I'm back XD

So sorry this took so long just had so much going on that getting this done and uploaded took a back seat. Life can he so hectic sometimes but could not wait to get back to this.

So here it is the next chapter which I hope you guys like. I will admit I did find this quite hard to write. Maybe because I just need to get back into the swing of writing again. But like I promised before I am not gonna abandon this story and will see it through to the end. No matter how long it takes.

Enjoy

Fili did not know how much longer he could continue at his current pace. Trying in vain to open the gap between himself and the quick perusing Orcs who were still firmly on his tail. He could feel the desperation growing in the pit of his chest as he could clearly hear the pounding feet and growls of his determined adversaries only a few yards behind.

The blonde haired prince did not dare to turn and look behind him. Choosing instead to just focus on what was ahead and locate any indications of a possible escape route. Though given the number of Orcs giving chase the possibility of out running them were next to none. There was the choice to maybe find a spot to hide and just wait it out until he was in the clear. But to do so he would need to put more distance between himself and them if he wanted to gain any chance of at least being able to slip away and out of sight. Though given the Orc impeccable sense of smell this brought up the prospect that that plan may not work either. All Fili could truly do was hold out and hope Kili makes it back to the others and rally to his aid.

Suddenly the body of a much larger individual landed just short of his retreating feet, nearly knocking the Dwarf over. He staggered but managed to saves himself and keep his legs from buckling as he kept going.

To somewhat relief Fili then spots an opening. He slips down a gap in between two buildings just as the swing of the Orcs blade make contact with the roof tiles. Slipping down the gap he used his hands to slow his decent until his feet connected with the ground. Taking a moment to catch his breath and look up from where he just came. Above he could see the ugly face of his attacker sneering down at him as the Orc was to large to fit down the narrow crevice. The sound of Black speech then filled the blonde princes ears as his pursuer shouted out to his comrades.

Laboured whistles sounded out as Fili continued to push air in and out between his closed teeth. Using this moment of safety to plan on his next move. Now that his pursuers had caught sight of him he knew his options where now even more limited. He could try and escape by using all of the narrow passageways but with the Orcs having a birds eye view of his every move. There was no possible way he would slip away unseen. All the prince could think of was if he could not loose them on land, than maybe he could by water. Being smaller he could easily slip under the docks and hopefully out their reach.

Not wasting another second the Dwarf chose his direction and made his way down the confined space. Having to adjust his body so his left shoulder was leading as the narrowness of the path was to small even for him to run down normally. The sound of his leather jacket scrapping along the concrete walls was then drowned out by the bellowing shrilling as his attacker soon realised he was on the move.

Just like before Fili could hear the distinctive heavy thud of feet pounding on tiles above his head. From all direction they became louder as his enemy closed the net in on him. Dread once again began to chip at his very soul and threaten take control. Never had he ever felt this vulnerable but he had to keep going. As if by relief the clearing ahead then exposed a pathway built over the lake he was heading for. He picked up even more speed as he psyched himself up to make the quickest sprint he had even performed in his life. Fili nearly tumbled as he broke free of the tight passageway but quickly regained his balance and made his dash for freedom.

Though he was moving as fast as his legs would carry him time still seemed to slow down as the waters edge came closer into view.

The prince was about to make the leap but unfortunately fate had other plans. As if out of no where a pair of large hands grabbed a hold of Fili's sword holster and pulled him backwards. The prince could feel the air being knocked out of his lungs as he landing uncomfortably on top of his weapon with a thud. Shaking the heavy mist from his temporary unfocused eyes the Dwarf heard the deep growls of the individuals who now surrounding him. Followed then by a large shadow standing triumphantly above him.

" Well now this is a great turn of events. One of the sons of Durrin at my mercy." Bolg sneered down at his prisoner. There was a strong hint of victory dripping throughout his tone.

" If you think you will get me to talk. Than you are very much mistaken. You will just have to kill me." Fili spat back as he pushed himself up. But was then immediately stopped in his tracks as the Orc planted its foot painfully on his abdomen. Causing the smaller being to wince out through gritted teeth and crumple back to the floor.

" Do not get ahead of yourself you will die. But firstly I have some other plans I need to fulfil."

" Save it I was not born yesterday. You know as well as me that spoiling the bait before capturing the true prize will only result in your superior not being to impressed. But if you think for a second I will give up my comrades to lesson my suffering. Than you are mistaken."

