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Good news (or is it bad news?) EXAMS ARE OVER (well one more but I don't need to study for it) sooo

That means more updates?

Lots of reviews last night! Wow you guys really love Kili ;) but I'm afraid the magic is not so easily reversed :(

I'm becoming more evil by the day

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Thorin gasped, standing still. The orcs also stood still, some of them getting killed because the dwarves kept fighting. The dwarves then noticed something was amiss and they all paused, looking to Thorin. They could not believe what they saw.

Kili's hand didn't even shake. He stood tall, confident, arm stretched out ahead of him and sword touching Thorin's throat. His legs were wide open, firmly pressing down against the ground and giving Kili a much more balanced stance. To their horror, Kili then smiled.

"Thorin!" He called out mockingly. "Dear Uncle. You think you will get away with this? You think you will get away with everything you have done and everything you plan to do? Nay! I will not let you. I shall expose you to everyone, all those poor dwarves who are following you in hope of regaining their homeland!"

Thorin's eyes widened, and he looked puzzled. "What?" He asked, gulping. His throat touched the blade lightly, stinging a bit. "What is this all about, Kili?" He asked, backing up a little. Kili, however, moved forward, keeping the blade in its place.

"I did not mind you leaving me to rot with the orcs." Kili said menacingly. "I did not care if you left me dying with the goblins. Yet knowing what you plan to do to my brother, I will not stand aside. Fili is the heir, he is brave, he is smart. Do not even consider hurting him," Kili threatened, "or I will chop you into pieces."

"This is very funny, Kili, but I do not think this is the time for it." Fili placed a hand on Kili's shoulder, trying to sound cheering. He had tears in his eyes, and he looked back to Balin for help. "Kili, we are under attack. Stop this. Kili."

Kili eyed his brother from the corner of his eyes, not moving in the slightest. "Stay out of this, brother. This is between me and Thorin."

"And you think I'll leave you to do this?" Fili yelled. "Kili, what the fuck has happened to you? Stop this! If you keep doing this," he said slowly, "I swear, by Durin's name, I will not be good with you."

Kili snorted. "And what will you do?"

"Kili," Fili growled, "I will knock you out or do anything if I have to. Don't make me do anything. Get away from uncle, now. Kili!"

Kili, however, did not obey. Instead, he looked at his uncle again. "I don't understand you, Fili." He said in a low voice. "I'm doing this for you. For you! Uncle is only using you. He took you on this quest because he knew you would die, but he decided to use you for the trip! Uncle wants to rule Erebor alone, he does not want you to live to take the throne after him!"

"Never!" Thorin yelled. "Where do you come with this talk? Your brain has been poisoned!" Thorin slowly raised his sword, and Kili pressed the tip of the blade closer to his neck, earning a streak of a blood trailing down Thorin's neck. Thorin tensed. "Kili."

"Do not lie! You killed Uncle Frerin because you feared he would become king! You are selfish! You left me behind because you wanted me dead! Had I not been killed by the orcs or goblins, you would have killed me yourself in Erebor, along with Fili! You hate us! I won't let you hurt Fili, though." Kili replied, angered. "I will kill you, and Fili will become the rightful king. This is the best for everyone."

Kili's breath caught into his throat when he fell to the side, after someone pushed him hard and tackled him to the ground. He opened his eyes to see Fili on top of him, holding him down. Kili struggled, looking for his sword. It lay far away in the mud. "Fili, get off of me! Let me kill him!"

Fili punched Kili, causing his sight to blur for a bit. Kili paused, focusing his eyes on his brother. "I warned you." He ground out. "Kili, you will not ruin this mission for us. You stop this idiocy right now, or you-"

"Or what?" Kili yelled back. He kicked Fili's leg, giving himself some time to escape from beneath his brother. He ran to grab his sword, but Bifur placed his foot on it. Kili cursed. "Bifur, step away. Bifur!"

The orcs began to fight again, catching the dwarves off guard. Gloin slashed here and there, killing around three by himself. Soon, all the orcs were killed, and Azog carefully watched from between the trees, cursing.

Kili was tackling Bifur for the sword, and meanwhile, Fili ran to his uncle. "Uncle!" He called. Thorin looked at him, eyes still widened in disbelief. Fili rubbed his own forehead and bit his lip. "Uncle what do we do? I'm so scared." He admitted, breathing fast. "I don't know what to do. This is just a nightmare, isn't it?" He asked hopefully. "Kili isn't planning to kill you. He isn't saying lies. It's a nightmare."

