A/N: My very first attempt in writing a fanfic of The Hobbit. This is my interpretation of this particular scene of the movie-verse, The Hobbit: DoS. Of course, I added things here and there, trying to fill out a gap I thought existed. Did some research, though some I also made up. I've never heard of the Hobbit until the film came out so no flames please. This is also non-cannon due to my additions. For now, it remains a one-shot. As much as I would love to continue this and see where it would go, I have other priorities that I've delayed for too long.

Disclaimer:

I don't own The Hobbit (book/films). It is the property of J. R. R. Tolkien, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. What I do own though is my imagination and my non-cannon additions. All characters belong to J. R. R. Tolkien and or Peter Jackson and Co., unless of course, I decide to introduce a product of mine in the later future.

Captured in Mirkwood

Kill had fallen behind the company. Spiders more giant than he is were everywhere! It was never ending. Suddenly, one caught him by the foot and he lost balance, "Ahh!" dragged who knows where he went!

"Kíli!" his brother, Fíli, screamed. Help me sweet brother o' mine. But his brother wasn't fast enough. He tried kicking the blasted creature off him but to no avail. I can't die now. Not by spiders.

And then she came. Flying through tree branches ever so swiftly.

He had seen no one like her ever before. She is grace and precise all at once, her targets never once a miss. Her wild hair, so auburn that any dwarf would be a fool not to fall for it, flew like river against the breeze. She killed two spiders before shooting an arrow to the one that held him captive. He had never seen anything more so beautiful. The thrill on her face reflected her immense satisfaction in the act. But she is an elf, his mind seemed to whisper. Enchanted, thoughts failed him; drowned by the drumming of his beating heart. From sudden pure adrenaline or the presence of the lady elf in front of him he did not know. It must be the spiders. There was no reason for him to feel exhilarated from the presence of a tree-hugger. This is just from a close brush with death, nothing more. Yet time had stopped, it seemed. But then a scurry from behind him, and his stomach turned to knots. He looked back only to find that she was, at the moment, occupied. Desperation ruled over and he spoke. To an elf. "Throw me a dagger!" He would have pouted had it not been the life or death situation. The red-haired she-elf did not even pay him a glance after his warning. He did a double take, "Quick!"

"If you think I'm giving you a weapon dwarf, you're mistaken!" Her voice fell like music to his ears and he lost sense. His focus tuned to no one but her.

She finished that creature which was taking her time, then threw her dagger directly to the spider behind him.

His eyes widened, unsurprised that it had hit its mark: right at the eye. Mahal! She 'ad slain five spiders in total! Still frozen, he shivered. That was too close!

He stared at her flushed face. Her breathing slowly becoming controlled once more eased his nerves. A smirk etched her lips as she observed her masterpiece, but then her eyes befell on his and the pretty smirk was no more. Instead, her right eyebrow rose and she threw him a look of confusion.

"Search them!" ordered a voice from afar.

The lady elf abruptly turned towards it, their moment shattered. What nonsense is this Kíli? He looked down in shame.

"Do situate yourself among your kin, dwarf." There was a tone of disgust in her voice, yet it seemed a bit too forced. Odd, he mused.

He looked back up at her, mouth struggling to open into an "o?". Her back was facing him and Kíli couldn't help it: he admired that too. Her stance, so rigid and defensive: I cannot win over her! he realized. He grumbled to cover his thoughts and started moving. The moment he made a step, she craned her neck to look over him. It was his turn to raise his brow for she stood there expectantly.

The minute he closed the gap between them, she touched his hands and forcefully held them behind his back that he couldn't help but stagger and lose balance from the action. He tried to suppress a gasp from the mad fluttering of his poor young heart.

"Easy there Nogoth." She sounded melodically harsh. What a fine tongue this she-elf has! Uhh, better shut it Kíli!

"Umph! I cannot when I have not been provided a choice Khulm," he bit back and what a feat that was! It seemed to catch her off guard for she loosened her hold a little, and it remained that way. "Thanks," he mumbled only to receive silence. Now you are really in trouble! You just taught an elf Khuzdul! It was unintentional, and he hoped that the lass would keep this implication all to herself. Finally, finally, they were close enough to the company so that he could distinguish what was being said.

