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Kili clenched his jaw, and watched as Bilbo scampered up the dwarf ramp. His leg was hurting more than usual, and he couldn't stop thinking about the infection.
''Your turn.'' Thorin whispered, waiting for him to run up before he followed. Kili inwardly groaned, and ran up his friends as fast as possible. He was grateful that he wasn't part of the ramp, and that he instead was able to do the easy part. He flinched a pain ran up his leg, making his heart skip a beat., He took a deep breath, and looked around at the weapons room.
There were swords and spears, all sorts of mallets and axes lining the walls. He picked up a light blade, and piled it in his arms, picking up a spear for Bifur while he was at it. He hopefully looked for a bow, wanting more than anything to feel the smooth wood of a dwarven bow again... Or maybe he wanted an elven bow.
He shook the thought from his head. Tauriel was far away, his own name just a leaf floating in the breeze in her mind. Drifting away. Kili picked up some more swords, realizing that he had more than enough weapons. He turned to leave, but Thorin stopped in front of him, setting a bundle of blades in his already filled arms.
Kili grunted, the pressure he had to put on his leg making tears well up in his brown eyes. ''Are you okay?'' Thorin asked, looking into his eyes. His uncles icy blue gaze rooting him to the spot. Kili saw his uncles eyes dart down to his wound, the back to his face. Thorin narrowed his eyes, the time seeming to slow.
''I'm fine.'' Kili broke the awkward silence, and turned toward the wooden staircase. He gently took the first step, the second one seeming to get farther away. He took a larger step, and his knee buckled, sending him and the weapons tumbling down the short first flight of stairs.
''Kili!'' Thorin shouted, then froze, listening. Kili heard shouts of alarm, and winced. He was suc a fool. He had always learned that when he was sick to never use stairs. He was told to use the dwarf ramp out of the weapons house.
He looked about him, and saw some blood staining the wooden floor, his wound was bleeding again, and the guards were upon them. A spear was pointed as his face. Thorin and the others picking up weapons to defend him.
The head guard jabbed the spear closer to Kili, and told his friends to drop their arms. Kili could hear the rest of the company also being captured. Thorin looked at Kili, and seemed to hesitate, but then dropped his sword with anger gleaming in his blue gaze.
He had failed the company, and he was going to die. And this time no beautiful elven maiden with fiery red hair could save him.
A/N: I know it's a really short one, but the ending was so perfect. More is coming. I promise!