Here we are! I'm back with my first two shot. This was an absolute joy to write. For some reason it just came really easily to me. Because I loved it so much, it turned into a two shot. I've never done one of these before, but it was kinda fun! Let me know if you like it.

For those of you who don't know, Brynn is Fili and Kilis little sister. I have a full story with her (set on the quest) and many many one shots. Feel free to check them out!

Brynn gets beaten pretty bad in this, so if you don't like that, be warned!

This idea was suggested by allysonmaelynn01. I hope I wrote it just like you hoped it would be! I definitely tried my best.

Enjoy!

(Brynn is 15, Kili is 20, and Fili is 21)

Brynn rarely went on dignitary trips, especially by herself, but this was such a case. She was going to the Iron Hills to meet with Dain. It wasn't a big deal, this meeting. It was just to discuss a joint kingdom tournament in honour of the one year anniversary of their victory in the Battle of Five Armies. The only reason she was going was because Thorin was busy, Fili escorting Dis to Dale, and Kili didn't want to. That left Brynn. Thorin said it would be good for her. All in all it wouldn't be a bad time. When Thorin told Dain Brynn was coming, he promised her a feast in her honour. Working with her second cousin would be fun. He had a good sense of humour and so did she so she was certain they would get along.

Now Brynn was riding along with four soldiers - her security. They were pretty silent, and it was annoying her. The only thing worse than a long trip was one with companions who didn't talk. She was oh so bored. The only good thing was that Thorin had allowed her to travel in trousers, as long as she packed a few dresses to change into for when she was in the Iron Hills. She had her sword on her hip and a bow and arrows on her back. All in all, it kinda reminded her of the Quest; except she had four silent companions and she wasn't riding to face a fire breathing dragon that had single handedly (maybe, she thought, it should be clawedly? But she reasoned that that was not a word) taken her kingdom. Honestly, this trip was much less exciting. She wanted to cry. If she could have skipped the day long ride and just gotten to get to know her cousin better, she would have liked it a lot. But this was not worth it.

Brynn and her guards rode through a short cropping of rock that had been carved through to make a passage. The sides rose fairly high on either side of her. She was thankful for the wide road though. She didn't like small spaces.

The ponies reared as the guards were jumped from above.

"Princess, get to safety!" One guard yelled, the first words he'd spoken the entire trip.

Brynn wheeled her pony around, against her instinct. She was met with more marauders coming up the road, and when she looked the other way, there were more. They were surrounded. Brynn leapt off her pony and drew her sword, preparing herself for the fight. Two of her guards had already fallen. Three against at least two dozen. She had seen worse odds, but she'd definitely seen better.

Brynn knocked the thrust of one man up and stabbed him through the stomach before pulling her blade out and spinning 180 degrees to protect herself in the back.

She fought hard, anger surging as another guard fell. Many fell to her skilled blade. It was not hard to see that they were slightly taken back by just how formidable a foe Brynn really was.

"Princess Brynn! I suggest you surrender." A voice called out. It was strong and firm. Brynn guessed the owner was the leader.

"Why would I do that?" She grunted, slicing an enemies abdomen.

"We have your only remaining guard. If you want him to live, I suggest you stand down."

Brynn looked over her shoulder to where her guard had been. He was indeed being held by two marauders. Brynn slowly lowered her weapons, even as the guard yelled at her not to.

The marauders near Brynn stripped her of her remaining weapons and held tight to her arms. It was then that Brynn's guard was murdered, right in front of her eyes.

"No!" Brynn screamed, jerking to look at the leader. "You made me a deal!"

The marauder smirked. "Never trust a marauder, my dear."

The man came closer, and Brynn glared up at him. He had long black hair and a jagged scar over his left eye. He was menacing indeed, but Brynn decided she would not be scared of him. She would not give him that pleasure.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" She asked.

"My name is Bwagin. And do you truly not know your use and worth, Princess? It should be clear. You are the niece of a great and wealthy King. We will hold you for ransom."