Gloin was evidently affronted, "Aey, give it back! That's private!"

"Who is this? Your brother?"

Kíli was not blind to beauty and strength when he saw them so he got to admit: both resonated from this haughty blond elf. Yet he does not compare to the red-haired beauty he just met! Oi, I must be turning mad - where are all these thoughts coming from? He tried to regain his senses while shaking his head. I bet uncle would cut my head off if he finds out. This won't do. Definitely not.

"That is my wife!" exclaimed Gloin.

"And what is this horrid creature? A Goblin Mutant?"

He stifled a laugh from the comment. Oh if you only knew what we think of you, Dizhat-turg. Oh wait, Menu shirumund! That was the last straw, he couldn't stop the snort that begged to be released. Still, he remained ignored; at least, he hoped so.

"That's my wee lad, Gimli!"

His - what is her name? - lady elf nodded to another elf, who quickly straightened himself. "Hest!" Or herself? Kíli snorted once more and the outburst finally caused the two Khalam to look at him.

The red-haired maiden spoke syllabically to her fellow guard, "Tiro est!"

Kíli almost purred, but then this new guard of his grabbed his hands harsher than the pretty lass did and he yelped.

His brother noticed. "Watch it she-elf!" yelled Fíli. His new guard looked insulted. Ahh, a male Khulm then. Oh brother, I wish I can share this joke with you! Kíli flashed a victorious smile to the she-looking he-elf and then scanned the situation they got themselves into. They were completely surrounded by elves. No escape this time. He soon frowned. Where was Bilbo?

"Gyrth in yngyl bain?" The blond elf talked to the Hest.

What does that mean? he wondered.

"Ennorner gwanod in yngyl nan yr(y)n. E(n)gain nar," replied the Hest.

Graveness was evident in her voice and Kíli could not help but be swayed. Whatever the problem was, he promised that he would help her overcome it with her permission.

"Psst, Khâzash!" He flipped his head towards Fíli. Are you ok? mouthed his brother.

Kíli gave him his very own smirk. I've experienced worse, it implied.

"Echannen i vegil hen vin Gondolin. Magannen nan Gelydh," the blond elf investigated his uncle's weapon with adoration on his face. Then the distrust, "Where did you get this?"

His uncle lied, "It was given to me." And Kíli was momentarily shaken by his uncle bravery.

The elf detected it nonetheless, "Not just a thief, but a liar as well."

Kíli tried to rush towards his amadnadad, but was held back. He desperately watched as the bloody elf pointed the Orcrist at his uncle's neck.

"Enwenno hain!" boomed the blond elf and Kíli sighed in relief when the sword was withdrawn. In fact, he was so distracted that he failed to realize that the auburn-haired elf was holding him captive once more. He turned his head up so that he could give his best seething look at the guard but all he could do was blink after being gifted of the mere sight of her pretty face. He knew she noticed from the evident twitch of her jaw. And that slight smirk! He meekly looked back down. I will not be bested by an elf. He knew he had to think of a come back. I will show her.

The trek to the Halls of the Woodland Elves was silent. Kíli failed to admire the scene before him because he was too occupied at trying to come up with a piercing insult to his captor.

"Holo in ennyn!" ordered the oh so mighty Khulm.

Bilbo is still missing. He wanted to look around but was afraid that the elves would notice and realized that this was not their whole party. Besides, it seemed that Kíli's luck temporarily left him from the assignment to him of a very observant captor. Oh Mahal!

Kíli was the tallest dwarf among the company. In fact, he may actually be the tallest dwarf in Middle Earth. On average, his kin would reach about four to five feet by the age of 40. Kíli was 77 years old, and was almost 6 feet tall! Maybe it was because of the fact that though dwarves are known to have longer upper halves, those of Kíli were equal in proportion. In addition to this defect, he did not really have a full beard like an average dwarf - 'twas barely a stubble. His shoulders were less broader, classifying them closer towards lean shoulders. To top it all of, Kíli certainly excelled at handling weapons not familiar to his kin: bow and arrow. Before the journey, he was on the receiving end of numerous insults, no matter how playful it sounded. He was often teased to be an elf in a dwarfish body. No dwarrowdam would ever look at him. They preferred his older brother more though he could not - would never - blame him. Fíli was after all, to his opinion, the better looking brother out of them two. His golden locks was a treasure to the lassies. Oh brother o' mine. How them and I love you so. Thus, Kíli had always ignored the insults. After all, his family did not mind so why would he? He had never in his dwarfish life ever wished to be someone else.

