A/N: a lot of people are losing interest in this story lol and I can't blame you because my chapters have been lame. So, I actually put work into this chapter and I hope *crosses fingers* that you guys like this chapter and send me reviews like you used to!

"Can you stop singing, Bofur?" Nori asked angrily. "Ori here is trying to sleep, and he barely has the strength to do anything. Leave him in peace." He said, wrapping a protective arm around his half-conscious brother.

Bofur grunted and began tapping his feet instead. He was bored, tired, and he wanted to be anywhere but here. Goddamned elves and their prisons. Even the food they served them was green. He sighed and leaned back against the wall.

When all the dwarves quieted, Legolas began to sing in a soothing manner. This time, Nori did not complain, for the music made his heart at ease and he closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep. It had been a week in the dungeons, and Legolas always managed to put him to sleep with his songs.

"Legolas," Fili began, crouching down next to him. "Can I ask you something?"

Legolas nodded as he stopped singing. He saw Fili shiver and assumed that the dungeons were really cold; he was an elf, he could barely feel the cold or the heat, so he couldn't know for sure.

"Why do you defy your father?" Fili asked in a whisper. "I don't understand. Your father seems really strong and... Well, look, when you disobeyed him he put you in prison. It seems like he has no heart. Aren't you afraid that if you disobey him, he will hurt you?"

To his surprise, Legolas chuckled. "My father is not scary." He assured Fili. "He is very strict-when he is sober, anyways-but he would not physically hurt me. I am in the dungeons, but I'm not exactly innocent, am I?"

Fili shook his head hesitantly and Legolas continued. "I didn't disobey him; he never ordered me to kill dwarves once I found them. He... We just have a different way of dealing with matters, that's all. My father has a set way of solving things, but I am young, and I want to find the ways that suit me best." He shrugged. "We, elves, are free to keep our ways. My father might not approve of me befriending a dwarf, but he would never do something to stop me from it. He will lecture me, maybe, but he does not want to force his ways on me. He simply wants me to follow his lead, because he believes it is best. Yet he knows that if I choose to befriend that dwarf, I will."

"So you're not angry at your father for putting you here with us?"

"No." Legolas admitted. "I was, at first. But now I consider it, and he is right. You didn't really treat me well, you dwarves, even after I helped you. You broke my bow, and you wouldn't listen to my advice. I had no reason to help you further."

"Then... Why did you?"

Legolas shrugged. "Why not? It would be better to make friends than enemies. I knew dwarves hated us, though I never really understood why, and I knew that it would take more than one try to try and clear things up between us."

"You're very wise." Came a voice. Legolas looked up gracefully while Fili started. His uncle had caught him chatting with an elf. "You speak wisely. You surprise me, in fact."

Legolas smiled. "Thank you."

Then quietness dawned down on them again. All that could be heard was the soft breathing of some sleeping dwarves, and the snoring of others. Thorin shot Legolas a half-smile, because he felt the elf deserved it. Fili smirked.

"I don't like dungeons." Legolas admitted after a couple of hours. He had began shivering, but it was not because of the cold. Thorin raised an eyebrow at him in question. "I've been here for too long. I don't like the dungeons." He repeated, more to himself than the others.

"My lord," a guard said, upon hearing his prince.

Legolas brought his knees to his chest. "When can I leave?" He asked the guard in Sindarin. "Ask Adar, please."

The guard nodded. "Yes, my lord." And with that, he was off to his king.

Thorin looked at the elf carefully. "What's happening?"

Legolas ran a hand through his perfect hair. "I have been away from the trees too long. I hate the dark, I hate being trapped. I was fine, I... It's too much now, that's all. Dungeons remind me of caves and mines. I don't like caves and mines."

Thorin looked at him sadly. Poor elf, he thought. He didn't deserve this. "Well, once you're admitted, don't bother with us. You don't want to get back here again."

Legolas smirked at Thorin, but didn't say anything in response. Thorin sighed, leaning back against the wall. "Say, elf, do you know why Kili hasn't awoken yet?" He asked worriedly. "It's been a week already, and he just doses in and out. Is he okay? Ori is fine, why isn't Kili?"

"I'm not sure." Legolas admitted. "I think it might be a side effect of any poison that might have entered his body, that's all."

"What if the poison is seriously affecting him?" Fili interrupted. "What if its slowly killing him and we don't know?"

