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Chapter 1

Kili was not one to wait. He liked to move through the woods in a swift and free manner, not be cooped up in the cave. Thorin had made Kili stay back in the cave they were hiding out in with Bilbo while the other dwarves went to hunt for the path they needed to take. You see, they were lost. After Kili had injured his leg, Thorin would not let him go on their tramp, and Kili could tell he was regretting letting his nephew go on their quest. In his own stern way, Thorin was protecting him.

Kili leaned back and sighed. If he hadn't been so reckless, he would have been at his brother's side, running through the woods, instead he was nursing his wound from the arrow shot by an orc and trying not to think of the sounds he kept hearing. He was grateful that he at least had Bilbo, but the hobbit seemed a bit intimidated.

Of course, his brother didn't leave his side willingly. Fili and Kili were inseparable and always moved as one. Anyone could tell that their uncle favored Fili, though. Fili was the fair haired elder of the two brothers and was the one who always did what he was told. He made wise choices and respected others. Kili on the other hand was dark haired, wild, reckless and free. He was loyal to his uncle and brother, but usually did what he pleased. The two brothers always looked out for each other, and never left their sides. When Kili got injured, Fili tried to stay with him, but Thorin wanted him to help. The two brothers had the sharpest eyes in the pack, and always found what they were looking for. Fili had put up quite a fight and only left when Thorin used his angry voice.

Kili turned around to look at Bilbo. Bilbo was watching him, but immediately turned back to the trinket he was fiddling with when Kili's dark eyes snapped up. Kili leaned over to see what it was but Bilbo had immediately stuck whatever it was in his pocket.

Seeing that Bilbo wasn't in any mood for conversation, Kili turned back to his wound.

As soon as he left, Fili immediately felt bad. How could he have left his little brother in a cave? They had never left each others' sides, but now they were gone. Fili turned to Thorin.

"Uncle. Let me go back with Kili. Please, you all need Bilbo. He can hunt and practically turn invisible when he needs to. Let me tend to my brother." He practically begged Thorin.

Thorin looked at his eldest nephew, the responsible mature one. Every day, Thorin could see the king Fili would become while Kili would be… he didn't know. He grunted.

"Your brother will be fine for a little while. Just keep looking."

Fili sighed. His uncle never cooperated.

Kili slowly drifted off to sleep until a sharp cracking sound awakened him. He bolted up, not minding the pain in his leg. Biblo was knocked out cold, so Kili shook him awake.

"Whazzamatter?" Bilbo grumbled, looking at the young dwarf prince through squinted eyes.

"Ssh," the dwarf scolded. "Hide!" He then hissed, "go deeper into the cave. Someone's coming and its not our party." Kili pushed the half-awake hobbit deeper in and drew his sword out.

It definately wasn't the clunky boots of the dwarves. In fact, a normal dwarf would've mistaken it for rustling leaves, but Kili could hear just about everything.

Bilbo did what he was told as Kili waited.

Then they came.