imagine an au where thorin lives, but only one of the boys survives
imagine it's kili
kili watching fili running up towards danger and being killed by azog knowing that it should could have been him, but not even being able to follow his brother the way he always had
constantly having doubts about if the right brother survived or not
kili having all of the duties and responsibilities that were always promised to fili suddenly thrust upon him, barely any time to mourn his brother before dwarves show up to rebuilt erebor back up even as he stands in its halls
watching thorin's slow, painful recovery and wondering if his uncle's survival means another spiral down into gold madness
dis returning to erebor and clutching her son to her and sobbing and kili feeling the loss just as much as she is, wondering if giving tauriel the runestone had been some kind of ill omen
and tauriel!
she still has kili but she's an elf, she's not meant to live under a mountain where there are no stars, but there's no way kili can just leave with her and go
tauriel watching kili succumb to a different kind of sickness, a sickness of the heart, not knowing how to heal it as swiftly as she healed the arrow wound
it's hard enough loving someone your family and race hates but how to you love someone who hates himself when you're just learning what love actually is



















