A/N: Since this is a fanfiction, obviously some stuff change from the storyline! Thank you all for the reviews, favs and follows, they really inspire me to update as soon as I can! I hope you like this chapter as well! Keep it up! ;D

Soo nothing really happens in this long chapter, because I am keeping all the angst to the next one muahahaha :)

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Kili shuddered and opened his eyes slowly. It was getting cold in the cave, especially since his clothes were very wet. He lightly brushed his hair aside so he could get a better look around. He frowned when he saw Bilbo slowly tiptoe his way over the sleeping dwarves.

"Bilbo?" He called, his voice raspy. He cleared his throat and Bilbo immediately looked to him, widening his eyes. He shook his head at Kili and put his index over his lips, motioning for Kili to quiet down. "Bilbo? Where are you going?" Whispered Kili.

Bilbo walked lightly over to him. "I am going to leave." He whispered back. "Thorin was right, I do not belong with this company, and it is better for me to just leave." He sighed. "You know, Kili, I actually like dwarves. You are all funny and fun to be around. I don't understand why Thorin hates me so."

Kili nodded. "Do you insist on leaving?" He asked. Bilbo nodded sadly, and before he could continue speaking, Kili continued. "Then can I come with you? Uncle clearly wants me gone as well. We can both leave together."

Bilbo immediately shook his head, almost jumping up in shock. "No! Are you out of your mind? I am telling you Thorin hates me, and you want to make him hate me more? Of course I can't bring you with me."

"Of course you can't." Mumbled Kili, looking away again. "After all my uncle said about me, why would you want an irresponsible, annoying, untrustworthy dwarf accompany you? I don't blame you."

Bilbo internally groaned. "Kili, no. Like I said, it is because your uncle will be enraged with me, and he will hunt me down even if I reach the Shire, and cut me into pieces or bury me alive!" He shook his head yet again, entirely rejecting the idea. "No, Kili."

Kili stood up slowly. "Then we don't have to leave together." He told Bilbo.

"Kili, you cannot be serious. Where will you go? Your only family is here, and the journey back to the Blue Mountains is too long and hard for a young dwarf like you!" Bilbo exclaimed, keeping his voice low to a hiss. "Think rationally! If you do this, you will only prove to Thorin that you are a child who cannot make good decisions."

Considering his words, Kili furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to the other side of the cave. He exhaled slowly and rubbed his forehead. "Then you should stay and prove to him that you are strong-willed, insistent and sure of yourself."

Bilbo rolled his eyes. "I am not his nephew. I do not need to prove anything to him. Why Gandalf brought me on this trip to start with I do not know-"

Kili turned around again and looked at Bilbo sharply. "We are both on the same boat here. If you leave, I leave. If you stay, I stay. This is my final decision."

Suddenly Ori was walking around, bumping into walls and singing. Bilbo raised an eyebrow in question, and Kili only sighed. "He is probably sleepwalking." He explained to Bilbo. Then, Ori bumped into the wall at the back of the cave, and the earth started rumbling underneath them. The dwarves awoke immediately, grabbing their weapons and sitting up. The ground started cracking, and rocks started falling.

"It is a trap!" Yelled Thorin from behind. "Grab your weapons, and prepare for the fall!"

All the dwarves groaned and yelled in frustration, and then the ground beneath them completely broke and they found themselves lying in the midst of the mountains. They heard noises from afar, and they quickly stood up and braced themselves for an attack. Kili looked around for Fili and ran to his side.

"Kili, there you are." Said Fili with relief. He smiled at Kilk, who did not smile on return. "Why didn't you sleep around us?" He asked. "I'm so sorry about what happened, Kili. I did not mean to leave you like that and-"

"It does not matter." Replied Kili. "Where are we now? And are those things goblins?"

Fili nodded sadly. Kili would have usually made a joke about the way they walked or the way they looked, but he was clearly trying to be serious. He threw his uncle a glare-even though his uncle could not see him-and turned to Kili again.

Thorin was throwing commands and telling his company to keep calm. The goblins suddenly started attacking from behind, and the ones walking to them ran over. They grabbed the dwarves in a blur, and dragged them along to a wooden bridge. The dwarves struggled against their grips but with two goblins or more holding each, it was hard to free themselves. Kili looked around and saw that Bilbo had escaped, and sighed happily. However, the wood broke under Bilbo and he fell. Kili cursed under his breath.

The goblins stopped, and Kili looked up to see a horrendous looking creature sitting on a throne. He felt his stomach churn and he had to look away before he threw up. On his left stood Fili, but on his right stood Thorin. Thorin was glaring at the creature as they spoke of Smaug.

Kili zoned out during their speech, looking around as he saw all the goblins move around wooden ladders and bridges. He thanked the Durin that he was not a goblin. Fili elbowed him suddenly, and Kili hissed in pain. Fili raised his eyebrows and pointed behind him with his chin.

