Author's notes: I'm actually Tolkien risen from the dead and also the sky is green.
"Well, come on then!"
Bofur and Kili were out on a brief excursion to get some fresh meat while the others waited in the campsite.
"You'd really think there'd be some sort of animal around here," Bofur chuckled. Kili nodded, then held his hand up for quiet. Bofur silenced and began to look around, listening carefully. From one of the trees above, a faint rustling came. Kili whirled towards the sound and let fly. He lowered his arms and stood expectantly, waiting for the crashing down of some small animal. None came.
He and Bofur glanced at each other, then began cautiously approaching the tree, weapons held at the ready.
Just then, something fell out of the tree. Both Kili and Bofur jumped.
"It's a person!" Kili exclaimed, running with Bofur over to the prone figure. Bofur knelt to check for vitals.
"Alive, but out cold," he confirmed.
"What should we do?" Kili asked. "It-they-them needs help!"
Bofur looked doubtfully at the figure. "I think it'd be too ungainly to carry by myself."
In answer, Kili bent and grabbed the ankles. Bofur grabbed under the shoulders and off they went.
"Ermmm..." Bofur had stopped short, leading Kili to almost drop his half of the burden as he continued going.
"What is it?" Kili asked as he craned over his shoulder for a good look.
"It's...well, it's an Elf." Bofur had a very strange expression on his face, as he stood supporting the arms of the person, whose hair had slipped enough to reveal a pointy ear.
Kili felt the same expression reflected onto his own face. "Um..."
A few moments passed.
"Thorin isn't going to be happy."
"Do we have a choice?"
"Best get 'em to Oin then."
They continued on their way.
Don't make me beg…you know you want to.