" Such a loyal dog, you sound exactly like your big mouthed little friend. Oakenshield must be so proud that his merry band of rodents are so faithful to him." A sinister grin creeped onto Bolg's face sending an icy chill down Fili's spine.

" Though I must admit I do like the defiant ones. It makes the breaking process so much more enjoyable to witness."

" Your intimidation does not frighten me scum." The prince growled in response. He then began to buckle and stretch at the ground in an attempt to get free despite the weight on his stomach. His desperate actions was then met by Bolg shoving his spiked club dangerously close to his face which coursing him to stop his struggling.

" Yet I can see it in your eyes...So tell me. Does one who is second in line to the throne protect his subjects to the end?. I already have two of my men guarding one of you rats. Should I just start with him and allow you to bear witness to what I am capable off?

A sense of horror then invaded the prince's mind. He had unknowingly left his younger behind with two of these monsters. How could he of been so stupid to believe that all of these scumbags would chase solely after him and leave their prisoner behind unattended. All he could hope for was that his sibling was ok and they did not get the drop on him.

Fili eyes went dark with pure hatred as his gaze did not falter with his enemies. He knew that he was trying to invoke a response to obtain some sort of sick pleasure. But as an act if defiance the Dwarf prince chose to keep his mouth shut. Yet this move only encouraged the Orc to keep going with his barrage of threats.

" Do you also want to know what else I have now planned?" Again the question was met by empty silence.

" Once I have secured your king and the rest of Oakenshield's band of freaks. I will leave yourself and your uncle until last and make you watch as I wipe each of them out personally."

Bolg pressed down further on his planted foot which earned a firm grunt from his captive.

" Yet my most enjoyable moment will be when I take the pleasure of ending your brother's pathetic existence. Watching you squirm as I slowly and precisely rip out his heart with my bear hands."

Still keeping his firm gaze fixed on Fili who had narrowed his gaze even more. The Orc could tell that he had indeed hit a nerve with the prince and wanted to respond. But instead was choosing to holding back his feeling in an act of defiance. In honesty the Orc was hoping for more of a game of words but time was short and he was growing bored with the lack of exchange. He took his foot of the young dwarf and stepped back " Get this scum to his feet."

In haste one of the nearest Orcs complied with his leaders instruction and reached down to pull blonde roughly up. At first his strained legs buckled under the weight of his body but was held upright by the tight grip on his shoulder. Though this action did helped him regain his balance and stop him crumbling back down to the ground.

Suddenly and from out know where Fili then hear the very distinctive sound of an object whiz above his head. Followed almost immediately by the squelch of flesh being pieced and blood churning gurgling. He quickly looked up and saw his captor clutching an arrow that was perusing out of it's neck. The Dwarf instinctively retreated away just in time as the larger individual fell forward and slammed to the floor dead.

There was a few seconds of silence as all that were present took in what just happened right before the echo of Bolg's voice rang out. Bellowing numerous instructions in black speech which called all of his men to attention. There was collective scrambling around as they began looking for the culprit.

Just then a few more arrows were sent flying, making easy precise contact and taking out a few more Orcs. This moment gave Fili the opportunity he needed to take out his own weapon and make quick work of one of the nearest individuals by delivering a swift stab to it's gut.

Retracting his blade the Dwarf prince quickly concluded that making a hasty retreat was the best thing to do while the Orcs were distracted. Yet as a couple of his enemy refocused their attention back onto him. The instinct to stay and fight drowned out the voice telling him to run.

As he was pounced upon and taking out his own opponents Fili kept a close eye on the larger hoard. He watched as the majority, including Bolg started scaling the wall to get to the source of the attack as it was evident the leaders focus had now changed. It was at that moment Fili noticed an arrow had indeed made contact with the leading Bolg's upper arm. Bad news for the individual that coursed the injury as this was now a personal vendetta.

The moment of distraction gave his last opponent an opportunity to gain the upper hand and punch the young Dwarf directly in the face, knocking him down and loosing his sword.

He looked up that the towering individual that cast a shadow over his smaller frame. Watching as it raised it's own rusty sword above it's head, ready to plunge it down into him and deliver the killing blow. Without thinking Fili kicked out his foot and made contact with the appendage right in between the Orcs legs. In all his years the Dwarf had never heard a more animalistic pained wail as he watched his enemy drop it's weapon, clutch it's groin and fall onto it's knees in sheer agony.

