Kili heaved a breath as he watched Elves surround him, his brother, and the eleven other dwarves. The leader of the elven group , who had shining blonde hair and thin eyebrows, shouted something to the other elves in... Sindarin? Kili wasn't vast upon his knowlege of language, but he had studied Sindarin for quite a time. An elf stalked up to Kili and heaved him upon his booted feet; Kili had been resting upon a pile of leaves covered in spiderweb before. After the fight with the spiders, Kili had found himself rushed with adrinaline, and found nothing to be wrong with him. But, as the elf yanked kili up and placed him on his feet, the dwarf swooned. Kili stumbled forward and fell, scattering leaves around him. The elven guard who had put the dwarf up snickered.
Balin the dwarf was known for his kind nature. And if there was anyone that could tell that another someone was hurt or sad, it was him. And as Balin looked around at the elves with stern but fair faces, his eyes fell upon a certain dwarf that was lying on the ground, with leaves covering his back. Balin rushed over to the fallen dwarf, and asked, " Are you alright, Kili?" The younger dwarf pushed himself upward, and Balin offered a gloved hand. " I'm fine, Balin." But Balin knew that something was wrong with his younger cousin.
Fili suddenly emerged from the shadows and looked worridly at Balin, then gestured over to his brother. " A spider must have racked him up on poison. Kili feels warm, and his cheeks are rosy." Balin quietly told Fili. And just as if nature was putting Balin's words to work, Kili fell limp, and collapsed to the ground.