The battle was over. Thorin was dead. Kili was dead. 

Fili, the lionheart heard the horns blow from Dale as he approached the desolated city. The people of Laketown looked up him with pity. Nobody seemed angry that the dwarves had caused such havoc, nor did anyone seem angry that his Uncle had denied them what was promised to them. They knew that Fili was now to be king, and they all felt sorry for him. This unexpected rise to power after he had lost the two people closest to him. 

But Fili was not there to apologize for the destruction or to seek attention but to return something to Bard the Bowman’s eldest daughter. He saw the family among the crowd and smiled sadly as Sigrid’s and Fili’s eyes met. 

Fili took Sigrid aside and looked up at her. “I am sorry I left so suddenly, without saying farewell.” He began. “I wanted to return this to you.”

In the dwarf’s hand was an old shall that Sigrid had given him to keep warm the night the company spent at their house. “I thought of you often while wearing this. During the battle, I wore it under my armor.”

{ ladyoflionheart }