Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Please don't sue me I'm poor.

Author's note: Sorry this took so long, I have some writers block.

A lot of time passed and winter came with full force. The cold wind forced all of the dwarves into the mountain and all of the people in Dale into any warm broken down buildings they could find.

Two days after the dwarves moved into the mountain Fili woke up. He was dazed and confused, until Oin explained things to him. Fili was happy to see his brother was alive, but couldn't, didn't want to look his uncle in the eyes.

Both Fili and Kili knew it wasn't really Thorin's fault they had almost died, but the pain from his madness was still there. They knew they were hurting him by not talking to him or paying any attention to him, but they just didn't know what else to do with him.

Thorin was happy both of his nephews had survived, but also saddened by their lack of communication with him. His thoughts were interrupted by Balin and Dwalin.

"My King" Balin greeted.

Thorin had told Balin not call him King, but Balin said he would use that title whenever it was necessary "What is it Balin?" Thorin asked.

"We were just letting you know that the flooding caused by the melting ice has been taken care of" Balin informed.

"And the supplies?" Thorin asked.

"All of them survived with minimal damage" Balin replied "The only problem now is, where do we put them?" he asked "The area they were in has been blocked off and making space elsewhere has be difficult due to the amount of people in such a small space. We need advice" he explained.

"Do we have any spare rooms we can open up?" Thorin asked.

"We do, but then we'd have rocks and boulders lying around" Dwalin said.

Thorin sighed nothing seemed to be going right.

"Why don't we break them into smaller pieces?" Kili asked.

"Well we could, but that would take time" Dwalin replied.

"What if we stacked the boulders and rocks in the same place the flooding was?" Fili suggested "It would just be like replacing the supplies with rocks"

Balin hummed in thought and said "It might work, Thorin?"

"Get it done and be careful" Thorin ordered.

Balin and Dwalin bowed slightly before leaving Thorin and his nephews.

"That was a good decision Fili. You will make a fine King" Thorin complimented.

"Sure" Fili replied dismissively.

Thorin sighed to himself and went back to staring at the ceiling.

Meanwhile in the ruins of Dale the people had managed to make good housing accommodations for themselves and they had plenty of food and warmth.

Bilbo had made his own little nest in a corner and was currently telling some children stories from the Shire.

The parents of the children including Bard were grateful for all of Bilbo's help over the winter. He showed them how to make the most of the small space they had and showed them how to make it warmer like hobbit's do. Not to mention his stories were quite entertaining.

More time passed and the people of Dale huddle together for warmth. They looked to Bard, their new King for advice and peace keeping.

More time passes and the winter does not let up in the least. Snow flurries down and blankets the world in white. The wind is strong and sharp to anyone who dares brave it.

Back in Erebor King Thorin is up and moving. With the help of Dwalin he goes exploring. He goes to his old room and retraces many of his steps from the past. The visit to his parents room was tough, he couldn't stay long and left. He explored the caverns and halls like he used to. The only places he would go were the treasury and the throne room. He still feared the curse of the gold and would not allow himself to be taken again. As he and Dwalin walked down a hall Thorin asked his friend why he had forgiven him.

"Because I've known you a long time and you weren't yourself" Dwalin replied.

"But still, I threatened to kill you" Thorin pointed out.

Dwalin chuckled and said "You haven't won a fight against me in years. I would have knocked you out if you had tried"

Thorin shook his head at his friends casual tone and said "Dis will be coming when winter ends. How will I face her?" he asked

"With your head held high and a shaving razor in your hand" Dwalin replied only half joking.

Thorin sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. He was not look forward to meeting his sister after everything he had done. Despite Dwalin's joking Thorin knew she would have his beard "Maybe you're right. I have to face her sometime. And that time will come soon enough"

Dwalin knew how fierce Dis was and knew she would lay into Thorin when she found out what he had done, but she wouldn't hurt him too badly. She loved her brother too much and she knew he'd only just recovered. Dwalin knew what she would do, she would kick his arse in a fair sparring match on the training ground, when the time was right. Smiling to himself he lead Thorin back to his bed to let him sleep.