Daisy woke again to someone ripping off whatever was wrapped around her, and they were having a hard time with it. She opened her eyes; her face now cleared, and in the dim light saw it was Kili.

"What happened?" she asked thickly. She felt as if someone had drugged her.

"Spiders," he replied seriously. "Bilbo's leading them off now. We are not well off, but you seem to be hit the worst, so over all we're too bad."

Daisy sat up and felt her head spin, but helped Kili get the rest of the webbing off her. Thorin was glaring at them, but was silent.

Daisy stood wobbly, trying to shake off the effects of the spider's venom.

Bilbo came running back. "We must hurry, I'm sure they will come back soon!" he panted.

Daisy took a few steps forward to be closer to the group, however this made her head swim horribly and her stomach churn uneasily. She took a few more steps out of the group to be sick in the bushes, or what passed as bushes.

Kili followed her over to make sure she was ok. Fili appeared at her other elbow.

"How are you feeling? Will you be ok?" he asked concerned, placing a hand on her arm. "You look pale."

Daisy took a deep breath and clutched her sides. "I'll be fine, just spider poison," she gasped out.

Thorin stood over behind them. "Will you be able to run?" he asked gruffly.

"Yes," Daisy stood up defiantly facing Thorin. He had been acting strange around her the past several weeks, sometimes ignoring her and sometimes being almost nice.

"Great, now we really need to go!" Bilbo stressed.

Daisy started running with the dwarves, but almost immediately had to stop and hold her head. Then she felt herself thrown over someone's back.

"Put your arms around my neck and hold on," Thorin instructed. Daisy obeyed. Riding on his back was not much better than running, but it was an improvement. She held on tight to Thorin, happy to be this close to him and trying not to puke into his hair. It would be a shame to ruin it. But somehow she had the feeling that if someone could still look majestic with puke in their hair, it was Thorin.

They ran into another group of elves, and were once again struck asleep by a flash of light. Since Thorin and Daisy were the first to run into them, they were hit the worst and remained asleep longer than the others. So when the others woke up and continued on, Thorin and Daisy were left behind.

Thorin woke before Daisy did. He was confused as to why something was clinging to his back, but then he remembered and pulled the hobbit woman around in front of him.

"Daisy, wake up," he shook her gently. She gave no response. He shook her again and she gave a little moan this time, but still didn't wake. Her body began to shake, although he knew she wasn't cold. In fact, she was burning with fever. Thorin fought the urge to panic; it must have been the spider's venom.

"Daisy, come on, wake up!" he shouted, getting desperate. He hadn't even noticed everyone was gone.

She still did not wake, but leaned toward him and his warmth. He took her in his arms and yelled in frustration.

This was how the elves found them. Knowing Daisy needed their help, Thorin didn't fight them when they stood him up and marched him to the elf king's hall.

Once they passed the elf king's gates, Daisy woke up.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"We've been captured by elves, but I'm sure they will heal you of the spider's poison," Thorin answered her quietly.

Daisy nodded. "I can walk; you don't have to carry me," she said.

"There's no need, I have no problem carrying you."

"Thorin, please put me down," she said.

Thorin's heart sank; she couldn't wait to get away from him. He had tried to hide his feelings for her, but in the end he had only pushed her away. With a sigh he set her down.

The lead elf stopped walking and turned to look at them, surprise on his fair features.

"Amazing," he whispered. "One of our kind would be more strongly affected by the spiders' venom for the amount of time you have. What race are you, lady?"

"I'm a hobbit," she said proudly, lifting her head and holding onto Thorin for support.

When they were taken before the king, he was also impressed with the hobbit, having never seen one before.

After he finished angrily interrogating Thorin about why he attacked his elves and getting no clear answer in response, other than 'we were starving', he turned his attention to Daisy. Talking with Thorin only irritated him further, and it wouldn't do to strangle his captive, especially where there was a lady present.

"One of my people said you were a hobbit, what exactly is a hobbit?" he asked in the most charming voice he could. He knew dwarves were incredibly possessive, and from the way he had seen the dwarf king look at and treat the hobbit woman, he guessed he was sweet on her. At least he could annoy the dwarf this way.

"A hobbit is exactly what I am," she replied. The poison had taken an even greater toll on her, but she refused to burden Thorin with having to carry her. The elf king had also not been nice to Thorin, and she was trying her best not to be sick on his floors. Needless to say, Daisy was not in the best condition to be speaking with the elf king.

Daisy tightened her hold on Thorin's arm as the room spun around her. She tried closing her eyes, but that only made it worse.

The elf king noticed and called out something in elvish. An elf attendant rushed over to the dwarf and the hobbit.

"Let me take her, we can heal her body of the spiders' sting," he said. Thorin grudgingly let the elf take her.

As the elf swooped her up in his arms, Daisy knew she couldn't hold it in any longer. She was already feeling very dizzy, and feeling sick from that. The elf picking her up just pushed her over the edge. Her stomach protested the sudden movement by emptying itself all over the elf who had kindly picked her up.

The elf and the elf king were somewhat shocked, but the elf just took her out of the room as planned. The elf king was concerned. If she lived, it would be nice to keep her around; she would be an interesting study.

Thorin allowed himself a grim smile, proud in a way that it was the elf she had been sick on.

Once Daisy was safely away, the king glared down at the dwarf.

"Guards, take him to the dungeon!" he ordered. If he didn't get the dwarf out of his sight, he would be strongly tempted to do harm to him. It would also get him out of the way and give him and the other elves to be curious about the hobbit away from Thorin's protective glare.

Thanks to all who read, as a heads up, some fluff may be ahead, plus Thurandil (idk if that's how it's spelt) being curious about Daisy!

As always, reviews welcome