Thorin was staring at Kili, fear in his eyes. "Why do you seek our youngest?"

"Perhaps if you do not wish to answer me, your youngest will." The gross goblin smiled filthily at Kili. "Tell me, little one. What brings you here?"

Kili frowned. "We were merely passing by." He answered. "Don't worry, we would never want to stop by hideous creatures like you."

He saw his uncle groan in despair. "Was that needed?" He hissed. He looked to the goblin king again. "You see, we did not mean to intrude."

The goblin king, however, kept his eyes on Kili. "Hideous, then? Why don't we make him hideous himself, boys?" He called out. All goblins cheered. "Bring him forth!"

Kili struggled against the grip of the goblins and tried to dig his feet in the ground, but they dragged him harshly and he could not free himself. The goblin king smiled at him. "I thank that pretty face of yours will look better with some cuts, would it not?" He asked. "And perhaps that arm of yours would work better if it was broken, no?"

Gulping loudly, Kili looked to Fili in horror. He was actually scared. They couldn't break his arm-how would he use his bow?! The goblin king laughed when he saw the fear evident in Kili's face. "I don't know, and maybe that smooth skin of yours would fare better if it was exposed to some fire, what do you say?"

Thorin growled. "You will not lay a finger on him!"

Kili whimpered and struggled against the goblins again. The goblin king turned to Thorin. "And you, Thorin. You will give me the alliance I have always wanted with the orcs. Imprison them!" He ordered.

The dwarves found themselves getting pulled along again, weapon less, and into the dark dungeons of the mountains. They were thrown into two rooms; the first having Thorin, Fili, Nori, Bofur, Bifur, Balin and the second having Ori, Dori, Bombur, Oin and Gloin and Dwalin. Kili was thrown into a room of his own, beside Fili's room.

Thorin cursed. "Was that necessary, Kili? You have gotten yourself into extra trouble!" He called out, for they could all hear each other since the doors were only metal bars. Kili did not answer him, and Thorin sighed. "You need to be careful, lad."

"You were the one who said I was careless and childish! You should expect that a stupid dwarf like me would have done something like this! Maybe I should get tortured for being so stupid all the time!" Burst Kili. All the dwarves sighed sadly.

Thorin looked at them, confused. Before he could respond to Kili, however, Fili put a hand on his shoulder. "You very drunk before you slept." He explained in a low voice. "And you told Kili many hurtful things. He will not forget them anytime soon."

Thorin furrowed his eyebrows and cursed under his breath. "What did I say?"

"That does not matter. What matters is we need to get out of here, and you need to really pay attention to what you tell Kili. He takes every word you say into account, and you do not need to scold him for everything." Said Fili firmly.

Thorin almost laughed at being bossed around by his own nephew, but decided to simply nod. All dwarves sat still for a while, each thinking of a plan to escape. A while later, they heard the sound of a door open and then clasp shut, but they thought nothing of it.

Some four hours later, after most of the dwarves had completely fallen asleep, Thorin heard the goblins laughing. He thought he also heard a low moan but he shrugged it off. A door clasped open and shut again, and a thud emerged with a loud scream.

It was Kili's.

"Kili?" Thorin called our urgently, running to the door. He clasped the bars firmly in his hands. "Kili!"

He could hear Kili sobbing from the other room. When had they taken him? What had they done to him? "Kili! Can you hear me?"

He pushed the bars, shook them, tried to do anything to get them out of it-he needed to see Kili. The crying, pained sounds Kili made were tearing his heart apart. "Kili! Answer me!"

He growled in frustration and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. He looked up when he felt he saw some light from beneath his eyelids. Gandalf stood in front of him, the cell door wide open. He stood up with relief, hurrying to wake up Fili and all the other dwarves. "Gandalf." He said. "Gandalf, Kili is in the room nearby, and the rest of the dwarves are in the other room. Get them out, please."

The dwarves woke up right away, rubbing at their eyes and standing up. Fili was at Thorin's side and followed him when Gandalf hurried to Kili's cell to open the door. Fili clutched his uncle's robes.

"Kili!" he called out. Once the door was opened, he ran to his brother's side and was shocked to find Kili crying. "Kili! What happened?"

Kili whimpered at the touch and turned away, sobbing quietly to himself. Fili looked at him when Gandalf brought some light over, noticing the cuts marring his face and-

One of Kili's arm was burnt-even the cloth on top was burnt-and the other was swelled and blue at the wrists. The back of Kili's shirt was damp, and as soons as Fili raised it, ignoring the pained hiss Kili let out. His eyes watered when he saw the whip marks covering his brother's back. "Uncle..." he whispered, barely able to speak.

POOR KILI!

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