Wrong Kind of Tomorrow

Dís was robbed. Of the Quest, of Erebor, of her home.
“Stay with Kíli,” said Thorin. “He needs you.”
Of course she would stay with Kíli! But Kíli was supposed to go on, not to be left behind!
Yesterday they celebrated. Bofur got so drunk he completely disappeared under the table… falling asleep, according to the sound of snoring.
Yesterday everything seemed promising.
Yesterday they told each other: “Tomorrow we will celebrate in the halls of Erebor!”
That was yesterday.
Tomorrow… she will sit here and watch how her son fights for life.
She didn’t want that kind of tomorrow.