"My uncle will not answer to petty ransom notes."

Bwagin came closer. "Then you will answer with your screams."

Brynn glared, but inside her heart pounded. She didn't know how she could possibly get herself out of this situation. There were far too many men for her to fight, especially since all her weapons had been taken away. Her fists would not do against these men. Not when she was so outnumbered. She just hoped that maybe Thorin would find her and be able to free her without giving in to Bwagins request.

Brynn cried out when Bwagin backhanded her across the face. He did not stop there. He hit her twice more before she stumbled to the ground. There he kicked her, hard, in the ribs. The men holding her pulled her back up and he hit her more, sometimes in the face, sometimes in the stomach. He backed off as a couple men threw rocks at her like she was an animal. The sharp rocks hit her, one on her collar bone and one on her temple. She could feel both start to bleed.

"Do you think this is going to help in your negotiations?" She asked, blood trickling down the side of her face.

"We must make you pretty for your picture, Princess Brynn." Bwagin replied, waving over a smaller man. "Thar will be drawing you."

"King Thorin will not believe it." Brynn scoffed.

"He will when we have your signature. That and your fancy ring." Bwagin grinned as he pulled Brynn's royal ring off roughly, scraping the skin off her knuckle. "Gag her. It will look better."

Brynn barely fought as a rough gag was pulled tightly into her mouth. She was certain she was a sight to see. The blood on her face, chest, and mouth, and the bruises that were surely forming already. Not to mention the swelling from one of the punches, the hair falling out of her braid, and now the gag.

As the artist started to sketch her, she set her face into a glare. There would be no fear in her eyes for her brothers to see. Hopefully it would give them some comfort. That was her plan, but Bwagin caught on. He came strutting back. He pulled her arm, twisting it back and up. Brynn grunted against her gag, squeezing her eyes shut. He twisted harder, and she cried out.

"Much better." Bwagin whispered, turning to his artist. "Don't draw me in this. Just her on her knees."

Brynn felt a couple tears slip from her eyes as the pain throbbed in her shoulder. Never had she been so scared. Fighting orcs was one thing, but being held captive by someone who enjoyed hurting you, not just killing you, was much worse.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooo

Fili lifted two more bags into the back of the carriage, smiling at all the goods his mother had bought. She has been so excited when she got into Dale that Fili likened it to a small child on her birthday. He knew Dis was getting flooded with memories. That was why he had agreed to accompany her on this day. He was actually rather excited himself to spend some time with his mother. But now the sun was close to setting. They had been out since early in the morning and they were both ready for home.

Dis came up to Fili with yet another bag.

"What's this?" Fili asked.

"A shirt for you." Dis smiled, accepting Filis hand as she climbed into the carriage.

"Another? Mama, you already bought me three."

"I know, but this one was just so nice. You'll love it." Dis picked up a tightly rolled piece of parchment. "What is this?"

Fili hopped into the carriage and took the parchment. He slipped off the ring that was holding the roll closed.

"This is Brynn's ring." He said, worry creeping into his heart.

Fili unrolled the parchment. There were two separate sheets but he read the one on top first.

We have your Princess Brynn. If you wish her to stay alive you will give us what we wish. 200,000 gold coins must be delivered to us directly. Put a letter outside your walls when you agree to our terms. The night after, set out the money. Once we have it, we will leave Princess Brynn where the money was.

Fili pulled the letter off and gasped when he saw the next sheet of parchment. An incredibly detailed and lifelike drawing of Brynn lay in his hands. Only it wasn't the same Brynn that had given him a sleepy goodbye when he woke her up that morning. Brynn was bruised and cut. Her face was twisted in agony as some unseen person twisted her arm at an awful angle.

Fili shoved the parchment and ring into his mothers lap and cracked the reigns of the horses. The carriage flew through Dale at a dangerous speed, but Fili didn't care. He had to get back to Erebor. He had to see Thorin.

