Prologue:

Running. They were running over the golden hills. Kili was in the lead. He looked over his shoulder and shot down an orc. He heard the yelp of the warg and picked up his pace. Ori and Nori were ahead of them, throwing rocks. The attack had come out of now where. One second they had been marveling over the stolen swords of the troll's hoard and the next they were being chased by thirty-some orcs and wargs.

Kili heard a scream, and turned around to see Fili, his brother, being dragged to the ground by a heavy black net, and several arrows poking out from his leg. Kili lunch towards his brother, but he was held back by Dwalin.

"There's nothing you can do, Lad." The older dwarf growled.

"No! No Fili!" Kili cried, struggling against Dwalin's strong arms as he was pulled into the cave that the wizard had led them to. They were being chased by Orcs, and in broad daylight! Kili watched helplessly as one of the orcs pulled the net that contain his brother towards him and lifted him onto his warg. He could hear Fili screaming, he could see the blood of his brother trickling onto the yellow grass. The last thing he remembered as Dwalin dragged him under was the terrified face of his brother, blonde hair matted with blood as he was dragged away by filth into the bright light of the day.