Thorin placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's not, but something is behind this. Kili's brain must have been poisoned by something-someone-and the way his wounds healed was unnatural. Something is up."

Thorin ran to Kili, who had now regained his sword and was fighting Bifur. Thorin kept his distance. "Kili!" He called. Kili turned around and narrowed his eyes at him. "Kili, drop your sword! There is twelve of us against you. Drop your sword!"

"Oh, so now I'm the enemy?" Kili yelled back. He looked at all the dwarves, who had their weapons raised. "You would all rather kill me than kill this man who has lied to you your entire life? He killed his whole family, and he plans to kill all of us! All of us!"

Dwalin stepped up a bit. "I don't know what happened to you, lad, but you're getting stupider than before. You know, you were annoyingly stupid, not dangerously stupid. Drop your sword now, Kili. A child like you shouldn't even bear one."

"But uncle made me bear it." Kili ground out. "He wanted me to become a warrior this early so I can die early!" He exclaimed. "Why can't you all understand? Can't you see it in him? Just look at him! You can see the deceit and lies in his face!" He said desperately. "I want to save all of you, especially Fili!"

Fili was trembling, standing beside Thorin with his twin blades raised. He was breathing slowly, trying not to panic furthermore. He closed his eyes, and the tears burned their way down his cheeks slowly.

Who was behind all of this? If only Fili could get his hands on them, strangle them, Stan them, cut them into pieces for doing this to his baby brother-he opened his eyes and was startled to see Kili running towards them, lunging with sword at Thorin.

Fili immediately blocked Kili, standing in front of Thorin and stopping Kili's sword with his twin blades. Kili's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of Fili. "Step away, Fili." Warned Kili. "Step away!"

Fili, however, refused to move, and Kili felt someone pulling at him from behind. It was Gloin. Kili cursed being the youngest as Gloin easily began to pull him away. However, he slashed at Gloin's arm, causing a deep cut. Gloin pulled away with a cry, and Kili turned his attention back to his family.

"Fili, please. Let me do this."

"Over my dead body."

Kili began to tremble, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, aiming at his brother and uncle. "Fili, I have to do this. I don't want to hurt you, move out of the way." He begged, his voice cracking. Fili, however, did not budge, and the fire in his eyes only increased. He raised his head high and glared down at Kili. If something was controlling his brother, Fili needed to get Kili back from whatever spell he was under.

"Fili!" Kili cried out, upon seeing the sudden arrow embedded in Fili's side. He turned around, seeing Azog on his white warg, arrow and bow in hand. "You promised you wouldn't hurt Fili!" He yelled. "You promised me you would not hurt him!" He dropped his sword and knelt down to hold Fili, whose breathing was uneven and the arrow had struck him in his side. Kili frantically looked around, clutching to Fili. "Fili!"

Thorin growled upon the sight of Azog. "But you died!"

"I guess not." Azog said, laughing. "At least I'm glad I didn't, because controlling your nephew was almost as fun as I imagined killing you would be."

"It was you..."

"Yes, it was." Azog looked at Kili, who was crying and talking to Fili. "He did a fairly good job, did he not? Gave you quite a scare. I didn't think Fili would be this stubborn; I imagined he would be weak like his brother, and perhaps easily believe me and allow Kili to kill you. When I found he was not, I thought, you know, better get him out of the way." He said, shrugging.

Thorin raised his sword. "I will kill you." He ground out. "I will kill you. You gave me an even bigger reason to kill you now."

"I do not think you will succeed, Thorin." He slashed his sword down, but Thorin dodged it. For a while they kept fighting, other dwarves joining in and protecting their leader. Azog cursed; had his orcs been stronger, they would have been alive and alongside him now. He began to slowly back away. "I will kill you Thorin." He yelled. "I will hold your head in my hands one day!"

He dropped Kili's bow that he had used to the ground near Kili. "I don't need you anymore, you failure." He hissed, spitting. He ran off into the woods, until he felt a sting in shoulder. He looked to find it was an arrow that did not affect him at all.

Kili was standing, crying and trembling, bow held high and another arrow ready to be fired. He sobbed as he glared at Azog. Azog laughed; kili was rid of the spell now, and he must have realized what happened. "Don't forget to kill your uncle in his sleep!" Azog called out, laughing, before he completely disappeared.

That was unexpected. I didn't even plan to go there.

I guess characters control their own fate?

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