The dungeon was huge, yet Kíli did not really see a prisoner so far. And he had crossed somewhere in the double digits assuming he had counted right. Because he was last, he saw how the others were shoved roughly into their cells. Another weapon was snatched from Fíli's breast pocket. His brother grunted. Next time brother!

Just then, an idea came to mind to which he believed he had finally gotten it! He was sure he would win this time around. He'll catch the elf speechless, and he - I - would get the last word. He entered his cell out of his will, for the she-elf was being kind. He almost regretted what he was going to say, but he would not experience the thrill if he backed down now. Take this! He turned to her, slightly looking up. She was only a head taller than he was and he presumed she was shorter than the average height of her kind. Looks certainly are deceiving. Had he not seen her fight earlier, he would not think that this elf could kill. It would be foolish to fight her, yet if there was a perfect word to describe Kíli, it would be reckless. I don't care about crossing her. What's the worse than can happen? So he said, "Aren't you going to search me? I could have anything down my trousers." He smirked.

She frowned at first. Aha! Finally caught you! But the mirth in his eyes must have shown, for she retaliated. "Or nothing," she gave him her own smile. This was not supposed to happen. No, no, no! She closed his cell's door, never once backing down from his stare. And then her eyes, so green like the forest, actually challenged him as she let out a very soft snort. That was it! Oh Mahal! I am falling…falling for an elf! It cannot be. A clueless elf! Did she even know what she was doing?

He tried to catch more of her as she darted away. Becoming weak, he leaned against the columns of his cell and breathed.

"I Nogoth… amman e tîr gi(n)? Tauriel?" It was the blond-haired dwarf.

Tauriel. Is that her name?

"Ú-dangada?" She became mad all of a sudden, as if implying 'What business is it of yours?' Then her voice turned honey, "E orchal be Nogot." She breathed and looked down, then abruptly looked back up, "pedithig?" As if caught saying something shameful, she briskly walked away.

Kíli could only observed and create assumptions from the tone of her voice and the actions of her head for again, her back was facing him. Sufficed to say: he was confused. I don't care. At least now I know her name.

"Orchal eb vui… mal uvanui en."

Ouch. Kíli had been a target of that tone many many times. He knew it all too well. 'Tis No matter. He did not understand the elf and therefore cannot truly accept the insult purposely aimed towards him. Besides, something good came out of that conversation: Tauriel.

Glossary:

Sindarin…

Nogoth = Dwarf

Hest = Captain

Tiro est! = Watch him! (unsure about this one)

Gyrth in yngyl bain? = Are the spiders dead?

Ennorner gwanod in yngyl nan yr(y)n. E(n)gain nar = Yes but more will come. They are growing bolder.

Echannen i vegil hen vin Gondolin. Magannen nan Gelydh = This is an ancient elvish blade, forged by my kin.

Enwenno hain! = Take them!

Holo in ennyn! = Close the gate!

I Nogoth… amman e tîr gi(n)? Tauriel? = Why does the dwarf stare at you, Tauriel? Ú-dangada? E orchal be Nogoth… …pedithig. = Who can say? He is quite tall for a dwarf? Don't you think?

Orchal eb vui… mal uvanui en. = Taller than some, but no less ugly.

I would like to give credit to this: www . elendilion . pl/ 2013/ 12/ 22/ g-i-p-report-complete-sindarin-dialogs-from-the-hobbit-the-desolation-of-smaug/ (remove spaces)

Khuzdul…

Khulm/Khalam = Elf/Elves

Dizhat-turg…Menu shirumund! = Someone with an unkempt beard…You are beardless!

Khâzash = brother

Amadnadad = Brother of mother aka Uncle