So, I read a story on here about Kili getting hurt while they ran from the wargs after the Troll incident. However, I cannot find the story, but I give the author total credit for sparking the idea for this fic. We went to see BOFA this last week and I really need to soothe my heart. This will be similar to my other fic, "To Be Left Behind" where Thorin has Fili stay home in case the worst happens, which it does. I just felt the need to save Kili too. I'll be honest, i am not sure if Thorin will live or not. It could go either way. I do enjoy input. Italics mean elvish is being spoken.

"KILI!"

Kili turned to see his uncle and brother standing next to a group of rocks. He noticed the other members of the company jumping behind them. It must be a hidden cave! They were saved! He begins to run towards them. Kili only had a second to see the look of horror on the faces of his kin before he felt a force like a hammer knock him off his feet. Before he could catch his bearings, he felt his flesh being ripped into. He screamed in agony, and just before he lost consciousness, he heard a horn sound.

Fili felt like his world had ended. He had failed. He failed his mother. He failed his brother. He was supposed to protect Kili. It's what he had always done. Now, Kili was gone. It felt like time had slowed as he watched the warg knock his brother to the ground and then take him into its jaws. Time once more sped up and Thorin had thrown them down the hole as they, themselves, were swarmed with wargs. He heard the sound of an unfamiliar horn. A minute later, the body of an orc landed at their feet.

"Elves," said Thorin.

Fili watched as Dwalin, Nori, and Bofur ran to the opening of the cave, climbing on each others shoulders to see what had happened to their companion. "The elves have driven them off! One of them has spotted Kili!" cried Bofur. Fili gave him his full attention.

"What is going on out there?" asked Thorin, the emotion evident in his voice.

"One of the riders has mounted. They are handing Kili to him! He's alive! He has to be, with the speed that elf is going. No way he would make such haste for a dead dwarf!"

"There is hope then," said Gandalf. "Come, this path shall lead us to the valley of Imladris, which is undoubtedly where they are headed."

"This was you plan all along! To seek refuge with our enemy!"

"Thorin," said Fili in a strained tone. "Now is not the time. Gandalf, lead on."

Kili was alive and Fili would see to it that he stayed that way.

The dwarves looked around Rivendell with awe. Bilbo especially seemed enthralled with the place. All but Fili and Thorin, the latter seeing everything with distaste, and the younger dwarf thinking only of getting to his brother. As they descended into the valley, Fili saw a horse race towards the elven dwelling. He watched as the elf leapt from his steed and ran into what appeared to be the main structure. Kili would not be happy to know he was carried in such a manner, and by an elf of all beings! Fili chuckled before he caught himself. Given new purpose, the dwarf sped up, quickening the pace of all the others as well. Before he knew it, he was striding along with Gandalf. The wizard put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

An elf was descending a staircase to greet them as they came into a courtyard. Before anyone could speak, a horn sounded and they company was surrounded by elves on horseback. Fili watched as one dismounted and greeted the wizard.

"Gandalf."

"Lord Elrond. My friend, where have you been?"

"We have been hunting a pack of orcs that came up from the south. We slew a number near the hidden pass." The elf looked towards the dwarves. "We found an injured dwarf among them. He is part of your party I presume?"

"Yes," said Gandalf, switching to Westron, "we were overwhelmed before we could reach him. I had directed my companions down into the passage and young Kili was still firing arrows to give us time."

"Please excuse my intrusion, but I must know, will he be all right?" asked Fili. He had broken from the group and come to stand next to Gandalf. Both looked a bit surprised as they had not heard his approach.

"Lord Elrond, this is Fili, the brother of the dwarf you rescued," said Gandalf.

"I cannot yet say, I will be headed there shortly if you should like to accompany me?"

"Yes."

Lord Elrond turned his gaze once more towards the group before him. He notice Thorin Oakenshield among them, looking as though he were warring with himself over something. 'No doubt about accepting the hospitality of the elves for the sake of their comrade,' thought Elrond.

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. You have your grandfathers bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain."

"He made no mention of you."

"Thorin," said Fili. He had about had it with his uncle. He understood his uncles problem with elves. Thranduil's betrayal angered him and he was not even alive at the time, but this was not Mirkwood, and this elven lord was not Thranduil. Most importantly, they were helping his brother.

Thorin looked properly chastised. Elrond looked between the two, now taking note of the similarities. They were family, which made the injured dwarf the exiled prince's family as well. He spoke a command out in elvish.

"What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?"

"No, Master Gloin, he is offering you food," said Gandalf.

"Well, in that case, lead on."

Elrond signaled for Lindir to take their guests to clean up before food was served. As he turned to go, a throat was cleared. He turned back to Thorin. "I desire to see my nephew as well," he said.

Elrond nodded and led the dwarrow to the house of healing. Fili took the moment to ask what the elf lord knew of his brothers condition. "He is very seriously injured, as I am sure you know. There was not much I could do for him on the field, which is why I sent him on ahead. Glorfindel is our fastest rider. He had already lost a lot of blood, and warg inflicted wounds fester quickly. I was able to ascertain that he had a few broken ribs, as well as a broken leg. Until I am able to examine and treat him, I am afraid I can offer no more information."

The three continued quietly down the corridor. They came to a large door where a golden haired elf was standing. He joined them and the two elves began discussing something in their own language. They were led to a bed surrounded by healers. Fili was about to push his way through when he felt a hand halt him. Lord Elrond continued on and the new elf spoke. "Let them do their work. As much as you want to be by your brother's side, you would only he a hindrance. It won't be long now, and Lord Elrond will have more answers for you."

He directed them to a couple of chairs. The elf then took his leave. Thorin was raging inside. His nephew was seriously injured and there had been nothing he could do. Now, they were forced to take aid from beings he despised, and he was irritated with himself. Twice Fili had to reign him in. He, Thorin, of the Line of Durin, had to be reminded to behave and to think beyond his prejudice by his own heir. Thorin looked at Fili. The young dwarrow was in a world all his own. He could tell his thought were focused solely on his brother. He place a hand on his shoulder. Fili glanced at him and gave him a short nod before turning his attention back on the activity before them.

A little later, Lord Elrond approached. Fili jumped up and looked at the elf expectantly. "He will live, but his recovery will be slow. I have done what I can. His wounds had begun to fester and the poison got into his blood. He has six broken ribs, a broken collar bone, and the bone in his leg pierced the skin. Whilst I cleansed his blood of most of the poison, the nature of the wounds will be the cause for slow healing. What he needs now is time."

"How long?" asked Thorin.

"I would not allow for any kind of travel for two months at least."

Two months! They could not delay that long. Thorin looked at Fili, who had moved to the bed. What were they going to do?