Not wasting another moment the blonde then grabbed the nearest sword which happened to be his opponents and stabbed it deeply into the Orcs head. With all his might he then twisted the blade letting out a almighty sickening crack as the side of it's skull was obliterated. He then watched on as it's body collapsed into a large heap.

Collecting his own sword it didn't take long for him to then climb the wooden building and pull himself up onto the roof. From there he could make out the agile shadow of a tall figure swiftly making their getaway. Followed by the hoard of Orcs in hot pursuit. Ignoring the repeated nagging voice in his head coaxing him just to turn away and make his own escape. The Dwarf could not in his suppress his own morality to just let the stranger face so many foes alone. So taking a deep steady breath the prince sprinted after them with no clear idea what he was going to do once he caught up.

Meanwhile the Company watch with uneasiness as an agitated Thorin placed back and fourth in front of them. None choosing to utter a single word as the atmosphere already felt so heavy.

" Of all the times to take a wonder why do my nephews choose to do so now?" The Dwarf leader sternly pondered out loud. Still not focusing on any particular individual or object.

" You could say the same about Bofur...leave them be. The walk and some fresh air may do them some good." Balin summoned up the courage to speak out. Sitting at the same table he had not moved from since hearing Bofur and the boys had gone walkabout.

"Not for this long, without word nor the time when we have more pressing matters." Finally Thorin stopped his circling and looked at the remaining members of his Company. "If them three are not back in 10 minutes so help me their right to take merry little walks will be suspended."

" You mean ground them? I do not think that will go down well. Especially with Bofur who would not be impressed being treated as a youngling." Dwalin who was leaning against the wall then interjected with a small smirk on his face.

The leader gave the larger dwarf an unamused stern glance before leaning forward on the table top. Pressing his bodyweight onto his clenched knuckles and lowering his voice into a more authoritarian tone.

" If he wants treated like a petulant teenager than that is how he will be treated. Which goes for all of them. If they have not returned in the time I have stated then we go looking."

This shift caught everyone present attention as it was clear their leaders patience indeed was wearing dangerously thin. They could all tell that the stress and feeling of anarchy within the group itself was getting to Thorin. To the point that one wrong word would probably send him into an unpredictable rage. Something half had witnessed before and never wanted to see again. While the other could safely conclude that the mere thought was bad enough.

Thorin opened his mouth to speak again when as if by fate the door suddenly burst open making all the rooms occupants jump into attack mode. Readying themselves for who or whatever was coming in. But no sooner did they draw their weapons they spotted two familiar silhouettes, one of which was half dragging the other inside.

" Oin! Bofur needs your help."

" By my beard what on earth happened to you lads?" Through wide eyes Oin quickly dropped his weapon and rushed forward to the injured pair. He unhooked Bofur's good arm from around Kili's shoulder while the younger dwarf still held onto his friend's jacket to give him extra support. They then both lead their comrade to the nearest chair to sit.

" Orcs are what happened. They are here...here in Laketown." Kili answered has he helped carefully ease Bofur down.

" Where is Fili?" Thorin's voice then spoke up. A hint of concern littering his every word.

The hat wearing Dwarf loudly hissed as Oin had finished pulling back his collar and was now in the process of removing his coat. " Playing distraction. I was being attacked and the lads stepped in to rescue me. Fili drew the Orcs away while Kili got me to safety."

All the colour in the Company leaders face drained as his previous anger was now overshadowed by pure fear. In that moment all earlier grievances did not matter. Not while one of his kin was in danger. Coming back to his own Thorin did not need to bark orders as all the other dwarves had already gathered their weapons and were poised to head out. All they waited for now was their King to take the lead.

" Oin and Kili you stay here and take care of Bofur. The rest of you are with me." Thorin was already heading for the door along with the rest of the Company. But stopped in his tracks when his youngest nephew protested.

" What you can't expect me to stay behind not while my brother is still out there."

By this point the others had all exited accept the Dwarf leader who still stood in the doorway looking directly at him " You are staying here Kili. From what I can see you did not get of without a scratch. I cannot take the chance of you being put in harm's way until I know for certain you are 100% fit to fight."

" Besides lad I will need someone's help and right now and apart from Bofur I do not know all the injuries he has sustained." Oin added as a way to maybe encourage the youngster to stay behind.

" Well Bofur can easily tell you."

