Title: Lost in the Woods
Summary: The origins of Kili's bow; and an exploration of Legolas's and Kili's relationship! I'm so good with titles…(sarcasm is lost online)
Characters: Kíli, Legolas, Fíli, Thorin, Dís, more elveses and dwarveses.
Rating: PG
Warnings: maybe just explosion of brains at Kíli's cuteness… allusions to slash… Kíli/Legolas. A Little AU from the HOBBIT.
I've learnt that dwarrows/dwarrow is the term Tolkien used to describe a group of dwarves, so I'll be using that word- or at least trying to remember to use that word
Chapter 1
The little dwarfling wiped the tears from his eyes, pushing his way through bushes and shrubs that blocked his path. The tears continued to stream down his beardless face as he tripped over a root landing face first in a muddy puddle before him. The dwarfling pulled him self up letting wail out as he looked around helplessly.
He had no idea where he was.
He had no idea where is uncle was.
He had no idea where his big brother was, and all he wanted was to be in his mother's warm embrace.
Kíli, son of Dís was lost in a forest, as the sun began to set on any hope he had of his uncle finding him before darkness fell. The dwarfling pulled himself to his feet, running his sleeve across his muddy face. He continued to wander through the forests, stumbling and brushing past branches.
"Uncle! Fíli!" Kíli screeched, sobbing angrily. "Where are you!? I wanna go home!"
Kíli spun around several times, his eyes widened and he swallowed down his fear. He stumbled backwards, his eyes on the two orcs eyeing him hungrily. The boy tripped over the same root, falling flat on his backside as one of the orcs started to cackle. Kíli screamed as the second orc grabbed him by a fistful of hair pulling him back up to his feet.
"Hello, laddy," the cackling orc smirked, "Are you hungry? I am, why don't you come and join as for dinner?"
"Why don't you kiss my backside?" Kíli replied, his voice breaking slightly.
"Let's get your little friend back to the maggots," the other orc started laughing as the hideous creature that held him looked at him startled.
"Lemme go! Lemme go! I'm gonna tell my uncle!" Kíli cried, smacking the orc several times across the knees. "I'm gonna tell my big brother!"
"Yeah! I'm gonna tell my big brother!" the orc growled, smacking the dwarfling back across the cheek. Kíli let out a pained sob as the other orc snorted in amusement.
Kíli released a panicked cry as he was picked off the ground and thrown over the orc's shoulder haphazardly.
"Really Gluck? Arguing with a baby?" he snorted, "Let's go, I'm hungry."
Unbeknownst to the orcs, they were being shadowed by another group of travellers who had heard Kíli's screeching and cries.
"YOU LOST MY SON!?" Dís roared angrily. Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur and Nori shrunk back as Fíli hid behind his uncle. "AND YOU LEFT HIM BEHIND!? WHO KNOWS WHERE HE IS!? IF HE IS OKAY!? WHAT WHERE YOU FOUR MORONS DOING!?"
"We'll find him," Dwalin said, gruffly and quickly(even the mighty Dwalin fear the wrath of Thorin's mightier sister.) "We're heading back out right now!"
"I'm coming with you," Dís said.
"No, it's too dangerous!" Thorin said firmly. He stepped back slightly as his sister glared him down. "Ahem- uh, I'll get your coat…"
"I'm just saying that Prince Legolas is a greatest archer there is," Saelbeth said, grinning at Rumil who glared back at him.
"Haldir has many more years of experience," Rumil said, "I guarantee you he will win the contest!"
"Please, Glorfindel has the contest in the bag!" Elladan scoffed, "We may as well hand him the medallion now!"
"Exactly! He slayed a balrog!" Elrohir said brightly
"Didn't he die slaying that balrog?" Saelbeth asked. Haldir, Orophin and Tauriel froze to stare at the youngest elf in their company as Legolas stumbled into him surprise.
"Saelbeth!"
"What? Is it not the truth?"
"Where did you find this guy?" Elladan asked the prince of Mirkwood.
"Adar found him," Legolas sighed, "Come, darkness is upon us, the sun is setting, we should find a place to make camp."
"There was a nice place a few leagues back," Saelbeth offered.
"We are not walking back," Legolas said, firmly. "There is a small cave we past days before. We can rest in for the night, it is about an hour's walk from here."
"Well, we may as well gather some wood," Rumil said to his slightly older brother.
"You can gather the wood," Orophin said, raising his arm that was wrapped and bandaged in a sling. "No thanks to you, I can not carry anything!"
"Oh it was an accident," Rumil grunted, as he picked up several large branches. His brother was rather miffed he couldn't compete in the contest. "It is not like you would have beaten me anyway in the archery contest, gwador."
Orophin glared at his brother shaking his head.
"I'm sure Saelbeth can help you, Rumil," Tauriel said, pushing the younger blond to the 'Lorien elf. "Make yourself useful."
