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Falling. It felt odd to be woken by falling. He could feel he was falling, the way his stomach didn't feel quite right, like it wasn't in the right place. And then he opened his eyes and saw the ground coming closer. He was falling slowly. Slowly enough not to plummet to the ground and break every bone in his body, but not slow enough prevent his consciousness from leaving him after hitting his head against a branch.

Fili felt slightly sick after emerging from the cocoon of webbing that the spider had wrapped him in. Everything he could see was spinning and he could tell he wasn't walking in a straight line. His stomach ached and he felt like he wanted to be sick. And he could tell from the other dwarves' faces, they all felt the same; some looked a bit worse and some seemed to be in a state that was fairly worse, but no one seemed to feel better than him.

Fili sat down and curled himself into a ball, not quite sure why he was doing it, but when he stood up again he felt a little better. Just a little.

He saw more spiders coming. He fought them, but he wasn't paying attention to them, he was more focused on staying upright. He still wasn't paying attention when he lost one of his swords and the spider knocked him over. He was only paying attention when he saw an arrow pierce the beast. An elvish arrow.

Seeing the arrows that rained from the trees, his brain began to slowly put together an explanation of what was happening. They had been caught by spiders, in Mirkwood. They had escaped the spiders. The spiders had come after them. The elves were beginning to turn up and kill the all the spiders were dead, he watched as the elves slowly emerged from the trees, bows bent in their hands, ready to fire. Quite a few had red hair, he noticed. But their leader was blond. He was talking to another elf in elvish, discussing something. Probably what they should do with them, their prisoners.

When they rounded up the company and began to lead them somewhere, Fili turned to Kili, about to make a smart remark and realised that he wasn't there. He could see everyone else, Balin, Dwalin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Oin, Gloin, Nori, Dori, Ori, and Thorin, but not Kili.

He looked around frantically, forgetting how ill he felt in the blink of an eye, completely focused on locating his brother.

Failing to see him, he walked up to Thorin, trying not to seemed panicked and hopelessly failing, and said quietly in his ear, "Uncle, where's Kili?"

"No talking!" A redheaded the elf snapped.

"One of us is missing," Thorin announced.

"Why should that concern us?" The elf asked.

The blond elf barked a command before turning to Thorin. "One of you is missing?" He asked, skeptically.

"Our youngest. He was with is until the spiders attacked us. His name is Kili; he has brown hair, he's an archer, he's barely got a beard and he's his brother," Thorin said, pointing at Fili for his last point.

Some of the elves murmured amongst themselves. The blond elf turned to the redheaded elf that stood beside him. They had a quick conversation and she took off.

"I have sent my second-in-command off in search of your missing dwarf. She will look for him. And if he can be found, she will find him."

"I think they're lying, Legolas. I don't think there is another dwarf," Tauriel had said.

"I'm not sure. The way they could give the details so quickly, that's not something most make up so quickly on the spot," he had replied.

"I think most can."

"Dwarves take pride in their beards. Do you think they'd come up with a dwarf without a beard?"

Tauriel thought for a second before sighing. "I suppose you want me to go and look for this dwarf?"

Legolas nodded.

"Very well," she had sighed and ran off in the direction they'd come from.

She was now in a tree. She was running along branches, quickly scanning the ground below for the dwarf, or any signs that he'd been there. She saw none.

Continuing on, she came across a couple of spiders. She killed them quickly, an arrow in one eye for one, a dagger down the throat for the other.

She checked the white sack the spiders had been dragging along behind them. There wasn't a dwarf, just eggs.

She disposed of them quickly and returned to her task of hunting for the missing dwarf. He wasn't where they had captured the rest of them. But he couldn't have gotten far, not after having been bitten after a spider. Tauriel had been bitten by spiders on several occasions. She knew what it felt like. She had felt sick to her stomach, and quite dizzy. The poison hadn't proven itself fatal yet, but they could only see the results in elves, and elves healed very quickly and didn't die of disease the way the other races did.

Perhaps, if there really was a missing dwarf, he'd been killed by the poison. But the other twelve had survived the bites, so it wouldn't make sense.

After an hour or two, she turned around, convinced that there was no thirteenth dwarf. But, just so that she was certain not to miss him if he really did exist, she watched the ground below as she ran back to the Elvenking's halls.

She fails to notice the white sack that was hidden amongst more webs.

"Tauriel!" Legolas called after her.

She waited for him to catch up to her. "I don't think there was another dwarf. If there was, he's not in the forest any more."

"Are you sure?"

"I searched everywhere! I even checked the edges of the forest. And nothing!"

"All right. Thank you for checking, I appreciate it," Legolas said.

"What about them, the dwarves?" She asked.

"I don't know. Maybe they lied, perhaps there was another dwarf but the spiders ate him, it's possible that he fell asleep in the enchanted river."

"Should I tell dwarves that I couldn't find their dwarf, or are you going to?" She asked.

"I'll tell them," Legolas said, walking off.

Outside the gates of the halls, the orcs waited for the dwarves.

Hi. If you hadn't noticed, this is my first story. If you could let me know how I'm doing by leaving me review, that'd be great and I'd really appreciate it.

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