Thorin held up a firm hand in frustration and to halt his nephews arguing " No arguments Kili that is an order. We have already wasted to much time here."

The Dwarf prince then watched on as his uncle left without another word. He stared at the open door for a few more seconds before letting out a huff of annoyance and kicked the nearby table leg.

" Try not to worry lad Thorin and the others will not let anything happen to Fili." The Dwarf medic tried to reassure the clearly vexed prince.

" Yet still it does not stop me from worrying... I should be out there helping not sat here doing nothing."

" But your presence here will be a big help." The oldest individual motioned down to his patient who in turn decided to back him up.

" Yeah Kili if anyone should sorry it is me. I am the one who wondered of and left myself wide open to attack." Bofur cleared his throat and lowered his brows as shame settled into his mind. " If it wasn't for me none of this would of happened."

This new confession seemed to bring the prince out of his brewing irritation as he could now tell his hat wearing friend was blaming himself for their predicament. A small sincere smile crept onto his face as he put a reassuring hand on his injured team mate.

" Don't be it could of happened to any of us. We were not to know the Orcs were this close on our tails and I know for certain if the rolls were reversed you would of done the same."

Though it still ran pure his friends comforting words somewhat eased his guilt. Despite this if he could go back he would of never done something so stupid and reckless. Yet there was nothing he could do about it now. Apart from not being such an enormous douchebag to everyone around him. Bofur patted the comforting hand on his good shoulder and look up at Kili, matching his expression with his own signature smile.

As the exchange was happening Oin had finished his examination and concluded with a tut. " Well from what I can tell so far Bofur you have nasty bruising around your neck which I am guessing is from strangulation." He watched as his comrade light expression immediately faded from his features and instead released a distressed shiver. Before long he than gave a sheepish nod as a clear admission to the older dwarves assumption. Though judging by the expression and the sudden tension in his friends body. It was something that Oin felt could wait to investigate about later, so swiftly moved on.

" Also your shoulder is most definitely dislocated. So I am afraid to say and I think you know as well as me what we need to do next."

It was the news the hat wearing Dwarf did not want to hear. Yet he also agreed with himself that it could of been worse and been broken.

" Fantastic...well I guess I shouldn't delay the inevitable. Just get on with it but please try to be gentle I'm fragile you know." His smile immediately returned and he gave both his comrades each a cheeky wink.

Oin was a little taken back by the almost sudden switch in attitude and looked to Kili who was himself chuckling " Is he falling into a delusional state right now?"

" No he is just being plain old classic Bofur."

It did not turn out how Fili had initially planned. After trying in vain to catch up with the known individual and the orcs. When he finally did his original plan was to help try and pick of as many stragglers he could without drawing to much attention to himself. The fewer the numbers the better for not just himself. But also his company when they hopefully arrived and for his rescuer. Despite the first couple going down without any altercations it did not last as he was eventually spotted and found himself once again running for his own life. Luckily in the end it was only one but still the big brute was more of a mountain troll than an Orc. Each slash and attempt at stabbing it just would not bring the thing down.

The prince tried to put as much distance between himself and this monster as he could, free running from rooftop to rooftop. His anxiety seemed to lesson when he made a quick glance over his shoulder and to this relief saw that this time he was putting a fair distance between them. As another rush if adrenaline kicked in he pushed on and jumped onto another adjoining roof.

Unfortunately his luck seemed to again run out for good this time as he felt the structure under his feet give way. He then felt his body free falling and make painful contact with a hard sturdy object. His head bounced of it and with extreme force which propelled him sideways. He then landed with a sickening crack before his body rolled a few more feet and finally he stopped on his back.

The world around him spun with the corners if his vision becoming blackened by the encroaching haze. He could hear a distant sounds of screaming yet with the ringing in his ears it sounded as if he was submerged underwater. But then within that moment another voice broke through the mist, one that he could of sworn was calling his name.

Was he dying or was this just a figment of his imagination from the head trauma he just sustained?

His heart then felt as if it skipped a beat when a light figure came into focus of his retreating vision. It was a blur with no recognisable features. Yet the individual felt so warm and familiar to him.

Using the last of his strength he whispered out.

"Bilbo?"

So here we go.

Fili literally crash landed XD.

Next time we will be having a little catch up with Bilbo and see where we go from here. Again I hope you like it and feel free to leave a comment.

Honestly they mean so much to me when you do :D