Oooooooooooooooooooooo

Thorin gripped the paper tightly, staring into the drawn fearful eyes of his young niece. Anger filled him when he thought of what was happening to her, but he kept himself calm on the outside for the sake of his sister and nephew.

"There is no mention of Kili." Fili said, shaking. "Why is there no mention of Kili?"

Thorins head jerked up, looking at his eldest nephew. "Kili did not go with her, Fili."

"What do you mean?"

"She went alone with four guards."

"Why in Middle Earth-"

"Kili did not want to go, and she said it was okay. I thought that if she had guards, she would be fine."

Fili slammed his fist on the table. When he had heard that Brynn was going to the Iron Hills, he had only felt okay about it because he thought Kili was going with her. He never would have allowed her to go if he had known she was alone.

Thorin sent for Kili.

"Fili, you mustn't be mad at your brother." Dis said quietly, but sternly. "It is not his fault."

Fili shook his head. "I know. And I will not be able to be mad at him when I see his face. He'll blame himself."

Just as Fili finished speaking, Kili hurried into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"What's going on? The messenger said it was urgent." He asked, his eyes wide and innocent.

Thorin looked at him with pity. "Kili, your sister has been kidnapped."

Kilis face went emotionless before he broke into an uneasy smile. "What do you mean?"

"It is not a trick, lad. We received this with Brynn's ring. We also have this picture." Thorin held up the drawing and Kilis face twisted into horror.

"If I had just gone with her this wouldn't have happened." He said, the reality of the situation sinking in.

"No, Kili, it is not your fault." Thorin said. "We can't even know if this picture is real."

Kili took the picture and studied every line before settling his eyes on Brynn's face. "It's her. Those are her eyes. You wouldn't be able to draw that unless you had her there. That is real fear. Real pain." Kili choked and Dis hugged him.

"We must get the gold ready." Fili said, determined.

"No, Fili, not yet." Thorin said.

"What? Are we to do nothing?"

"We won't be giving them gold-"

"Uncle, what are you saying?"

"If you would give me a minute-"

"You'll go after her?" Kili asked.

"No-"

"Uncle, if it is a matter of your kingship, Kili and I will go." Fili offered.

"No, Fili-"

"If you are saying no because of my status in the line, I will gladly give up my right to the throne to go after her."

"As will I." Kili agreed with his brother, as usual.

Thorin sighed. "If you would let me speak, I would tell you. We will be going after Brynn. We do not give in to ransom notes. But we do not leave our little girl to the hands of marauders either."

"For a second, I thought you meant to." Kili said quietly.

Thorin leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "Trust me when I say this, boys. Not a single person who has even looked at Brynn will go unpunished. I promise you, they will pay for this."

Ooooooooooooooooooooooo

Brynn quivered with exhaustion as she stood once again to fight. Bwagin had decided it would be entertaining to make her fight against his marauders. They had taken her coat and her over shirt, leaving her in nothing but a corset and a sleeveless under shirt. Her trousers and her boots she got to keep, thankfully.

Brynn's fists were bloody, as they had taken her gloves and the fights were only done without weapons so no one was killed. She had fought eleven rounds, and still they kept coming. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on. She was scared that if she fell they would just start beating her, and she was really not in the mood for more punches than she was getting now. Her body throbbed from taking hits. She was worried that soon she would break a rib. All she had to do was keep fighting a little longer, and hopefully they would call it quits soon. If they didn't, she would resign; let her legs give out and take the sweet comfort the ground would offer her tired body and let them do whatever kicking they wanted to her.

Thankfully, the marauders wanted her alive. Unfortunately, that didn't mean unharmed.

Aaaaand that's part one! I loved writing this so much. It's so fun to torture this girl! I know, I'm bad. But I can't help it. And it just sets up for adorable fluff, so... I have to do it. You guys don't mind, do you?

Anyway, second part will be up in a bit. Probably tomorrow. Drop a review my way if you so desire! Reviews are my favourite thing, so I'd appreciate it! ;)

Have a good day!