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Through the rain Fíli saw glimpses of Elladan and Elrohir taking down Orc after Orc, never stopping or faulting in their movements. They were graceful and strong, yet fierce and deadly, everything he wanted to be when he started training. Fíli decided he was going to make sure that it was them who taught him when he was older, or the person who had trained them as he wanted to be just as good.

As he slowly moved backwards he stumbled a little on a root, and realised this meant he was near the trees. He looked away from the battle briefly to look for the tree Elrohir had been climbing and spotted it off to his left. Focusing on the battle once more he made his way across slowly in order to wait for one of his brothers.

Lightning lit the clearing and illuminated the battlefield, allowing Fíli to see that there were a large number of Orcs who were strewn across the ground, and two glints of silver from the Elvish blades that were still cutting the enemy down. Elladan and Elrohir had managed to eliminate half their enemy by now and neither appeared to be tiring or slowing down.

Fíli jumped when the thunder hit and despite what was happening around him he threw his hands up to cover his ears, careful not to cut his cheek open with the dagger that was still in his hands. The thunder was getting louder and it had frozen him to the spot, he was too scared to even think about moving anymore. He decided he was just going to wait where he was until Elrohir came and helped him.

There was another flash of lightning revealing the twins clearly for the first time since they had met the Orcs. Fíli watched as one of the twins blocked two Orcs with his swords, stabbed one, punched the other, and with a flourish of his swords suddenly neither Orc had a head as their bodies toppled to the ground.

Despite all the noise Fíli heard a cry making him turn his head to the right to see where it had come from,

"FÍLI! NOOOOOOO!"

He knew that voice. "Unca…?" Fíli asked before a pain erupted in his chest, making him stumble backwards from the force of the hit and he looked down to see an arrow protruding from his chest.

Fíli gasped in pain before his legs gave way and he hit the ground, sprawled on his back gasping for breath. As his vision dimmed, he heard his name being called but didn't know where it was coming from or who had called it. As the darkness took hold he could make out the outlines of two beings before his eyes slid shut and he knew no more.

Elladan and Elrohir moved effortlessly and in synch with each other's movements. Where one would let their guard down temporarily, the other would cover until they could correct their stance. They had always worked like this, two halves making a whole, complimenting and strengthening the others fighting style or occasionally lack of.

They were making easy work of their enemy, the Orcs had really only landed a couple of glancing blows and that was only to areas that were protected, they might gain a couple of bruises if nothing else. The rain was making it easier for them as well as unlike their enemies their eyes were unaffected by the darkness that was occasionally destroyed by the bright light.

Elrohir glanced over his shoulder at Fíli as a burst of thunder rolled through the area and saw that the dwarfling who had clapped his hands to his ears and looking wildly around in terror was near the tree.

"He's in place! Cover me so I can help him into the tree!" Elrohir yelled, turning his attention hastily back to the battle in order to stop an Orc from bashing his head in.

He and Elladan tried to gain enough time to help the dwarfling when another bolt of lightning struck, and a cry pierced the air.

"FÍLI! NOOOOOOO!"

Both elves were currently tangled with an Orc and a Warg so they couldn't turn to see where the cry had come from, but they both clearly heard the twang from a bowstring milliseconds after the cry. Elladan and Elrohir felt their blood turn to ice as through all the noise they heard a sickening thud and a small gasp.

Killing their opponents they spun on the spot and the air left their lungs as though they had been punched in the chest when they spotted the one being they were looking for. Illuminated by yet another flash of lightning was Fíli; soaked to the skin from the rain, pale from the cold and fear and his head slightly bowed as he looked at the arrow sticking out of his chest, just shy of where his heart was. His blue eyes blinked in surprise as he looked at Elladan and Elrohir before he stumbled backwards slightly and fell flat on his back, the sounds of him gasping for breath like someone was screaming in their ears.

"FÍLI!" They screamed.

The elves looked at each other in horror before turning to take down four more Orcs who thought it would be a good idea to sneak up on them when their backs were turned, they were going to make this filth pay for what they had done, then they were going to save Fíli by any means necessary.

Thorin thought his heart had frozen in his chest even as he kicked Acorn into motion and charged down the slope towards his nephew. He heard the hooves of all the other horses close behind as they charged towards the Orcs.

What if he's... "No" Thorin whispered to himself. He wouldn't think about that, he wouldn't let his mind finish that question because he knew it to be a lie. Fíli would be fine, he had to be. Thorin didn't think he'd survive his grief if something happened to his golden-haired nephew.

"You lot, capture the one with bow if possible, kill the rest!" He heard Dwalin bellow somewhere behind him, unable to stop his voice from cracking.

Thorin and his companions charged towards Fíli, whilst the soldiers broke rank and went after the remaining Orcs, there weren't many of them as the elves had managed to eliminate more than half of their number.

Thorin watched as the two elves raced over to Fíli and crouched either side him.

"Fíli!" Thorin yelled as he dismounted Acorn when he drew near and raced to his nephew. Thorin froze when he saw Fíli more clearly. His nephew was pale, so pale he looked like he could have matched freshly fallen snow in colour, his hair was plastered to his forehead from the rain, his eyes were closed and face was clear of pain which was a bad sign, but what caught Thorin's attention the most was the blood that was pooling quickly on his tunic around the shaft of the arrow.

He threw himself at the ground near Fíli's head and looked at the two elves who were talking rapidly in Elvish, hands moving quickly over Fíli's body, although what they were searching for Thorin had no clue.

Suddenly one of the elves let out a piercing whistle whilst the other scooped Fíli into his arms and stood.

"Where do you think yer going?! Put him down or I'll separate yer head from yer body elf!" Dwalin roared, drawing his sword and pointing it at the two elves. Dwalin and the rest of the company had stayed just behind Thorin, partly to avoid intruding on Thorin's pain, but also because they really didn't want to see where the arrow had hit, but their efforts were for nothing as it was the only thing that they could focus on.

The elf that wasn't carrying Fíli looked at the group of dwarves in anger. "We are taking Fíli to Ered Luin to a healer, he's barely hanging in there and we refuse to let him die. We do not know what claim you think you have to him, and seeing as we don't know you or what your relationship to him is we are not surrendering him to you either." Elrohir spat back at Dwalin, walking up to him until he was towering over the dwarf with anger etched into his normally carefree face.

Thorin glared up at the elf holding Fíli "He is my nephew, I am the only one here who has a claim to him." His voice was angry but it was controlled; he was trying to hold it together for Fíli. He wasn't going to let him die and these elves were saying that they wanted to help him. Whilst he hated elves with a passion he wasn't about to turn away any help when the situation was so dangerous.

Elladan glanced at his brother in surprise, so this dwarf must be part of the family that Fíli was trying to run from. Yet this dwarf had brought out an army with him in order to rescue his nephew, it didn't exactly scream 'unloved' to either elf like Fíli said he was.

"If you want your nephew to survive Master dwarf, then I suggest you let us help." Elladan looked past Thorin to where his and Elrohir's horses came galloping in to view from the forest.

"We are going to ride into Ered Luin and I would recommend you do the same."

Elladan waited for his brother to mount his horse before he handed Fíli up to him, Elrohir holding Fíli close to him and pressing his hand to Fíli's chest to try and help stop the blood that was escaping. Elladan snatched their packs off the ground and mounted his horse, glanced at the group of dwarves who were re-saddled and urged his horse into a gallop back towards Ered Luin with his brother and their precious cargo right next to him and the dwarven company close behind.

Elrohir and Elladan looked at their friend in fear

Hang in there Fíli, hang in there.