Chapter 1

Tauriel had to keep herself from shivering with fury. This scum had shot a dwarf with a poisonous arrow. The worst possible kind. Morgul poison. Not that she was supposed to be friends with dwarves, but she had made friends with one, when Thranduil threw the company in prison. She dearly hoped it had not been the one she talked with. One with long, unruly black hair and stubble, which wasn't exactly a beard. He apparently was not attractive in his race, but she thought, he was kind of cute, for a dwarf anyways. He had been a kindly soul, loyal to his friends and family, but of noble blood as well. Just like Legolas.

She advances towards the orc. She wants to kill it, and fast. No other creature could be more deserving of death. An authoritative voice stops her. Sent away as punishment for her recklessness. For her, the interrogation was over-Tauriel would have to deal with other important matters to allow her to forget about the orc. But she found she could not. As much as she hoped it wasn't that dwarf with the black hair, Kili, was it? she knew that it was, and she could not keep herself in the royal halls. However, disobedience to the Elvenking would have a grave consequence. But she finally rushes out the gates, and doesn't look back.

Legolas flashes a look of forgiveness at Tauriel. He remembers being as reckless when he was her age: 600. He himself was 2000 years old. But as his father says, "100 years is a mere blink in the life of an Elf." The Orc reveals important yet upsetting information which of course, upsets his father who unsheaths his sword and beheads the Orc like lightning. Thranduil gives the order to close all entrances and not let absolutely anything in or out.

Tauriel! Reckless Tauriel who is sometimes foolish as well. He can't let her go so easily, especially since they have been friends from childhood. But lately Legolas has noticed that she's getting quite beautiful. He secretly blushes at the thought. Should he court her? No, his father would be furious. He's a prince, and she's a lowly Silvan Elf! Not a good idea at all. The disappointment lingers in his mind as he trots gracefully to the front gate.

"Where's Tauriel?" he asks the guard.

"She went out sir. I don't know her motives. Something about an ' Orc pack '"

"Close the door behind me."

"Sir?" asks the elf, confused.

"Just do it." says Legolas, exasperated. Foolish Elf. What is she doing out there? But then it hits him. That dwarf! And so, Legolas runs out the gates in frustration and jealousy. What had he done wrong so that she stooped down so low and loved a filthy dwarf? He runs as fast as his feet can carry him.

The Company lands on the riverbank, far from any Elves, or Orcs for that matter. Kili is feeling faint and his leg hurting unusually bad. He has to bite his lip to keep from screaming but still whimpers occasionally.

"It hurts Fee! Really, really bad!" shouts Kili, trying to express his pain without scaring them. In their child hood, Fili and Kili often called each other Fee and Kee, respectively.

"I know that, Kee! Just hold on! We'll help you!" responds Fili, worried.

Kili is extremely pale and can't tell where they are. Everything is swimming before his eyes. As his barrel comes close to the bank, Dwalin reaches out and pulls it close. But he accidentally pulls too hard and sends Kili crashing to the rocky ground. He screams out in agony as the poison weakens his body, allowing him to feel more pain than he normally would. Thorin, the leader of the Company and the uncle of Fili and Kili, feels his heart shatter at that sound. Fili has to keep from breaking down. He has to be strong for his baby brother. No weakness can show through.

Oìn, the healer, rushes forward and begins to look at the arrow wound. The entire area is black and the surrounding veins are extremely dark purple. Oìn fearfully touches the wound, causing Kili to scream louder than before. Both Oìn and Dwalin are mortified that Kili is in so much pain. and apologize profusely. Wise Balin comforts them, saying,

"Don't worry lads, you didn't mean to."

Thorin, Bilbo and Fili were on their knees beside Kili, trying to comfort him and ease his pain. They can't do anything about it. He is crying but trying not to yell.

Suddenly, from behind a small hill leaps a tall Man shouting,

"What in blazes is going-" but is cut off in surprise seeing thirteen wet Dwarves and a drenched shivering Hobbit on the riverbank. Kili is still sobbing yet biting his lip to keep from making a racket.

The Man is in his forties, dark-haired, has a small mustache and beard, and is also an archer. He seems to have a strong build. Thorin speaks first,

"My nephew has been shot in the leg." says Thorin, with his usual gruff tone, but is unable to hide the scared look in his eyes.

"So what?"

"It could be infected."

Oìn gets up and whispers in the ear of the leader.

"This is no infection. An infection doesn't look like this or cause symptoms like this. It's poison. Morgul poison. We don't know how to treat it. We need Gandalf or-I hate to say it-an Elf."

As Oìn tells Thorin that Kili is poisoned, Thorin's eyes widen like saucers but fill with anger at the mention of Elves.

"No. I will not let my nephew be touched by an Elf."

The Man's eyes soften, seeing their plight and asks,

"What's the matter?"

"It's poison actually. Kili has been poisoned." says Thorin, still in shock apparently.

"Well, that is not good. Not good at all." pipes up Bilbo, trying to lighten the moment. Fili smiles at the Hobbit, in appreciation for his efforts to ease the tension.

"I have a boat." says the Man.

A/N: And that was chapter one. Reviews are much appreciated. Until next time folks!

-ACreativeHobbit

Boring but Necessary Disclaimer for Prologue and Chapter 1: I am not Peter Jackson, or J.R.R Tolkien for that matter, therefore I do not have the rights to the Hobbit, or the characters. I am just a fan who likes to write about them. :3