The hobbit's eyes slowly fluttered open and she tilted her head to her side. She blinked a few times before her vision completely came back to see Oin at her side. " Oin? W-where am I?" Freya asked confused as her fingers went to caress her forehead when she pulled it back from the shot of pain she felt coming from her head wound and then it all came back to her. She panicked, trying to get up but the older dwarf gently held her down.

"Lass, you're alright. Your back in the mountain." Oin explained. He removed his hands off of her when he felt she had relaxed and he took her arm that had been clawed by the white warg. The medic began binding her arm, so it wouldn't become infected. Freya's mind was going frantic. Where was her cousin? Where was Kili? Had he survived?

"W-where is Bilbo? Is he alright?" she cried.

"Freya, you're cousin is fine. He's with Balin and Dwalin helping the others bring in the injured." Oin stated, as he finished binding her arm.

"And Kili? Is he alright?" the woman dared to ask. The dwarf stopped what he was doing and looked the hobbit with sad eyes and she didn't want to believe it.

"I'm afraid not...He didn't make it. He was killed protecting a she-elf." Oin glumly spoke and a few tears rolled down her face. It was painful enough that Thorin sacrificed himself to protect her and his people but to learn that both brothers were now gone forever hurt her more then she could bare.

"I want to see Thorin." Freya demanded through her tear filled eyes, getting off the bed.

"Lass, I don't think that would be good idea right now." Oin pressed, not letting her by him.

"No, I have to see him now!" She yelled in frustration, and she fell on her knees to the ground, covering her face in her hands.The elder dwarf pulled the young woman back up and sat her back on the bed and crouched down in front of her.

"Freya, I think it would be best you stay here for now. And I think it's time we talk about you." Oin continued and she looked up at him, slightly confused.

"What are you talking about Oin?" She questioned.

" Lass, I might be old and deaf but I'm not blind. In the last few weeks I've noticed the lack of food you haven't been eating, the tiredness in your eyes. Finding you unconscious...Fili and Kili had come to me last week, expressing their concerns that you had been getting sick."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I am saying. That you are with child lass. I wasn't sure at first, but now I am. You are carrying the next heir to this kingdom." The dwarf stated. Freya's eyes widen in surprise. How could she have been so ignorant of these signs. Her hand went to her stomach and she felt her lips twitch into a small smile but it slowly faded. How could she be a mother without her child's father by her side. What would she tell her son or daughter, when they wondered where their father was? " Freya, we should inform the others. They will be overjoyed to learn that the line of Durin hasn't ended." Oin stated. The woman was in deep thought about a lot things and she looked up to see the dwarf heading towards the doors.

"Oin stop!" Freya cried. The medic turned around and looked at her. " Please don't tell them. Not yet." she pleaded.

"Freya. I know you're scared lass, but you are not alone here. We are all here for you." Oin pressed.

"Oin...I'm not sure if I'll be staying here." Freya admitted, looking at the medic with sad eyes. " I need to get some air." Freya walked passed Oin and left the room, leaving Oin in deep thought. The woman walked down the hall and saw at least a dozen dwarves, coming in and out of the mountain bringing in the injured. Freya still hadn't seen her cousin and she wondered when he would be returning.

The woman walked outside. The dwarves had build a makeshift bridge, where the walkway had been crushed by giant statue. She narrowed her eyes when she saw the most unlikely person she thought would show up here. Bard the bowman. "What bring's you here?" Freya asked the man.

" I came to return this." Bard said as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the arkenstone. " I'm sorry for your loss. Thorin would have wanted you to have it." the bowman said, looking at with sad eyes. Knowing the pain she must be in, losing someone you love. Freya hesitantly took the stone from the man. Remember all the trouble the dwarf king had gone through just to find it. But she also knew that Thorin found the will to overcome the power of the Arkenstone and because of him. His family curse was forever broken. The woman closed her hand around the stone, and held her tears back, trying to remain strong and the bowman left.

"Freya?" Bilbo's voice called to her as he came walking across the bridge. The woman looked up and dashed over to her cousin and hugged him.Glad she didn't lose everyone on this tragic day. " Freya why was Bard here?" Bilbo asked, looking at his little cousin.

