holding something and was being aided by Legolas, Tauriel, and another elven guard. Thrór took a mental count of his family, it did not take him long to realize just whom the elves were carrying.

"He died protecting Thórin. He died a heroes death. Although he did die alongside a traitor." Thranduil said.

"Ase?" Thrór guessed. "And those children were Ase's? The oldest dwarrowdam looks just like her."

"Good guess, Grandfather," Thórin said, jumping in. "Grandfather, I'm sorry about everything. I can never undo what I did, and I don't think I can ever make things right again with Frérin dying. But please forgive me, I did fix things with Fíli."

Thrór put Fíli down who ran over to his father and brother and quickly embraced Kíli was put on his feet by Víli. He looked over his grandson, his only grandson now, and saw a dwarf who was sorrier than anyone could ever know. Thrór answered by pulling Thórin into a hug. No words were needed.

Thrór released his grandson. "At least Frérin died besides the woman he really truly loved and found in the end, and he would be much honored to know that some of the House of Durin's closest friends are aiding him even in death."

"Thank you Thrór, he would be," Thranduil answered.

"Let's move Frérin to the Throne Room. I'm sure the rest of you have had time to mourn. Tonight we'll have a feast to celebrate Fíli, and I'll announce to the Kingdom tomorrow about Frérin. Thranduil you are going to stay for the feast and funeral" Thrór asked.

"It would be an honor, Thrór." Thranduil said as the two kings led the group into the Mountain.

Fíli and Kíli were still hugging each other on the path when Thórin walked over to them. He took Fíli in one hand and Kíli in the other and led them home. Fíli was a runway no more.

The End.

A/N: I would like to thank all everyone who left me comments and follows. Its what kept me writing this. Also looking for a co-writer for a possible epilogue/ring quest story. Going to be a long one.