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"We need to get going!" Called Gandalf, rushing the dwarves. "Fili, Thorin, grab Kili and hurry! We cannot linger for much longer, we need to get out into the daylight as soon as we can!"

When Fili say frozen, unable to move or speak, Gandalf strode back towards him. "Thorin, go lead your people. I will take care of your nephews." He told Thorin, who nodded frantically and ran to his people. Then he turned back to Kili and gently picked him up. Fili stood up with them.

"Take him, Fili. He is almost unconscious, and we will to his wounds later. I must fight along with your uncle, so snap out of your trance because if you don't, your brother will not be saved." He said urgently. Fili took Kili, placing him over his back and wrapping his hands around his own neck. He ran after Gandalf, gripping Kili's legs tightly so he does not fall.

Since they were almost at the end of the line, they managed to get through the goblins much quicker because the dwarves ahead had emptied the way for them. Kili would moan in pain every once in a while, but Fili focused on Gandalf's words: if he does not get Kili out, he will not be saved.

Get Kili out, he kept repeating in his head. Get Kili out. Get Kili out. Get Kili out.

At the sight of sunlight, a relief filled his heart and he ran faster. "Hold on, Kili. It will be okay." He told his brother.

Gandalf motioned for them to head out. "This way, quickly!"

The dwarves ran outside quickly, and Fili followed his uncle. Once they were outside, Fili sighed, looking to his uncle with worry. "Where do I put Kili?"

Gandalf shook his head. "Let us move along a little bit further, Fili. Can you carry him a little longer?" He asked, making Fili groan with frustration. They needed to help Kili, and immediately!

Thorin walked over to him, however, and motioned for him to slide Kili over his own back. Fili did so and looked at Kili's injured face with worry. He took Kili's hands and wrapped them around his Uncle's neck, making Kili cry out in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered. "Just a little longer. Only a little." He said soothingly, running his hand gently through his brother's hair. Thorin hoisted Kili a little higher, holding his legs in his strong arms. Kili groaned in pain at the touch and Throin murmured a low "sorry".

They kept walking for around ten minutes, then they reached the woods. Gandalf stopped and motioned for all of them to stop. "It should be safe enough around here; we are not too deep into the woods but we are deep enough. You can set Kili down, Thorin."

Thorin did as instructed and set Kili down on the soft grass. Fili sat by Kili's side, continuing to murmur soothing words. Gandalf rested a hand on Kili's forehead. "Good. No fever." He said. "However, he has many injuries and if we do not heal them well, infections might start to grow and we need to avoid that." He explained. "I will give him a pain killer. I cannot heal his wounds; I trust your healers can do that. With the pain killer, he will hopefully not flinch as much and he will be able to speak more."

Fili nodded. He helped Gandalf mix the potions he had pulled out and Gandalf then put it to Kili's lips. "Open your mouth, young lad." He said. Kili winced, refusing to open his eyes or lips. Gandalf sighed with slight annoyance and looked to Fili for help.

"Kili, brother. Open your mouth, please." He murmured to Kili, lightly running his finger through Kili's bangs. "Please? It will lessen the pain, I promise."

After another three minutes of Fili and Gandalf trying to get Kili to open his mouth, he finally did. Gandalf had not wanted to force it open because Kili would only spit it back out. Slowly, he made Kili drink up the potion. "Give him some twenty minutes, and he will be able to speak. He will still feel the pain though, so be careful. Don't allow him to move too much, and make sure he does not get a fever."

The dwarves sat around for the next thirty minutes, looking at each other and checking for any injuries. Thankfully, almost none of them were injured whatsoever, and those who were only had slight cuts and bruises. Fili sat by his brother's side the entire time, Thorin watching them closely.

Kili suddenly whimpered, Fili immediately sat up in alert. "Kili? Are you feeling any better?" He asked. Kili opened his eyes ever so slowly, and looked at his brother.

"Fili?" He rasped. Fili nodded, smiling a bit. "Hurts..."

"I know it hurts, but it will get better, I promise." Fili told him. "You will heal. It takes time, but you will heal." Kili nodded, but cried out with the movement. Thorin was at his side instantly.

"Kili, where do you hurt?" Thorin asked worriedly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Kili flinched at the touch and turned away. He looked at Fili again. "Everywhere." He told Fili. "Arms... Back.. Leg..." He looked down at his burnt arm and broken wrist, tears building up in his eyes. "Want... Die.."

Fili's eyes widened in shock. "Don't you dare seek death! You can't give up, Kili. You want to live-you need to live, for Durin's sake! Don't you start thinking of death! You will get through this. I promise."

