(Fili's Pov)
He followed along numbly as the goblins screeched and yelled, shoving them to who knows where. He didn't care. He had seen his brother plummet to his death. That was not something he would ever forget.
He did not fight back as his weapons were stripped from him. They were shoved in front of a big ugly thing. Kili would have made a joke about him. He thought smiling softly. His gaze drifted towards the pile of weapons. He saw the familiar glint of the knife Kili had gotten him for his 50th birthday.
Shocked he went through his weapon stashes. How could I have let them take my weapons away. He scolded himself. Do you really think Kili would want you just to give up? He shook his head. What was he thinking? He can't just give up. That would not be fair to his brother. He caught the gaze of Thorin and gave him a reassuring nod. Some of the stress faded off of his face before he turned back to the Goblin King.
He will never stop thinking about his brother and that is what will keep him moving. He fixed a glare upon the beast on a throne. He was talking to Thorin.
"The King under the Mountain, oh but you are not a King, and you have no mountain, so that makes you nobody really." the Goblin smirked. He gritted his teeth doing his best not to yell insults. Don't be rash Fili. He saw a flash of grey out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a cape whirl out of sight.
Gandalf. Grinning he leaned over to Dwalin.
"Dwalin, get ready to fight." He whispered. Dwalin looked at him confused. Another flash of grey. Dwalin smiled an evil smile that only he could pull off and he leaned over to whisper to Bifur.
A sudden shriek from the Goblin King drew his attention back to the front. All the goblins were shrieking and pointing at Thorins sword. At an order of the King the goblins attacked them. Growling he swung his fist knocking a goblin back causing him to fall over the edge. Two more took his place.
A bright light shot into the darkness knocking everyone to the ground. Looking up he gave a hoot. Gandalf stood sword in one hand and staff in the other looking very menacing for an old man.
"Take up arms, fight fight!" Gandalf yelled and the dwarves sprung into action grabbing weapons on Bombur's part he jumped around with his axe squashing goblins beneath him. Fili gathered up his knives and stowed them away, the others took off running down a path. Sweeping up his swords he raced after them one thought in his mind.
This is for Kili.
(Kili's Pov)
He growled in frustration as he fell to the ground for the tenth time. His legs were hurting badly, and as a result of him falling his back wounds were becoming irritated. You have to keep moving. You have to find Fili.
Groaning in pain he got back to his feet. Finally he saw the end of the crevice he had been trying to get out of. Just as he made it out of the mountains, something threw him to the ground. He cried out as his back made contact with the ground.
He shrunk back in terror as he came eye to eye with a snarling warg. Slowly he moved his hand to his boot. Grabbing the knife out he quickly shoved it right into the wargs throat. It let out a shriek as blood pooled from it's neck.
Before he could crawl away the warg stumbled and fell on him.
CRACK
Kili screamed, as he felt at least two of his ribs crack. Gasping for air he frantically hit at the beasts back. He was smothered in rotten hair. I'm going to suffocate. He didn't like tight spaces.
The weight of the warg vanished and he turned to his side gasping for breath. Yet every precious breath he took caused him agony.
Kili lifted his head warily looking for his savior. What he saw almost made him laugh, or cry, he couldn't figure out which one. A wolf pack had dragged the carcass to the edge of the trees and were tearing it apart. Gagging he turned his head.
"Ahh" he cried, as he felt sharp teeth dig into his boot, grazing what he suspected was a few broken toes. A small cub was viciously growling as it shook his head trying to bite through the leather. Wincing Kili pulled the cub off and pushed it away. It looked up at him realizing that what is was eating was most certainly alive, and ran back to it's pack yipping.
He sighed swinging his bag off and letting out a cry of pain as he shifted his ribs. Taking out his bedroll he cut off strips. He unwrapped the bloody ones and replaced them with new ones. Securing his ribs as well as the arrow wound. His tunic was already ruined so he just took it off. Looking back at the bloody mess of wolves he got up gathering all of his items back together.
That was a Warg scout which meant there were more close behind. He had to warn the others. He let out a moan as he limped along the side of the mountain. This could not get any worse. He would soon realize how wrong he really was.
(Fili's Pov)
He swung his swords left and right. They were following the wizard to who knows where. A gap was coming up. A plank was held aloft by a rope. This would have been a perfect time...for an archer.
No he could not let Kili's death bother him yet. He will have time to grieve later. He threw one of his knives cutting the rope allowing the plank to fall forward. They all rushed across only to be cut off by the Goblin King breaking through the floor.
"You thought you could escape me?" He bellowed. "What are you going to do now? Gandalf just poked him in the eye, causing him to stumble back howling. This allowed Gandalf to slice open the foul things belly. It dropped to it's knees, looking surprised.
"That'll do it." He said before Gandalf slit his throat. The Goblin King crashed to the floor breaking the bridge the were standing on to fall. Everyone was yelling.
They shot down the hill riding the bridge like a sled. The finally made it to the ground, crashing with a resounding thud. The others were shouting and moaning.
"That could've been worse." Bifur said. Just then the body of the Goblin King landed on them, knocking the breath out of him, and eliciting more shouts from the dwarves.
Groaning he rolled over to his back, shoving wooden planks off of his chest. He groggily opened his eyes blinking till the came back into focus.
At once his eyes widened, as he took in the amount of goblins scurrying down the hillside heading directly towards them.
"Gandalf!" He shouted, pushing himself out of the rubble. Helping Ori up, Gandalf looked grimly at the oncoming horde of goblins.
"There's too many of them," Dwalin said helping Gloin too his feet. "We can't fight them." Gandalf looked at the horde of goblins and grimly stated.
"Only one thing will save us now, daylight. Run!"