"Calm down, Laddie." Joined Dwalin. "Kili will be alright. He's a strong lad, you'll see. You know, being the baby he is, I say he's just catching up on all the sleep he missed since we started this quest. And lucky for us, because if he was awake, he would be biting our heads off with his talk, pranks and loud voice." He joked.

Fili, however, did not seem to like the joke. "But I miss all of those things. We finally have a break, and Kili's just asleep. I want him to be fine."

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, Fili." Thorin said. "Get some sleep. I'm sure Kili is fine, I was just asking the elf here just in case. Plus, I wanted to keep him a bit busy so he doesn't cry his heart out while missing his beloved trees."

Legolas laughed, very loudly, surprising everyone. He chuckled, a graceful chuckle, and looked at Fili. "I didn't know your uncle had a sense of sarcasm." He said. "He didn't speak in a monotone voice, for once!"

"Look who's talking." Thorin grumbled, sitting back and regaining his kingly composure. "Elves. You're all monotone looking and sounding."

"Get some sleep, laddies. Just get some sleep. We don't need a war erupting now." Dwalin said, yawning.

When Fili opened his eyes the next morning, he did not spot the elf. He sat up groggily, rubbing at his eyes. Everyone was still asleep, save Dori and Ori. Legolas was out of sight. He stood up and walked over to where his little brother was sleeping soundly. He missed Kili's laugh, his talk, even his pranks. He looked like the sleeping princess now, which was simply boring.

He sighed, crouching down next to him and placed a hand on his forehead. "Wake up, Kili. Please. Tell me that you're fine. Laugh out loud. Annoy Uncle Thorin. Anything."

But Kili did not answer, and instead, his face scrunched up in anger.

Kili's head hurt. He opened his eyes slowly, fighting the dizziness that immediately consumed him. "Where am I?" He whispered. "Fili?"

Everything around him was dark, and he saw nothing. Then, as he stood up and the blurriness in his eyes began to disappear, he found that he was in a forest. A dark forest, full of trees, and it looked an awful lot like... Like Mirkwood.

That's right, they were in Mirkwood. Then spiders. Yes.

The elf.

He rubbed his head, fighting the pain. He couldn't find his weapons, and he felt vulnerable. No one was in sight. He must have run away into the woods, and now he had to find his way back to wherever everyone else was.

He heard a rustling behind him, and turned around, eyes widening. "You."

Azog stood in front of him. "You think you could run away so quickly, didn't you?" He brought up his sword and slashed down, cutting Kili's arm. Kili helped in pain. "Didn't kill your uncle. What's he doing for you now, huh? He's not even trying to help you. The elf told him you were poisoned, and he doesn't care. Why would he? You tried to kill him before. You are a threat to him."

"You're not going to trick me again!" Kili yelled. "You won't! I won't kill him! Ill kill you! Ill finish you off!"

"Yeah, yeah." Agog said, bored. "But tell your uncle I won't forget him. In fact, I think Thranduil is doing him a favour by keeping him in the dungeons. I was eager to finish him off, but the elfking hid him. He will regret it."

"Kili!"

Kili was thrashing around, screaming. "I will kill you!" He repeated, over and over. Fili was trying to hold him down, but he got punched instead, stumbling backwards. Dwalin and Thorin tried to wake him up, and Fili watched, Bilbo by his side.

Then, Kili opened his eyes abruptly, sitting up and punching Thorin directly in the nose. A crack sounded, and Fili was sure Thorin's nose was broken, but Kili's eyes were still glassy, and he was clearly unaware of his surroundings. He continued to thrash, looking around himself frantically. "I'll kill you!" He continued to yell.

"Oin!" Dwalin called urgently. Oin, who had awoken due to Kili's screams, rushed to their side.

"He needs to calm down, I can't study him like this." He confessed. However, he could tell something. "I think he has a fever, look at how his eyes are unfocused and glassy. We need to get him to calm down. It's probably the poison, and the fever is fighting it. It's good, it means there wasn't much poison in his body."

A while later, Kili finally managed to calm down. Oin confirmed his theory, and asked the elf guard to bring a healer. Fili ran his hands through Kili's hair, as Kili felt.

Fili looked down at his brother, and was a bit scared to see that Kili's eyes were staring at him, still glassy, but more focused. He smiled slowly, but Kili did not return the smile. Instead, to Fili's horror, he whispered, "He's coming."

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