A/N: Thank you to all those who took the time to review! And NenYim, I had never even heard of "Oakentoons" until you reviewed! That's hilarious!

Anyways, here goes!

The next morning Fili woke to a strange noise. He sat up in bed and looked over to his brother's bed. Kili was making a noise somewhere between a moan and a mewl. Fili rushed to his bed. When Kili saw his brother's face, he immediately relaxed, but he still looked very unsure.

"Do you know where we are, brother?" Kili shook his head, wincing. "We're in Rivendell, with the elves. They're fixing you up," Fili explained. "Do you want to sit up a bit, Kili?" Kili nodded. Fili gathered a few more pillows, pulled Kili into a sitting position, and piled the pillows up behind his brother. As he lowered Kili back down, he quickly adjusted the pillows so Kili looked more comfortable. "Comfortable?"

Kili smiled. Fili noticed now that the adorably crooked smile he'd always had was now a little more crooked. He didn't dwell on that, and instead decided to make Kili keep smiling. It was a nice sight to see. "Ma would cringe to see how you are being spoiled. You have more pillows on your bed right now than there are in all of Ered Luin." More crooked smiling, and also a sharp exhale of air that seemed to be a chuckle. Fili brought a chair and propped his feet up on the rail of Kili's bed.

Before Fili could coax out any more crooked smiles, Elrond walked in. "Good morning. I was hoping you would be awake," he said, smiling. "If Kili is up to it, I would like to spend some time with him, trying to ascertain just how much damage was done." Kili tensed slightly, so Elrond continued, "It won't hurt. I just need to talk to you."

When he'd received an agreement from Kili, Fili tried to get out of the way. He sat on the foot of Kili's bed, as there was plenty of room there due to the fact that the bed was elf-sized. Elrond hovered over Kili, observing how his eyes were moving and asking him to look certain directions.

He tried to get Kili to follow his instructions, but the dwarfling looked solely at Fili. He had been afraid it would come to this. He'd had to separate his own sons numerous times to get one or the other's full attention.

"Fili, I need you to deliver a message to Mithrandir, to Gandalf," he said, scribbling down a hasty note, folding it, and handing it to Fili. The young dwarf looked at his brother, not wanting to leave him. "Kili will be fine. This message is quite urgent, however," he added. In actuality, the message simply said 'Please find a way to occupy this young dwarf so that I may tend to his brother in peace.'

Fili was trying to read the Elf's expression, but couldn't. "Okay. Kili, I'll be right back," he said to his brother, smiling. Kili looked unsure, biting his lip. To both Fili's and Elrond's surprise, Kili eventually nodded. Fili took the paper and left, Kili watching him go.

Elrond asked Kili to wiggle his fingers after releasing his hand from the binding for his injured shoulder. He seemed to have a lot of trouble getting his left fingers to respond, because they were curled into a fist. Elrond wasn't sure if his hand did this because of the shoulder injury or due to some type of nerve damage. He feared t was the latter because the dwarfling's left foot was also very tense, curling inwardly.

Seeing the tension and weakness in the dwarf's left side in conjunction with the fact that most of his seizures were confined to that side did not bode well. In his thousands of years of healing, he'd seen only a handful of head injuries resulting in that type of crippling, and even fewer in which the patient regained full use of those limbs.

Before he had time to further dwell on this, Kili started to seize, pitching to the left and into the pillows lined against the bed. He convulsed for over a minute, but even after he stilled, consciousness did not return fully. He stared at the ceiling and moved his mouth as though eating. All attempts to get his attention failed. It was another few minutes before his mind seemed to return to the present.

"Are you back with me, penneth?" Elrond asked softly, leaning to try to catch the dwarf's gaze. Very sluggishly, Kili met Elrond's eyes, his eyelids drooping dramatically. His eyes then roved around. Elrond immediately understood what he was looking for. He was searching for his brother. When he did not see Fili, he began to panic, breathing erratically. Before Elrond could attempt to calm him, he began to whine, his face screwing up.

Elrond gently turned Kili's face to look at him. "Hush, Kili. Fili is not in the room. He went to deliver a message and will be back soon. You are safe," he said softly, yet in a commanding tone.

Kili resisted briefly, but then relaxed.

"I have a few questions for you, and then you may rest," the elf said. Elrond noted that his gaze was shaky and faltering, and he seemed detached. Despite the effort on Elrond's part, Kili was unable to answer the questions, and Elrond was fairly certain that the dwarfling was only grasping parts, if any, of what he was saying.

Fili entered in a flurry. "I do not appreciate being sent on fools' errands," he said.

"I needed Kili to pay attention to someone other than yourself. You were distracting him and I sent you away to ascertain Kili's level of functioning," Elrond said simply. "We are finished, though, so I will leave the two of you alone."

Fili took his place again in the chair beside Kili's bed as his younger brother fell asleep yet again. Elrond left the dwarves alone and went in search of their uncle, finally able to give him the answers he was looking for regarding his nephew, though he knew they were not the answers he was hoping for.

A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter. The next one will be longer.