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Everyday, Tauriel would watch her child grow, as well as her husband. The boys were soon sprouting their very first whips of hair of their beard to be, a proud moment for the family, whilst Gil was growing more and more beautiful by the day. She was soon the same height as her father, but still younger than the boys. They would be seen everywhere together. The boys always wanting to play adventures and Gil, being the archer came along of course.

When they were younger, the boys always got a smack, for not letting Gil play with them because she was a girl. Fili told them about Tauriel and of course their own mother, who, in his opinion was the best warrior armed with a frying pan this side of the misty mountains. But now, they wouldn't leave without her.

She had the same look of her father and the same untidy hair as well that Tauriel often moaned at when she tried to brush and braid it. But Gil didn't want it braided, a simple hair clasp would do. Kirin and Thara meanwhile, were always trailing dirt and twigs into the family rooms. Fili and Merira often heard them getting scolded from Dis when ever she had the chance.

"I thought that was our job." Fili said, smirking at his wife as their sons soon got another ear bashing from Dis. Merira smiled. "Oh, I think she enjoys it, from not having to do it to you for so long." Fili smiled and pulled a face.

Everyday, Kili would go out with his daughter, she had inherited her parent's love of archery. For her part, she was rather good at it, always hitting her target. She would watch her father sometimes when Kili had to be by himself for a moment, for what Fili called "A bad head". Gil looked at her mother. "Mama?" Tauriel looked at her. "Yes child?"

"Why does daddy go away?"
"Go away? Why, he's right here, with us." But Gil shook her head. "No, go away inside his head." Tauriel smiled, putting her bow down which she had been cleaning. "Your father sometimes has to move away and clear his head."

Gil nodded. "But I could help. I always make him smile." Tauriel smiled. "I know you do, but sometimes, we have to be by ourselves, alright?" Gil nodded and soon, Kili came back over, doing much better.

One afternoon, Gandalf came. The royal children ran over to him. To them, he seemed a giant and always brought the most interesting fireworks. He welcomed them and gave them all things from distant lands. But once the children were gone and he greeted everyone, he spoke to Balin. "How is he?"

Balin sighed, looked sad, angry and frightened at the same time. "No better, no worse." He led them through to the royal bed chambers. Fili watched him go and looked down, walking away. Thorin was in bed. The king was drenched in sweat, pale and dark shadows round his eyes. Dwalin and Oin were there as well. Gandalf walked over and sat down.

"Good Afternoon Thorin." Thorin looked at him and blinked once. "G-Gandalf… What brings you h-.. Here?"
"Your health. I see that has not improved."
"No…It h-Hasn't… Spider… Bite."

Three months ago, Thorin had been bitten on the leg by a nasty looking spider. Dwalin killed it, but the effect was almost instantaneous, Dwalin remembered it well…

Thorin lay on the ground shaking and crying out. It reminded Balin and Dwalin of Kili's fits. They layed the king on his side whilst Dwalin went for help. They had been out hunting, Thorin's idea to get away from everything once in a while. Thorin's body jerked as he threw up.

Balin winced as he looked at the thick, white substance that came from Thorin's mouth. It wasn't like any vomit, more like a paste. Dwalin came back with two guards, who put him on a stretcher they had made and carried him back to the mountain.

That night, Fili and Kili listened as Thorin screamed and cried out in agony as Oin worked as quickly as he could. He found where the spider bit. Thick and purple and cut it, draining it. Thorin screamed and sat up. If it wasn't for Dwalin, Oin would have most likely been dead by now. Thorin uttered something and then passed out.

Oin moved forward and spoke, disturbing the flashback that Dwalin was having.. "I've tried everything, Tauriel has also tried. The poison is removed, but the fever remains." Thorin coughed violently for a second before laying back down. Gandalf looked at Dwalin. "You saw the spider Dwalin?"

"Yeah, nasty lil' bugger."
"What did it look like?"
"Black, thick body… Had a weird mark on it's back."
"A mark? What type?" The wizard asked, frowning as he looked at the dwarf. Dwalin paused for a moment. "A Blue and red mark. Why?" Gandalf hummed and looked at Thorin, who had fallen into a fitful sleep.

"This requires more than my or Tauriel's help. I must seek Lord Elrond's help for this." Balin watched him as the wizard started to leave. "What type of spider is it?" Gandalf paused and looked back at them. "It came from a place which has already graced your halls once."

"Where is that?" Dwalin asked. Gandalf carried on walking. "I suggest you ask Kili." He was soon gone. Kili meanwhile, was helping his daughter collect golden leaves they would decorate her room with when Fili walked over. He looked at his niece. "Gil? I have to talk to your father, will you give us a moment?" Gil pouted, but nodded, running off to find her mother.

Kili looked at Fili. "What's wrong Fili?"
"It's Thorin."
In that moment, with that one word, Kili's world stopped.