Author's note: Hey guys! So, I am excited to write this. Um..there are going to be a bit of spoilers for those who haven't read the book, so sorry. I don't see any other way around it, so if you haven't read the book, go do so. Really. You need to read it because it's an amazing book. If you won't and simply don't care, then continue reading! The first chapter will begin during the Battle of the Five Armies onward. This will include mostly Kili and Tauriel, along with other characters. I really hope you enjoy, and be sure to check out my other small fics while you wait for more chapters. c;

They had come out of nowhere, out of Mirkwood. The dwarves of Erebor were attempting to hold their beloved home against the men of Lake-town and the elves of Mirkwood, when the orcs of the Necromancer and the goblins of the Misty Mountains came forth and attacked.

The men and elves were forced to turn their defenses on the enemy, giving the dwarves enough time to don Erebor's finest armor and weaponry and help those that had just been their enemy. A red sun filled the sky as the sound and stink of war filled the air. Often times it seemed like they were going to lose, and then the outcome would turn out for the better.

First, it was because of the eagles. Old friends of Gandalf and the ones that had saved them from the orcs before, the eagles soared into battle, picking up orcs and goblins alike and dropping them from hundreds of feet above. The goblins and orcs had been unprepared for such an aerial attack, and many of them died before they could let loose their arrows upon the sky.

Then Beorn, the great bear-man that had sheltered the company when they thought to be overrun by the orcs pre-Mirkwood burst from the trees and started to rip orcs to shreds. None of the dwarvish company had perished, and it appeared as if they were going to win. Perhaps, then, they could reason with the humans and elves, and peace could ensue.

"Fili, to me!" Kili shouted at his older brother, trying to keep his blood and sweat soaked hair from shielding his vision as he cut down another orc. His sword was slick with dark blood, and his arms were going weary from battle. His sword rang with vibration as he caught the blade of another orc, quickly swinging his free hand around to punch the orc in the face, breaking his defenses and swiftly cutting the beast's head off.

Fili made his way to Kili, and they fought side by side, defending each other's back side. They watched their uncle and King fighting bravely against Azog, the feared Pale Orc that had given them nothing but trouble since before this company banded together.

For a time, it appeared as if Thorin was going to prevail. However, Thorin's concentration was momentarily shattered when Kili was brought down by a massive orc twice his size. "No!" Thorin's shout was distressing, and before Kili's vision faded the last two things he saw was Fili killing the orc that was going to be the end of Kili and Thorin being run through by Azog's blade.

It was dark when Kili next woke. For a few moments, he was sure that he had passed through the veil to join his ancestors in their beloved halls. However, every inch of his body ached from the exertion of battle, and he knew that if he were dead he would not feel such physical symptoms.

"Wa-water," he croaked, his voice exceptionally hoarse. He kept his eyes closed, discovering upon opening them that the room was spinning. He tried to call out again, but his throat felt like it had caught fire, and he heard the flurry of movement a moment before a bowl of water was pressed lightly to his lips. The water was the best thing he had ever tasted, and he barely acknowledged that someone was lifting his head so that he didn't choke as he drank deeply.

Finally his body ached from the amount of water that he had consumed, so he turned his head away and the stranger set the bowl down somewhere. Kili's eyes opened ever so slightly. He had expected the stranger to be his brother, but that theory had been disproved when the stranger had laid their fingers across the back of his head. They had been much too long, too slender to be a dwarf's.

He noticed the hair first, such long hair. The color of the rays of sunrise, tickling the edges of her waist. It was the she-elf from before. The one that had sat and spoken with him about starlight. The one that had saved his life already once before. He had not seen her amongst her brethren when they were storming the doors of Erebor, but he had assumed as much since she appeared to be the Captain of their guard.

"There you are again, Starlight." The nickname came to the fresh front of his mind, but he liked it. It suited the she-elf, and he quickly realized that he still did not yet know her name. He doubted she even knew his. "Why did you save me?" He whispered, eyes slowly opening wider as they adjusted to the faint light of the room and it had stopped spinning.

She didn't answer as she pressed a damp wash-cloth against his fevered forehead, and she glanced down at him, her mouth pressed in a thin line. "I do not know," she finally admitted, turning away from him to fill the bowl with water from the basin across the room. They appeared to be in an elvish tent, and they were not alone. "And I am called Tauriel, if you must know." Tauriel? He much preferred calling her Starlight.

"I'm called Kili," he said after a moment. It was strange, exchanging introductions at such a time. Tauriel was about to reply when she was interrupted by Kili's exclamation.

"Fili!" Kili's eyes landed on his brother, who had a nasty cut littering the side of his face, from temple to chin. It looked fatal, and if it weren't for the slightly unsteady rise and fall of his brother's chest, he would have been sure that his brother was dead.

"I am not sure I can save him yet." The she-elf's confession was hesitant, as if she wasn't sure whether it was wise to share such information. Kili's gaze slid over to the elf's, but she was staring at Fili, her gaze distant. "I will try my best, but that's all I can do." Kili swallowed a lump that was growing thick in his throat as he stared at the elf; he couldn't bare to look at his brother again.

"And of the battle?" He asked quietly, almost fearing the elf's answer. He did not hear the noises that came with battle, but that did not mean it was over.

"Victorious. Unfortunately, the dwarf's lost the heaviest of casualties." Her implications were clear - Thorin's downfall had not been a part of Kili's imagination. Tauriel's expression showed sympathy and grief for him, something he was not expecting. Though she had treated him kindly in the past, she was still an elf of Mirkwood. They did not like dwarves.

"Get some rest. Your injuries were almost as grave as his." At her words she gestured to Kili's brother, and he nodded, already feeling the exhaustion from his wounds calling him back to sleep.

AN: Okay, so I think I've got somewhat of a conflict picked out for this story, but it's still being developed. Thank goodness I know what I am gonna do for the next couple of chapters. Anyway, tell me what you think! Is Fili going to live? Well, you'll just have to wait and see. (;