"Here hold this," Saelbeth said, as he handed the red-haired she-elf a few branches. Tauriel stared at the branches in her arms and shook her head at the young elf. "And these too."
"Astounding," Haldir shook his head at his antics. He thought his youngest brother was brash and stupid but this elfling (in comparison to Haldir he was an elfling) was unusual!
"I cannot pick any up if my hands are full!" Saelbeth complained as Tauriel forced them back into his arms with a glare. Legolas smirked at his younger servant, shaking his slightly. He slunk a hand around younger elf's arm, pulling him along.
"Come along," Legolas smiled, "Lest you get lost in these woods."
Saelbeth nodded, "I still don't understand why you wanted me to come along."
"Adar insisted," Legolas shrugged. Tauriel muttered something under her breath that sounded strangely like 'Even the King needed a break!'
"Shhh!" Haldir hissed quietly, his ears picked up a sound over the laughter of his peers. "I hear a sound-"
"That is what you usually hear with one's ears," Elrohir replied.
"Hush!" Haldir growled. "There it is again…"
"It sounds like a child," Legolas muttered, "Orophin, lead Rumil and Saelbeth to the cave. It lies to the west. We will seek out the child and meet you there."
"Aye sire," Orophin nodded, grumbling under his breath about his useless arm as he forced his younger brother along.
"What have I said about calling me sire!? Go on," Legolas pushed Saelbeth forward, "Keep up with them and stay out of trouble!"
Legolas waited for a moment as the three other blondes disappeared down the track before he followed his comrades towards the voice. The voice belonged to a dark haired child, covered in mud in the arms of two filthier orcs.
"Tis a dwarfling," Elladan whispered quietly as Tauriel and Haldir aimed an arrow each at the orcs. Legolas raised a hand shaking his head. The arrows were lowered slightly as Legolas listened in on the conversation.
"There is a pack," Legolas said softly, "We will follow them."
"The child!?" Elladan asked, "We cannot risk him!"
"He will be fine," Legolas replied, "We will not allow any harm to befall him."
Elladan glared at the general vicinity of the orcs but followed the prince's instruction. He trusted Legolas's judgement. They followed them swiftly and silently and it was not long before the five elves decimated the large pack of orcs.
There was six orcs to one elf; the odds were unfair.
For the orcs.
The elves made quick work of the orcs.
One orc remained however and he held the child closely, a knife digging into his neck. The boy bit his lip refusing to cry out, his eyes sought out each of the elves pleadingly.
"Let the boy go!" Elladan hissed, sword at the ready.
"And we may just let you live!" Elrohir growled, both he, Haldir and Tauriel aimed their arrows at the orc's head.
"Filthy elves! Put your thingy down and I might not kill the little brat," the orc hissed, glaring at the pure beings. Kíli squirmed in the orc's arms, refusing to make it easy for the orc. He stepped on the orc's toes several times and even tried to bite the creature but the moment his mouth came in contact with the filthy skin he shuddered in disgust. "Keep still, you little runt!"
"Lemme go, you big stupid!" Kíli screeched, "Otherwise you'll be sorry! My uncle will-ow-ow-ow!"
"Shut up!" the orc tightened the knife against his throat, pulling down on the boy's hair. The orc dragged the child closer towards the foliage away from the elves unaware he was walking into the direct line of fire of Legolas's arrow. The orc let out a gurgled gasp dropping the knife as he reached blindly at the arrow lodged between his shoulders. Kíli stumbled forward, dropping to his knees before he pulled himself up, turned and kicked the struggling, dying orc in the head.
The elves lowered their weapons and eyed the child in slight amusement as he quickly stumbled away from the dying orc, turning to see his saviour. Legolas lowered his weapon and smiled at the child.
"You are safe now, pen-neth," Legolas smiled, he walked closer to the little dwarfling and knelt before him. Kíli stared at him blankly for a moment as Legolas reached out to him. "Are you okay?"
"Don't touch me!" Kíli cried. Legolas's blue eyes widened at the child's outburst. "You- You stupid pointy-eared elf!"
Elladan and Elrohir started to laugh as Haldir moved towards Legolas who eyed the dwarf with wide eyes, who were now glaring daggers back at him. The eldest of the elves placed a hand on the prince's shoulder and smiled weakly at him, before he turned his attention to the child.
"Are you hungry, pen-neth?" Haldir asked, "I'm sure my brother is cooking up something rather tasty."
"I don't want rabbit food," Kíli said sharply, stumbling back away from the group surrounding him. His lower lip quivered, "I want my mama."
"You do not need to eat, if you are not hungry," Legolas said, gently. "But we will not leave you here on your own. You will come with us, and tomorrow morning we will take you back to your mother."
Kíli paused, thoughtfully looking around. It was dark, cold and he was alone and lost, "fine, but I wont eat any rabbit food!"
