Fili's mind ached. His head ached. His back ached. His whole body was a mound of painful pins and needles. Drifting through veils of thought, part of him didn't feel right. As if there was a chuck of his soul missing. Dreams clouded his mind, eerie elves leered out at him while a white figure with dark hair stood just out of reach, out of sight. Fili tried to reach for the shadowy silhouette, but it dissolve into darkness.
Fili's eyes snapped open, he found himself lunging at the bars in his cell. Wait, bars? In a cell? Fili looked round his small enclosure. It was so tiny he could touch both sides either way with out stretching his arms. Pressing his face up against the bars, he peered out. There were cells upon cells, layers upon layers, reaching up to the roof of the cavern. He could just about see the other dwarves of the company, all locked in similar cages.
"Thorin!" his voice echoed through the cave.
"Fili." came a quiet voice to his left. Fili turned to see Thorin's blue eyes peeking through a microscopic crack in the wall, "Fili, you awake. Are you alright?"
"Yes, just a slight headache. Which cell is Kili in?"
Thorin closed his eyes for a moment, "He's not here, Fili"
Fili groped for the wall to lean on, "W-what do you mean?"
"He hasn't come down for the throne room."
"B-but hes alright, isn't he?"
There was a pause. "I don't know. I'm sorry, Fili."
But Fili wasn't listening, he ran in to the bars, kicking and yelling. He reached through the bars pulling at the lock, shredding the tips of his fingers. The elf standing guard outside, rammed the butt of his spear in to the bars, shaking Fili off. He snarled lashing out at the elf.
"Stop!" a cold voice rang out. Fili froze, arm still half out his cell. Legolas came in to Fili's view, standing as haughty as his father. "I am looking for the kin of the dark hair archer."
Fili renewed his attack, "What have you done to him? If you have hurt him, I will hunt you down to the ends of middle earth!"
Legolas smirked, "Hes fine and safe, for now." He turned to Thorin, "Your nephew was very corporative." he smirked again then prowled away.
Fili slumped down on to the floor, tears trecking down his cheek as blood dripped from his cut fingers.
Yes, I am being mean to the Durin pair but I hate to say it will probably only get worse!
Sorry everyone who like Legolas, I do too, but for this story it would be better for him to be mean!
Enjoy!