Fili woke to a painful, pounding heading, and a sensation of being shaken up and down, jostling him, and making his headache worse. He struggled against it and in return was thrown to the ground, hurting his head again, and bile began to rise to his throat. Fili breathed slowly trying to calm the nausea, not moving from where he had been thrown. He was confused when he thought he heard voices, but couldn't make out much past the ringing in his ears, so he tried to see who was speaking instead, but the light from the sun pained him.

Fili felt himself be pulled up and yanked forward by a robe at his neck, all of this irritated his already nauseated stomach, and he fell to his feet and vomited. It was difficult to hold himself up without his hand, which were bound behind his back. He was hardly allowed to finish before once again being pulled to his feet, and yanked forward once again. Fili obeyed, and managed with a few moments of clarity, to see his orc captors, and remembered the attacked before finding himself here. He remembered that much, but hardly much else except for fuzzy memories, and maybe his name. Fili realized, as he began to slip back into confusion, and that he had a concussion, and he was in a bad situation.

The sun felt hotter than ever to Fili, as if it was burning his exposed skin, and cooking everything under his clothing. Sweat dripped from his face, and his tongue was desperate for moisture. The robe at his neck began to gradually draw blood as it scrapped his neck especially harder, as Fili struggled more against the weakness in his legs. Fili felt more bile rise from his stomach, and it wasn't much longer before he again fell to his knees and vomited what was left in his stomach, and more. He felt blackness try to take him, and fell limp next to his sick.

A kick to his ribs woke him, and he couldn't help but yell out at the pain. He cringed, curling up, but was quickly pulled to his feet again. Fili continuously tripped and fell scraping his skin, and tearing his clothes, but still he was yanked forward once more. The torturous sun still burning, and cooking his body, he knew nothing else.

Kili no longer felt any pain, but was stuck in a seemingly endless black abyss, but just as he thought he was going to be there forever a light appeared. The light seemed to come toward him as if it was moving through a tunnel, Kili went to it as well, and when he touched it a great flash of light ate him whole. Then he was standing in a room, his room, and his mother was asleep in a chair beside his bed. He walked forward to see who it was, and jumped back slightly when he saw himself, pale and lifeless. He looked away, and then right there, beside his mother, "Father?" He spoke shocked to see him alive. Kili frowned as he corrected his thoughts, his father was dead, and Kili realized that he was about to join him.

His father walked toward Kili, as if to embrace him, but instead placed both hands upon his shoulders, and with great force shoved him backwards. Suddenly Kili was immersed with great pain, as he flinched and opened his eyes. He was back in his own body again, completely rid of the calm feeling he just had. Kili felt air rush into his lungs; scratching his throat and making him cough. Dis stirred at the sound, and woke, "Kili." Kili kept coughing. Dis lifted his head slightly and poured in bit of water into his thirsty throat. Kili drank selfishly, and Dis stopped too soon, and set the cup on the table beside the bed.

"Mum." Kili's voice sounded the way it felt, and coughed slightly.

"How do you feel, son?" Dis asked.

"Tired." Kili responded.

"Any pain?"

"Yes."

Dis then poured a bit of liquid into a spoon and offered it to Kili, who didn't ask or refuse what it was. It tasted awful, but soon the pain numbed and he succumbed to sleep.

Thorin had gathered Gloin, Bofur, Bifur, Dori, and Nori and together they rode to catch up with Balin, and Dwalin. With them they had three extra ponies and enough supplies for themselves, and for Balin, and Dwalin, for a journey. They did not know where they would end up, nor did they know how long it would take, but Fili was going to be found.

"They were here." Dwalin spoke right as they had caught up to them that morning, Dwalin pointed and said, "Their tracks move it that direction." Nothing more had to be said. Balin, and Dwalin accepted the ponies, and they rode.

They stopped to rest that night, Thorin slept knowing he would be useless to help Fili if he did not take care of himself. So they ate, and rested that night preparing to ride as soon as it was light enough to see the tracks. When morning came, they skipped meal and rode out.

Fili was thirsty, and starving, he didn't know how much longer he could go on. Finally, the orcs stopped to rest they threw Fili aside, and bound his feet to prevent him from running away, but even if they hadn't, he was too weak to try. Then they threw something at him, Fili, still sick, dared open his eyes for a look. It was water, and although he longed for the precious fluid he could not open the container nor bring it to his lips with his hands bound behind his back. He remained unmoving, tormented by thirst while the cure lay just in front of him.

Moments later an orc grabbed him and roughly shoved the water into his throat, making him choke, but he desperately needed water, Fili swallowed as much of the vale tasting water as he could. The choking and coughing irritated his sick stomach as he focused on keeping it down, knowing he wouldn't last much longer without it.

Kili found himself in the darkness once again, the same light coming towards him in the same way, but this time when he touched it something different happened. The abyss of darkness, was replaced by an abyss of light, and in that light, was his father. "Pa?" Kili asked.