"That's fine," Legolas said, holding out his hand. Kíli slapped it away and walked away, leading the elves on. "Adar was not joking when he said dwarrows were born stubborn."
"What is your name, pen-neth?" Tauriel asked as she walked side-by-side with the dwarfling.
"Goaway," Kíli muttered.
"Goway?" Tauriel repeated, "that is an interesting name."
"Well, Goway, it is a pleasure meeting you," Elrohir smiled.
"My name isn't goway!" Kíli said angrily. "It's Kíli… why are there two of you?"
The dwarfling stared at the two elves that were identical in every manner but their personalities. The two brothers smiled at the dwarfling.
"We are brothers," they responded as one, "Twins to be exact. We were born on the same day."
"I hate when they do that," Haldir murmured to Tauriel who nodded in agreement.
"Oh," the dwarfling yawned slightly, his movements slowing down.
"Are you getting tired, pen-neth?" Legolas asked.
"No! I'm fine," Kíli yawned again as his movements sped up in a clumsy manner. He refused to show even a spot of weakness before the elves. "Just sleepy."
"Would you like one of us to carry you?" Legolas offered.
"No! I'm not a baby," Kíli said, undignified. "I wont sleep until my uncle finds me."
"You are quite safe with us," Legolas said gently. "You can trust us."
"My uncle Glóin said 'never trust an elf!'" Kíli grumbled.
Legolas let out an exasperated sigh, "Aiya! I now understand my father's dislike of these people. They are impossible!"
"How far are we?" Haldir wondered, "The child's swaying on his feet."
"You have to admit, he is adorable," Elladan smirked as Legolas pulled the protesting child into his arms.
"Put me down!"
"That is enough! I will put you down once we reach our camp," Legolas scolded, firmly. "You are slowing us down, and I would like to get back before Elrohir eats us. I can hear his stomach from here!"
"I'm not slowing us down," Kíli pouted, sniffing slightly, resigning to his fate of being carried by a pointy-eared elf
"That's not me!" Elrohir muttered from the back of the line as his stomach grumbled. Tauriel rolled her eyes.
"I want my mama," Kíli whimpered wiping away at a stray tear. Legolas held him tighter, running a hand through the soft brown mane. "I don't want to live with you."
"We will find her," Legolas promised, "I don't think my father would allow me to keep you anyway. No matter how cute you are for a dwarfling. Now how did you end up in the hands of those orcs?"
"I was with my uncles and brother in the markets," Kíli sniffed, "I got lost and ended up here in the woods…. I wanna go home."
"We will head back to the markets tomorrow," Legolas said, "We were there this morning…"
"Can't we go now?" Kíli pouted.
"No, it is late," Legolas said, "And we have been travelling all day. My friends are tired, as am I. We will get some rest, and once the sun rises we will go and take you back home, okay?"
"Okay," Kíli sighed, melodramatically. "Can I get a piggy-back ride?"
"A what?" Legolas looked at the dwarfling confused.
"He wants to sit behind your neck on your shoulders," Elladan said, "Glorfindel would carry us like that when we were elflings. So did Erestor but then Elrohir pulled out a handful of his hair when he thought he was falling…"
"That was you!" Elrohir said, outraged.
"Lets just say it was Arwen and leave it at that," Elladan smirked as Kíli climbed up behind the elven prince's neck and swung his feet above the elf's shoulders. He held onto the elf's pointy ears fascinated by the shape.
"You have funny ears," Kíli yawned, resting his head on Legolas's head. The elf raised a brow as his peers smiled at him. "And why is your hair so long?"
"Why is a dwarf's beard so long?"
"I don't know," Kíli shrugged, "Fíli has a little beard now. Me, Ori and Gimli don't. We're too little."
"Well you look cuter with out a beard," Elladan said, "We can see your face."
"Then you need a beard, cause your face is ugly," Kíli retorted. Haldir let out a loud chuckle, surprising the two elves from Mirkwood. Haldir was known for being notoriously serious.
"Why are you laughing, Elrohir?" Elladan asked, "We are twins, we look identical!"
"Are we there yet?" Kíli sighed.
"Not yet," Legolas replied, "Not long though, just a few more minutes, pen-neth."
"He is a smart boy, Dís," Thorin said gently. "I'm sure he'll be okay- once the sun rises tomorrow morning we will set out once more and find him."
Dís sat beside her brother watching a fire cackle before them as Fíli slept in her lap. Her thick but gentle fingers ran through his mane undoing the two braids for the night.
"He is only a child, Thorin," Dís whispered, "I cannot lose him too."
"We won't lose him," Thorin promised, wrapping his arm around his younger sister. She rested her head against his chest as he ran his fingers across her forehead. "We will find him and take him home. I promise."
I'm sure this has been done before- I haven't seen a story like this though, so I gave it a go. (If anyone knows any link me please!)
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peace and chicken grease