Thankyou so much for all the reviews! I have made revisions to the first two chapters, and will continue to revise the rest of the story. I realized that I was being a little clingy to the movie storyline, and realized I should branch out more and embrace the character. Also I will add more conversation.


Kili groaned in frustration, the weapons Bard had brought them were fishing tools, not tools of war. He shook his head, and looked to Fili. He too, was very disappointed, and lamely picked up one of the offered items.

''What is this?'' He whispered to Kili, his blue eyes filled with frustration. ''We paid him for weapons, not fishing tools.'' He threw the weapon down on the table, crossing his arms in a rather defiant way. Kili agreed with his brother. They had paid him for weapons, shelter, and food. So far he had only given them shelter.

''This is the best in Laketown. All of the other weapons are held in the armoury. Which it is impossible to enter without being caught.'' Bard warned, his sounded truthful, and yet Kili had more hope in his friends than Bard. He had seen the skill that every one of the dwarves had, and didn't doubt them.

''We head for this ''armoury'' by sundown.'' Thorin said gruffly, his greyish-blue eyes piercing Kili. He slowly looked down to Kili's leg, concern etched into his features. He took a couple of steps forward, gesturing for Kili to sit on a small wooden armchair.

''You cannot leave this house.'' Bard said, his words silencing everyone in the room. Kili was inwardly glad for the distraction, because he heart filled with dread at the idea of Thorin looking at his wound.

''And why not?'' Thorin replied steadily, barely holding his anger at bay.

''There are guards surrounding my house, and they will catch you the moment you leave.'' Bard was pleading now. With three children and no wife to help him, he must have felt the pressure of keeping his children safe more than anyone in the room.

Kili was a mix of emotions. He was angry that Bard wasn't letting them leave, but also felt sympathy for the man. All in all he felt the pressure of hiding his wound from his uncle, who would never let the youngest Durin continue on in the quest if he knew it was infected.

''Kili?'' Bofur laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, ''Are you okay?'' His brown eyes were filled with concern.

''I'm fine!'' Kili snapped, moving away from the older dwarf. He hated feeling smothered, and the smell of fish made him want to gag. If Thorin left him behind he felt like he would die.

''He's been acting strangely. I think you should talk to him.'' Bofur whispered to Thorin, he sounded hurt and concerned. Kili sighed, he shouldn't have yelled at Bofur. Kili remembered when he and Fili had gone and tormented Bofur with pranks, and the older dwarf had let them. Smiling through it all, and even helping them at times.

''Give him his space, he probably is just concerned for the well-being of the quest, that's all.'' Thorin walked away, looking at something out the window. His uncle was a kingly dwarf, and cared for his relatives more than anyone, but ever since the journey began he had started to act strangely. No longer asking regularly how his nephews were doing, instead he would gaze at the mountain.

''I heard you yell at Bofur. Let me bandage the wound again, it can't hurt to keep it clean.'' Fili whispered, clapping Kili on the back. The gesture sent rivulets of pain through Kili, and he gasped in shock at the sheer agony. Slowly he limped down to the bathroom, refusing to let the rest of the company see him in pain.

The door slammed open and close, and Kili popped his head around the corner. Bard had left, and Thorin was looking at the door warily.

Kili looked to Bard's son, he looked at Kili sadly, and slowly sat down on an iron stool. Kili winced as his brother quickly wrapped the wound, then he spoke up. ''What is your name?''

The boy looked up at Kili, ''Bain.'' He said quickly, then looked to his sisters. ''That is Tilda, and Sigrid. Sigrid is the eldest.'' He pointed over to where the two girls were making what smelled like dinner.

''How did you get hurt?'' The youngest child, Tilda asked, her eyes bright and curious. She had light brown hair and a small childish face, more than likely she inherited her features from her mother.

''Orc attack on the river. The shot him with one of their cursed arrows.'' Fili replied, yanking the bandage into a knot. ''Serves him right, shouldn't be doing things that'll get him killed.'' Fili smiled after he spoke, his blue gaze locked with the older sister, Sigrid, and then went down to his hands. Kili narrowed his eyes, and saw a light blush tinting his older brother's cheeks.


A few hours later...

Kili started awake. His head was pounding and his fingertips numb. He glanced at Fili, who was still sound asleep, then rolled up his pant leg, revealing the open wound. He hissed through clenched teeth, looking at the angry flesh. It was inflamed and red, puss lingering at the edges of the gash. Dark black blood pulsed from it, and it dripped onto the wooden floor.

Kili looked around, seeing everyone was resting he continued in his work. He had a hard time believing that it could have gotten infected that quickly. As he looked closer at the puncture wound, he realized that it had an eery sheen to it. ''Oh no...'' It was infected, by poison. It must have been a morgul shaft and now he had absolutely no hope of survival.

What would he do? Tell Thorin he was going to die, and he wanted to continue on with the quest? No, he could never do that. He wouldn't let his pain show, and he wasn't going to worry his brother or uncle. They deserved to be in bliss, not knowing what was happening. A thought occurred to him.

What if Gandalf helped him? He was a wizard, and a great one. When the company met him on the overlook, he could heal Kili.


Thorin paced the small house, looking over to where Kili and Fili sat. Kili was fast asleep, leaning his head against his brother's shoulder. Thorin smiled, watching the dark-haired dwarfling sleep. Kili was strong, and Thorin had nothing to worry about. The wound was healing, and the quest would continue without a hitch.

''Thorin.'' Balin said, rousing Thorin from his thoughts. ''Rest of the company's ready to leave. Bard could be back any time now. Wake Kili and let's be off.''

Thorin nodded, and went over to the two sleeping dwarves. Fili opened his eyes, and sat up, shaking Kili lightly. His blue eyes widened in amusement, and he shook Kili harder. His younger brother jerked awake, wincing before he punched his brother in the arm.

''We have to go.'' Thorin whispered, placing a hand on Kili's shoulder, stopping him from provoking his brother further.

''Yes uncle.'' Kili stood, and stumbled, favoring his left leg, before smiling and looking back at Thorin. Worry was in his gaze, and Thorin narrowed his eyes. What was his nephew hiding? He had been acting oddly, and wasn't as energetic as he used to. He helped the dwarfling up, and opened his mouth to ask him if he was okay.

''My leg fell asleep, that's all.'' Kili said hastily, walking away from Thorin quickly,. He was still leaning more on his right side, and Thorin could see a blood stain on his pant leg.

''Kili.'' Thorin hissed, bringing him to a halt. ''Let me see the wound, I need to make sure you're okay.'' He felt a knot of worry build up in his throat, he cared for his nephews, and hated it when they hid things from him. And he always worried for their safety. His sister was a very unforgiving person, and when it came to her sons she was as protective as a mother bear.

''I'm okay.'' Kili smiled brightly, walking over to the door and slipping outside to join the company. Thorin frowned, Kili was lying to him, and he hated not knowing whether he was okay or not.