"Go! Now...before I kill you!" Were the last words Thorin spoke to his friend, before he left. He stood there for a few moments longer; before making his way else-where.

Thorin felt like his mind was spinning..and soon he found himself in the room where they tried to kill Smaug, with hot molten Gold. It was all dried up...most of the floor, shiny gold. [i]'You sit with a crown upon your head...you are lesser now then you've ever been.' [/i]Words, memories swam inside of his mind.

[i]'Treasure worth as this, cannot be counted lives lost..'
'A sickness lies upon that treasure.'
'This Gold is ours..and ours alone.'
'Where were you, when I needed you?'
'You're not well...it was for your own good!'[/i] As Thorin walked around the Golden floor..he looked spaced out. Almost hallucinating. [i]'I will not part...with any of this.''He cannot see beyond his own desire.'[/i]
[i]'A sickness that drove his Grand-father mad.'[/i] It felt like his world began to spin, turn, churn, collapse around him and that he was beginning to drown in the golden floor...that was still. But to him, it was eating him alive...the sickness was eating..drowning him...driving him crazy. Images of Smaug came back to haunt him...even Bilbo's words, and his own inner voice. [i]'You have changed Thorin. 'I'am not my Grand-father!'[/i][i] 'Is this treasure, really worth more than your honor?' 'I'am not my Grand-father!'[/i] But he was..he was on the same path of maddness.
[i]'This treasure will be your death.'[/i]

As he finally snapped out of the Hallucinations...he took of his crown and tossed it onto the floor. It felt like he could breathe; like he was free and himself again.

"Now comes their end. Prepare for the final Assault!" Azog commanded.

Kili had not moved from his spot for ages...when he saw his uncle approaching. Somewhat slowly...Kili stood up fast..the same look in his eyes, that had not left since he sat down. "I will not hide, behind a wall of stone. Whilst others, fight our battles for us!" Kili yelled out. As his uncle approached him. "It is not in my blood, Thorin." he shook his head; tears welled up in his eyes of frustration.

"No...It is not. We are Sons of Durin. And Durin's folk do not flee from a fight." Kili teared up; it seemed like his uncle was back. Thorin touched his forehead to Kili's..patting his back softly. "I know, I have no right to ask this of any of you. But will you follow me...one last time?" Thorin asked looking at everyone.