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Chapter 11

"Fíli!"

Kíli lunged as Fíli disappeared over the edge. When Kíli reached the edge and looked down, he saw Fíli had grabbed on to a ledge along the rock face and was dangling over the bottomless dark pit. The look on Fíli's face was of surprise and shock. Kíli reached towards his brother. "Fíli, grab my hand!"

Fíli looked up to his brother and reached with his free hand. Their fingertips brushed but their arms weren't long enough. "I can't reach!"

"Come on, Fee!"

Fíli could feel his fingers slipping off the rock from his hands sweating. With determination he swung to gain momentum. Each motion of his rocking form made his fingers slide just a little bit more. He had only one shot at this. As soon as he thought he had enough, he jumped, his hand falling from the rock. Kíli grabbed onto Fíli's wrist, catching him from falling. Once their grasp was solid they brought their other hands and wrapped them around the other's wrist as Kíli pulled Fíli up to safety.

As soon as Fíli was on solid ground, they fell on it, lying on the land while heaving heavily. After a moment of silence, Kíli turned to his brother and asked between breaths, "What in Durin's name were you doing?"

Fíli shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I didn't see the ledge."

"You didn't see the ledge? Aüle, Fíli, how could you miss it?"

Fíli shook the images out of his head. To be honest, he didn't even know that he was anywhere near the mines. While at the celebration he thought he had seen an Orc running down the hall. When he had reached the hall, the landscape changed. No longer was he standing in Erebor. Instead he found himself back out on the fields of the Desolation of Smaug. No one could be seen but a faint voice could be heard. Not just any voice, Kíli's voice. "Fíli!" He would call out.

Fíli had followed the voice until he found himself between a set of boulders when he spotted Kíli who was looking around, oblivious to Azog sneaking up behind him with his mace raised. Fíli tried to yell to his brother, warn him, but no sound would come out so he went to run to his brother when the world fell out from under him. It was then that he found himself dangling from the rock face over the deep mine shaft where all of the jewels and precious gems of Erebor could be found hidden in the rock.

"Fíli!"

Fíli was pulled from the thoughts of the hallucination by Kíli yelling his name and shaking his shoulder. When he turned to look at his brother, he saw that Kíli's brown eyes were watching him with a worried look. "Did you hear me?"

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I asked if you were going to tell me what was going on or not?"

As much as Fíli did not want to tell him, he was tired of keeping secrets. After all, Kíli already knew about his battle with Azog and why he had attacked Dwalin and him so why would he start lying to him again? Therefore, Fíli explained what he saw.

When he finished, Kíli said, "I thought you were doing better."

"I thought so, too. I'm sure it's nothing."

"I don't know, Fíli. Perhaps we should ask Gandalf…"

"Ask me what?"

The brothers spun around to see the old wizard standing behind them with Radagast at his side.

"Gandalf? What are you doing here?" Kíli asked as he and Fíli got to their feet.

"We were just taking a stroll," Radagast replied.

"How long have you been standing there, exactly?" Fíli asked, trying to dust off the grime from his royal clothing.

Gandalf just smirked as he leant against his staff. "Long along, I'm afraid. Perhaps we should go sit down and have a little talk."

Fíli and Kíli turned to each other and gave their brother that look that they had given each other many times in their youth and a few times on their quest. It was the look that said they were in for it now.

Fíli was quite alright telling Gandalf what was going on; however, when he had followed Gandalf and Radagast into the council room, he was not quite as eager to speak when he saw Thorin, as well as a few other members of the company, waiting for them. Apparently he had noticed his two nephews run from the feast and had grown concerned. He was going to send Dwalin to go find what they were doing but Gandalf had volunteered, making the excuse that he wanted to show Radagast around Erebor.

Thankfully - or unfortunately - Kíli could see the hesitation in his brother's face and decided he would take it upon himself to start the conversation. "Fíli was the one that killed Azog."

"Kíli!" Fíli hissed at his brother.

But it was too late. The damage was done. The moment the words had left Kíli's lips and hit the listening ears of Thorin, Thorin's hard gaze turned to that of amazement and landed directly on Fíli. "You killed Azog?"

Fíli sighed before slowly nodding. "How?"

Fíli found himself recounting the events as of his battle with Azog after Thorin had been rendered unable to fight. After that tale, Fíli couldn't find it in himself to explain anymore so Kíli chimed in, explaining how Fíli had thought Dwalin was Azog and how Fíli had been having nightmares about fighting Azog when he cut him and then ended the turn of events with the newest incident with the mine shaft.

While Kíli explained all of this, Fíli could feel Thorin's gaze watching him. He began to feel a little uncomfortable under his uncle's scrutiny however, he realized that the feeling of discomfort was not from Thorin watching him but Radagast, who was circling Fíli and leaning in closely, muttering incomprehensible nonsense and sometimes even sniffing him.

"Why didn't you tell me before now?" Thorin asked.

"I wanted to, Uncle, but I was...I'm sorry, what exactly are you doing?" Fíli asked Radagast as the crazy old wizard began to examine one of Fíli's braids on his head.

But Radagast did not answer him. Instead he sniffed it and turned his head away as if he had smelt something foul. "Not good."

"Not good? What's not good?" Kíli asked.

Again, Radagast didn't answer. Instead he took a bit of Fíli's free hair and pulled, tearing a strand of Fíli's hair from his scalp. Fíli winced in pain and instantly rubbed the new sore spot on his head as Radagast walked away, his eyes crossed as he stared at the strand of hair while walking towards Gandalf. When he was close enough he held the strand out for Gandalf. "Smell this."

Everyone but the two wizards seemed slightly disturbed by the request that was just made. Gandalf took a whiff of the strand of Fíli's hair and instantly recoiled, giving Radagast the same shocked stare that the brown wizard had made. "Are you sure?"

Radagast nodded. "I'm sorry, can someone please explain what is going on?" asked Bilbo.

"My dear, Bilbo, it seems that Fíli here has had a touch of dark magic. Not just any dark magic, the dark magic of a powerful witch. Ravina."

"Who?" Kíli asked.

Thorin looked to Gandalf with a questionable look. "Are you sure?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Is anyone going to explain what exactly is going on and who this Ravina is?" Kíli asked rather irritably.

TBC...

Yep, so Thorin now knows. I'm sure you are all glad to hear that but poor Kili is so lost. I love Radagast. :) Please read and review!