I dedicate this story to all those who join me in Fili and Kili fandom. I am sure you wonder what it would be like if these two amazing dwarf brothers did not die but survived the Battle of the Five Armies. In order to make it shorter, I have tried to give the simple basics of where we are in the film, and to tell you enough details that you can figure out the context of my changes. With that note, you shall find out the alternative ending to The Hobbit movies (and the book, if you would like to think of it that way!).

The wonderful sound of metal clanging against metal filled the air. An assortment of creatures, five armies in fact, waged war against each other. Elves, men, dwarves, and a solitary hobbit allied against the goblins and wargs. The atmosphere was thick with the blood spilled from all these creatures, and the ground stained deep red in many places due to the massive combat. The day seemed rather dark and dreary due to all the death everywhere.
Thorin Oakenshield had madly commanded his nephews Fili and Kili, along with their relation Dwalin, to accompany him on a foolhardy mission to kill the leader of the orc armies: Azog himself, the very one with whom Thorin was at eternal enmity. Those below the incline noticed their mad dash uphill on goats and trembled, expecting the worst outcome and dreading that they were unable to help the dwarf leader. The brothers looked seriously at each other, fully prepared to help their uncle conquer the evil foe.
Once at the top, the party went on a search for the great white orc. Unfortunately, he had expected something like this to happen and was prepared for the group, staying deep within his dark and ugly caves and capturing Fili as he cautiously searched for him. A goblin held Fili at the edge of the drop, sword point digging into his back. He glanced at his brother, fear showing wildly in his eyes. He was not in pain yet but rather uncomfortable as he tried to prepare for his death. However, Kili had a plan and motioned to his brother, a move only he would recognize. Suddenly, the blonde dwarf pushed back with all his might and flipped over his captors, racing to Thorin’s side. This move, of course, served to anger their foes even more and a great fight ensued. Kili was pushed to one side of the ridge, fighting valiantly with the goblin Bolg, the huge son of Azog and a champion warrior.
Then the lovely elf Tauriel arrived on the scene, frantically searching for her true love and calling his name. She finally spotted his struggles and made her way to him, helping him fight the evil brute and getting injured herself in the process. She crossed swords with the villain and ended up with a scratched face by not evading the blade quickly enough. The goblin pushed her and threw her to the side, breaking some of her ribs. Kili noticed she was down and took over, jumping on their foe’s back. Then, the orc gained the upper hand on Kili and was about to run him through when he quickly rolled aside, the weapon harmlessly scathing the floor. Together, elf and dwarf allied against the foe, pushing him away until he fell, where Legolas took over the fight and conquered the beast.
Completely exhausted and sufficiently wounded, Tauriel painfully crawled to Kili’s side. “Meleth, I am here!”
“Oh Tauriel! I love you so much!” He clasped her hand and promptly passed out, and the elf followed suit. Thranduil approached at the end of the battle and saw her lying there on the ground, covered in blood, some of which was her own, and some was Kili’s as well as the orc’s. He thought at first she was dead, then realized the life still flowed within her veins. Thus he picked her up and brought her to the healers
An hour later, once the huge battle had been completely won, some elves came and gathered the wounded to tents they had set up for healing purposes. Unfortunately, Thorin Oakenshield was so wounded from his own battle against Azog that he survived only a few hours after the battle and was unable to bid his unconscious nephews his last farewell.
Fili had sustained a severe knock on the head which rendered him unconscious not too far from his brother and was also taken by the elves.
Several days later, the brothers finally awoke. They found themselves in a large tent with many others who had also been seriously wounded but were expected to recover. The cloth door remained shut, so the exact location of the tent was unidentifiable at the moment, but they assumed they lay somewhere in the vicinity of Erebor.
Fili woke up first. He opened his eyes slowly and inquired, “Kili, where are you?” for he, a bit unsure where exactly he was, needed someone he knew nearby.
This statement aroused Kili and he answered, “I’m here next to you, but the real question is where exactly are we?”
A nearby elf came over to them. “You are at the bottom of Erebor. This tent has been set aside for some of the wounded, so I and many others have been caring for you.”
“So we aren’t at war with you anymore? Thorin was so rude to you elves. I and my brother thank you profusely for saving our lives; we shall be forever indebted to you for your kindness. Speaking of Thorin, where is he?” Fili replied, forgetting momentarily that he had watched his uncle bravely fight and go down in victory over his foe, and that the elves had rallied with them against the goblins and their friends.
“I’m so sorry!” the elf exclaimed. “Thorin was fatally wounded in the battle and passed on a few days ago. However, the good news is we have won the war.”
The brothers were greatly saddened at the loss of their dear uncle. They looked up to him and knew their mentor would never return, but they could press on and tell his story to their children and grandchildren. He had been a father figure to them for many years, as their own father had been killed in battle along with their grandfather Thror. They fondly recalled their first lessons in swordsmanship and how their uncle helped them pick out the most suitable weapons and taught them their proper use. While their mother, Dís, loved them and did her best to care for them, she appreciated that they had a male figure to whom they could look up and discuss matters which would be rather uncomfortable for her to explain. Thorin was by no means perfect and had many faults, but he loved his family and wanted to see them safe and sound in their own kingdom.

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