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Kili hurt in this chapter!
Kili gasped, and saw an orc pull out a jagged blade, his vile fingers reaching out to grasp Ori's jerkin. He pulled an elven arrow out of the fallen elf's quiver,a nd hurled it like a spear into the orcs eye socket.
The orc squealed, and fell into the water, tinting the water around its body a sickly grey.
Kili threw the quiver to Fili and looked above him. The lever stood just a few yards away from him, if he could reach it he could free the company. He grasped the sides of the barrel, placing his foot on the edge of his barrel and reaching out for the land with the other.
Kili ran up the stone steps, narrowly avoiding a sword to his stomach. He ripped the blade out of the orcs grasp, and plunged it deep into the orc's side, ripping it out deftly and stabbing another orc in the head.
Fili threw an arrow into an orcs head, the blade in its hand falling to the ground. There was no way he would let any of these creatures hurt his brother. He looked up, and saw the youngest Durin, dodging arrows and heading for the smooth wooden lever.
''Here!'' Dwalin called, throwing Fili a spear that had fallen in the water.
Fili threw the spear, it thudded into an orcs head. The still writhing body falling to the ground where Kili had stood only moments before.
Kili nodded his thanks to his older brother, letting pout a breath as he swiftly threw an orc dagger at a completely black orc. It's horrid features twisting into what he assumed was a look of pain as it fell.
It screamed, writhing on the stone as he ran over it, heading for the lever. It stood tall, just an arms length away. Kili dodged an arrow, starting to reach for the smooth wood.
He felt a thud, and looked down. A single blood stained arrow protruded out of his thigh. He gasped for breath, not realizing he had stopped breathing. The pain hit him, searing through him like fire.
He reached out, feeling his fingers touch the smooth wood, before he fell to the ground. He let out a scream of pain, the agony overwhelming him.
''Kili!'' Fili shouted, his whole being wanting to help his brother.
Kili gasped, biting his lip until it started to bleed, he saw the shining wood, a foot above him. He'd let the company down, just because he hadn't looked.
Tauriel ran as fast as she could, letting arrows fly at the intruders. The orcs screamed, her arrows piercing their soft skulls as easily as a knife goes through butter.
She balanced on a willow brack, the soft wood bending under her weight, she let an arrow fly, and muttered her thanks to the tree as she ran on by.
She turned her head, seeing the post easily through the trees. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the scream. It filled her with pain.
She ran on, searching for him, for Kili. It couldn't have been him. But even as her silver dagger spun through the air, landing in the back of an orc with a thud, she knew it was him.
She spun around, her auburn hair fanning out behind her, it was then that she saw him. Curled up on the ground in pain, his black hair dripping from sweat and river water. ''Kili.'' She whispered.
She heard a low gurgle and turned just as a white arrow pierced the skull of an orc. It fell to the ground, wriggling around.
Tauriel looked up, and saw Legolas. He looked at her warningly. She felt her cheeks flush in frustration, she couldn't get distracted. She turned back towards Kili, running as quickly as she could towards him.
An orc stood over him, preparing to plunge his twisted blade into the young dwarflings heart.
Kili gasped, trying to stand as the orc came closer. The orc smiled, clacking its teeth together in anticipation. It licked its lips, rasing its sword.
Kili braced himself for the blow, and flinched when a single silver dagger thudded into the orcs skull. Kili turned his head, and saw her. The elf lady Tauriel, she looked fierce and beautiful.
The sight of her gave him strength, and he slowly got up, reaching for the lever as the pain coursed through him. He wrapped his arms around the lever, pulling it down, it gave way, and he collapsed to the ground gasping.
The gate was raised and he heard Thorin shout his name. He groaned, and got to his feet, limping over to the edge of the river, and then jumping into his barrel.
At the impact the arrow broke, leaving nothing but the head. Kili felt his head swim, and tried desperately to stay conscious. The pain flooded his thigh, crawling up his waist and up to his chest. He felt it curling its viscous claws around his heart, he shook his head, wiping the water away from his eyes.
Gloin steadied his bucket, grunting in worry. Kili shook his head, and held onto the edge of the barrel, assuring Gloin that he was okay.
Gloin let go of his bucket and was spun past Kili by the current.
Kili let out a breath, looking down at the bright red blood that was staining the water in the barrel, he silently cursed himself. He had lied to Tauriel.
He was reckless.