" He...um came to return this back." She stated, opening her hand to reveal the kings jewel. Bilbo looked down at her hand and then back at the young woman.

"What are you going to do with it?" Bilbo wondered.

"I'm gonna put it where it belongs." She stated, wiping the few tears away, and gave a small smile to her cousin. The two of them walked back into the mountain and saw Dain's army making their way down the hall and then Balin came over to them.

" It's time you two. Everyone's heading down to the burial chamber." Balin explained, trying not to cry in front of them, not wanting to believe the three of them were really gone but a few tears managed to escape and he quickly brush them away. The two hobbit's followed the rest of the dwarves with Balin. What was left of the company followed behind them. The soldiers lined up along the stairs, the odd dwarf holding torches, as the company, Freya, Bilbo, Gandalf, Radagast and Beorn continued down the stairs were two giant dwarf statues stood and three stone tables laid in the middle. The bodies of Fili and Kili were on the outside tables, while Thorin's was in the middle.

The company began to walk around the tables, mourning their losses and saying their goodbyes silently. Freya stood at the entrance, starring at the middle table. Goodbyes were hard for her. The last person she ever said goodbye to was her mother, who had been very sick and died when she was in her tweens. The woman took a deep breath and walked forward, thinking she would see them covered in blood, but as she got closer, she saw that the blood had been cleaned off, if anything they looked like they were at peace. Freya soon made her way over to Fili. Seeing him being held in the air like that, not having a chance to escape and his life had been ended so quickly. The woman was now standing at Thorin's table. The tears came silently down her face, she stepped closer and took out the stone, she could barely reach Thorin's hand to place the arkenstone, when she felt someone take the stone from her. The hobbit looked to her side to see it was Dwalin and he placed it in both of Thorin's hands. He looked down at the woman cracked a small smile at her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He was never good at comforting people in the saddest of circumstances. Freya glanced to her side and saw her cousin wasn't doing so well and he finally had to step away from the tables. The company lined up to face Dain and his army that had gathered along the walls of where passed kings had been laid to rest and they all fell silent.

"The King is dead!" Gandalf announced, Balin stepped forward, pulling out his sword and holding it up high.

"Long live the King!" Balin proclaimed. The rest of the dwarves held out their weapons and shouted out.

"Long live the King!" Dain bowed his head. He was dressed in robes and wore a crown on his head. The dwarves made their way back up the stairs. They were talking about the grand feast they were to have in honor of Thorin, Fili and Kili and for the others they had lost.

Freya was slowly making her way back up when she stopped and turned around to look down at the line of Durin.

"Freya? Are you coming?" Bilbo's voice broke behind her, pulling her from her deep thoughts.

"Y-yes, I'm right behind you Bilbo." She replied. She heard the hobbit continue on his way and she finally turned away and climbed up the stairs. Bilbo had expressed that he did not want to stay for the feast. He felt it was best if they began the long journey home. Freya also had a decision to make. Was she going to stay? Or was she to return back home to the Shire?

The woman was walking down the hall when she saw Dain approaching her. " You must be the young lass, Freya my cousin had spoken of." Dain presumed.

"Yes, my lord." She replied, bowing to him.

"Please, that is not necessary, lass. Come take a walk me." He offered. The two of them slowly walked down the hall until they were alone. " Freya, Thorin didn't tell me much about you, during our time on the battlefield, but I know he loved you very much. " Freya, swallowed hearing his name, her eyes not leaving the dwarf's as he continued to speak. " Thorin...asked me to give this back to you." Dain continued, pulling something out of his pocket. Freya's eyes looked down at the dwarf's hand to see it was the necklace Thorin had given her. He place it in her hand. She clutched the necklace and held it against her heart. " Lass, do not blame yourself, for what has past."

"To late..." she whispered to him. " I should have gotten to him sooner. He would still be alive right now."

"Freya, do not do this to yourself. This wasn't your fault. Thorin would not want you to live your life blaming yourself. He died to protect you, to give his people, their home back. You and your cousin are always welcomed to stay in Erebor, if you chose so. If I know my cousin, he would want you to be happy. I'm afraid I must go, I hope to see you and Bilbo at the feast." The king stated, before giving her a comforting hand on her shoulder, and went on his way, leaving Freya with a difficult decision to make.