Tolkien played god. With sand and water he made life; built not a castle but a world. Middle Earth wasn't his playground, it was his child. And I'm changing things. A passerby, a visitor, intruder; a tourist, however foul the word, I wander Tolkien's elysium and leave my own footprints, stirring the sand. Tolkien might have been a god, but I am far from it.

By a wretched twist of fate, the Company's quest ends with only one fallen warrior. 12 mourning dwarves surround Kili's grave, some sharing words of grief, others standing silently amid the candlelight. At the nights end Fili and Thorin share confrontational confessions and Fili spends the night saying his last goodbye. This is a one-shot AU short story of Kili's funeral.

The school stories of James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, and Lilly Potter. All comments and reviews are highly encouraged! I really hope you enjoy! - Katerina Rose