"Thorin... wants me..." Kili rasped, gasping at the sudden pain in his ribs. "He wants me to die." He managed. Thorin raised an eyebrow at Fili, clearly confused. He shook his head, but Kili continued, barely able to talk. "Should have left... me to die.."

"Kili, what is this nonsense?" Asked Thorin. "You will live. You better live; I can't manage losing you! You are my nephew, you're my own kin." He ground out. "Why do you say I would want you dead?"

Fili looked at his uncle sadly. "I told you he would not forget your words." He said. He turned back to Kili. "Kili, Uncle is sorry for what he said. He was not aware of anything, I swear. Forget about it for now Kili. Focus on your health instead. We all want you to get well soon."

Kili sniffed, trying his best to stop himself from crying. "Drunk people... Say what they... Think all the time." Thorin ran a hand through his hair and tried to hug him close, but remembered about his injuries. "You can cry. Crying will make you feel better." He told him gently. Kili still refused to look at him.

"I need to... Become brave." Kili ground out, biting down on his teeth and clenching his jaw. "Need to.. Grow up."

Thorin exhaled impatiently and stood up. "What was it that I said, for Durin's sake!" He yelled out to no one in particular. "Forget about it for now, Kili. That's what grown ups do. Don't you want to grow up?"

"Uncle." Hissed Fili. "Uncle, please, leave him be. You're not making this any better."

Thorin groaned and walked off, leaning against a big tree and closing his eyes. He felt confused about everything. What was it that he said, making Kili hate him so much? Was it that he told Kili to grow up? He always told Kili to grow up, it was nothing new. "I'm just worried." He whispered. "I am worried he will refuse my aid because of a word I said to him. I'm worried for his health."

"He gets his stubbornness from you, Thorin,"

Thorin turned around; it was Gandalf. "He will not easily forget something a person told him or did to him once so easily. Don't blame him, he is just like yourself. He is but a child, Thorin. Look at him, his beard is merely starting to grow. You are his idol; everything you do he does as well. Be patient with him. He is at the age where he so desperately wants to prove himself, and every word you say matters to him. Be careful with your words."

"And this is what Fili told me as well." Muttered Thorin. "Kili refuses to hear me anyways."

Gandalf patted his shoulders. "Your healer is looking after him now and tending to his wounds. It is really hard for Kili now, Thorin. He has never left his home before this, and now he is suddenly gravely injured, both physically and mentally. I will repeat this: you must be patient with him. Surely he is starting to grow up, but he is still young and he is scared. Fear makes a child of everyone, Thorin. And so does pain."

Thorin nodded. "I will try my best. Thank you, Gandalf." He walked back to where Kili was sat, having the healer heal his various wounds. He stood beside him. "How is Kili? I hope his wounds are not too grave."

The healer furrowed his eyebrows. "I fear otherwise. The burn on his arm alone is an issue of its own. The broken wrist should heal slowly, and the whip lashes have been bandaged to avoid infection. His leg muscles seem to have been pulled, so he will have a hard time standing or walking." He smiled at Kili then. "But Kili is a brave dwarfling. Look at him fight through his pain like the strong dwarf he is."

Kili slightly smiled at his words. Thorin noticed the dried tears on his cheeks and the redness in his eyes. He had cried when Thorin left. "Of course Kili is brave." Thorin said then. "The bravest of dwarflings yet."

Fili grinned and pulled Kili close, careful as to not push too hardly onto his wounds. "You hear that, Kili? You are the bravest of the brave, now. You must fight through this even more and live to speak of it to all!" He exclaimed. "And I will forever be proud of my baby brother, even when you become a grey haired, old dwarf."

Kili chuckled lightly at his brother's words, but whimpered and flinched afterwards. Although the cuts on his face were bandaged, they were still fresh and they hurt with every movement. He felt paralyzed, disabled. His eyes watered again and Fili sighed, resting his own chin over Kili's head and allowing Kili to bury his face into his neck.

"I am here, Kili." He whispered. "I will not let pain overtake you."

Thorin chuckled and sat beside Fili. "Do you remember, Kili, when you were a little dwarfling of fifteen years? You would get a scratch from the wooden sword I had made you, and you would come running to me, crying 'uncle! Uncle! I am wounded!'" Fili smiled at the memory, and Kili's sobs started to lessen. "The you would extend your hand to me and you would make me kiss the wound, because you believed that that would heal it. Do you remember, Kili?"

Kili softly nodded into his brother's shoulders. Thorin sighed gently. "And now is no different. I am here for you. I will make your wounds go away in any way I can. I will never let you get wounded again. I promise you, Kili."

Fili smiled then and rubbed Kili's neck in gentle circles.