Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters form LOTR, the Hobbit or other Tolkien stories. This story is just for fun, I do not earn money with it.
A/N: This is my first Fanfiction so tell me what you think about it. I'm not an English native speaker, so please tell me if my English is to bad.
Imprisoned
Chapter 3
He was unsure what to think about all of this. First he had not gotten any food, what meant that his father was really furious about him and then the conversation with the dwarfs. They seamed to be extremely curious about why he was imprisoned and for a short moment he thought of telling them. Down here in the dungeons with them he felt really guilty for not helping them when they needed help so badly.
No, he was not supposed to think that way, he should not care for them at all, he tried to convince himself. His father had reasons to send them away. But thinking about this more closely he knew that it was just his father's coldness against other races that leaded to the decision to not help the dwarfs. This was not a good reason.
Stop this, he told himself, this is not how a prince of mirkwood should think. Just stop. Trust in your father.
Then he was pulled from his thoughts by a loud screaming from the blond dwarf:
„Kili?"
"KILI?"
"Thorin something is wrong. Kili just blacked out and now he does not react."Legolas heard the blond dwarf shout. Something must be terrible wrong.
"Fili can you reach him?"
"No it is too far. What shall I do?" The dwarf, Fili was the name Thorin said, seamed to be really desperate. What could be wrong with the dwarven archer, Kili? Why was no guard coming to see what was going on?
"What shall I do Thorin? He needs help but I can't reach him."
It was the old dwarf who answered:"We should call for the elven guards so they could help..."
"No" this was Thorin and Legolas wondered how much hate a person could hold. "We will take no help from an elf! Fili try to awake him. Has anyone an idea what happened?"
There was silence, so finally all of the attention was focused on the archer again and finally he awoke by his friends calls. The look in his eyes was a mixture of pain, fear and confusion.
"What happened?"
"You blacked out, brother. Are you hurt? Please tell me the truth."
Legolas was slightly amused of the blond dwarf's plea. It remembered him of what his friends said to him when he was injured.
"A spider bite me in the leg, but it is really just a minor injury. It has even stopped bleeding by now." Now Legolas was on alert. A spider bite? This damn beasts were poisonous. Did this dwarfs not know this?
"What else is wrong with you, Kili?" From the seriousness in Thorin answer he could tell they really did not know. He could not let this dwarf die, all the old fights were no reason to let something like this happen, so he opened his eyes and spoke:
„He told you everything you need to know."
"What do you care about our business?" There was anger in Thorin's voice but in his eyes Legolas could see fear. The fear for his sick comrade and all the anger Legolas felt for Thorin rude reply vanished. He could understand how it was to fear for a friend.
"The spiders are poisonous. He will die without the antidote." His words took Thorin by surprise and then he saw the fear in his eyes growing.