"Yes, son." He responded.

"Am I dead?" Kili wondered.

"No, you may be close, but it is not your time yet." He answered, and Kili paused a moment, his mind gently contemplating before he remembered his brother.

"Is Fili alive?" Kili asked.

"Yes, but he is just like you, wondering between life, and death." His father explained.

"Will he be alright?"

"Only if he is rescued before the summer sun rises." His father walked toward him, and once again placed both hands on his shoulders and shoved him backward.

Kili woke with another rush of air into his empty lungs, and began coughing. When the coughing calmed, He felt like his skin was burning, and his body was covered in moisture. The blanket had been pulled down, to rest on his hips; leaving his upper body was bare except for the slightly bloodied bandage wrapped around his stomach. Kili looked to the side and on the side table were various pastes and herbs that Oin had probably brought, and had been using to treat his wound. There was also a bowl of water and a cloth that had clearly been used to water him down, in order to lower his fever.

Kili heard his mother and Oin speaking outside the door, but he was unable to make out most of what they were saying. So instead he tried to sit up, and was immediately punished by the pain of his wound. Catching his breath he then tried to roll to his side and drop his feet to the floor, the pain still punished him, but he was successful. Then he slowly pushed himself up, and tried to stand.

With a loud thumb, Kili nearly hit his face on the floor as he fell. The pain had Kili regretting everything he just did, as his mother and Oin, who heard the thumb, came running in to check on him. They were on both sides of him in seconds, "Kili, what do you think you're doing!" His mother more stated, than asked. As Oin checked Kili's now irritated wound.

"Let's get him back on the bed, he's bleeding again." Oin said.

"Mum, where's Fili?" Kili asked as they gently took both his arms and lifted him.

"He's not here right now." Dis answered.

"We have to find him Mum." Kili stated as they lay him back on the bed.

"Thorin's trying his best." Dis told him, taking his face into her hands. Oin had began stripped off his bandages, Kili hissed and cringed as the last bit of them tore off the scabbing. Dis made a move to hold him down, and calm him.

"He has to hurry mum, he has to find him before the first day of summer." Kili said with panic in his voice. Dis paused, and looked at Oin; they made a brief moment of eye contact, before Dis turned her attention back to Kili.

"Everything is going to be fine Kili, Thorin will find him." Dis promised.

"I need redo these stitches, Dis." Oin told her. Dis nodded and proceeded to pour some liquid into a spoon, then raised Kili's head with her free hand.

"Mum, Fili."

"I know son." She said before pushing the concoction into Kili's mouth. He took it, and quickly fell back asleep.

Night had fallen; Fili thought he was dreaming when he saw the most beautiful light he would ever see. It grew brighter and closer, and Fili wondered how the orcs nearby could not see the marvel, until within the light his saw a dwarf man. He thought he knew him, but still dazed from his concussion, he could not remember. Still, Fili felt great comfort when he saw him, and when the dwarf reached out his hand and touched Fili's face, and brushed back his hair. Then he picked Fili up, and suddenly Fili was no longer in the dream, but the sun had risen, and the orcs had pulled Fili to his feet and dragged him forward. Although a dream, Fili could not rid himself of the comforting feeling, and the touch the man left behind, nor did he want to. Also Fili could swear that someone was somehow carrying him at that very moment.

It had been a week since Fili had been taken, and finally Thorin and his company had caught up with the Orcs that had Fili in their possession. Even from across the field it was easy to tell that Fili was in bad shape, from the way he walked as he was dragged forward by his neck at the end of a rope. Thorin was confident that he and his company could easily take out the three orcs and rescue Fili, so he gave them the command to charge full force.

Thorin attacked them with ferocious anger, immediately decapitating the first one, after that the second two went down in mere moments. They didn't stand a chance when the dwarves teamed up on each one. The ground already began to soak up orc blood as it deservingly drained from their lifeless bodies. Thorin dismounted his pony, and walked to his eldest nephew.

Fili felt continued to walk in a daze until he felt a change around him. The tugging at his neck stopped and the robe was dropped, he followed it by falling limp to the ground, and then all he could do was listen to the clashing of blades around him. As he lay there he saw that beautiful light again, the same one he saw the night before, and again within it he saw that man, but this time Fili knew who he was. His father once again touched his face and spoke, "It is not yet your time, my son." Then the light faded, and his father's face was replaced with another, one that he also knew.

Thorin cut the bindings from Fili's hands, and the robe from his neck, and then he lifted Fili's head and chest from the ground and held him in his arms. He was half conscious, and Thorin's slightly slapped his face and called his name to get his attention. Fili slowly opened his eyes and looked at Thorin, and then grabbed at his sleeve, curled into him and began to cry without tears. Thorin hugged Fili tightly, feeling him shake with sobs, but unable to cry having been without sufficient water for too long.

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