A/N: Hey guys, this is my very first fanfiction. Please leave a review, especially if you want another chapter! Prompts for next chapter(s) are very welcomed, too, if you like it. I'm doing this for my English class, as we're doing short stories (minimum of 5 pages and a maximum of 10) and I'm now in a writer's block. Enjoy! (Please don't be too brutal in reviews, if it's even reviewed.)

I own NOTHING of "The Hobbit"

"I'll take these two," a very tall, dark haired Man grunted as he grabbed the chains binding my brother and my hands together and tugged us off. I tried to slip my hand closest to my brother's free of the links around my wrist, but even an Orc's strength couldn't break the chains. The two of us were thrown into a large covered wagon containing several other new slaves in the trade, and we were on our way to who-knows where.

Let's start with an introduction; I am Fili, older brother of Kili, nephew of Thorin, and heir to the Kingdom of Erebor. I am a Dwarf, if you didn't put that together. What's happening? My brother, Uncle, eleven other Dwarves, a Hobbit, a wizard, and I are off on a journey to reclaim Erebor from the dragon, Smaug, who stole the kingdom from us (of course, that was sixty years ago. My brother and I were only children.) While we were heading through an area that was lived in by many Men, Kili and I were on watch looking after the ponies. Bofur was on guard in the camp. However, the two of us fell asleep in the night like we usually end up doing; but of course, we were snagged while we were asleep. By who, we didn't know until the sacks were taken off our heads. It turned out we were grabbed by Men, some of whom take dwarves as slaves and sell them all over Middle-Earth. My brother and I are now two of the many masses of enslaved Dwarves.

"Funny, we went from being hunted by orcs, to safe but enslaved, isn't it?" I laughed glumly to my brother in an attempt to cheer him up a little. He only replied with a half-hearted grin.

"Sounds like fun," an older dwarf to my left 'enthusiastically' said. "Looks like we'll be stuck together for a while; my name's Glangen. I used to live in the Blue Mountains, as a blacksmith, but I've been shipped around for quite awhile now. Who're you?"

"Fili and Kili," I said as I pointed to myself and my brother, who was linked to my right hand. He started to add 'Nephews of Thorin', but I elbowed him hard enough in the stomach before he could finish.

"I feel like I've heard those names before..."

Kili gulped.

"Probably just making it up."

I held back a sigh of relief. "They're pretty common names where we come from," Kili lied for good measure.

"Don't sound like common names, but-" Glangen was cut off as we hit a bump in the road, which jarred us all loose from the benches that were obviously meant for Men, not Dwarves, as we're half the height. We all grunted as we hit the floor.

It was quite a long time, maybe six hours, before we arrived wherever it was we were taken (sitting on the floor for a majority of the ride, mind you.) I still thought then that we would be able to make a break for it when the cart stopped. Kili and I both shot up and knocked down the two Men who started to unload the slaves. Unfortunately for us, we didn't notice the three Men with rifles pointed at our heads before that. We were knocked down, hard, to the ground. I could hear Kili say, "For Durin's sake, I hope Thorin finds us soon," before we were knocked unconscious.