Fili missed his brother. This was nothing new so he didn't bother saying anything. All the company knew Kili's situation, messages had been past down to the crown prince from all the dwarrow stuck in this elven hall. All said the same. All were worried for the youngest Durin. Fili had missed his brother before but now he had seen him once, he wanted to see him again. There was an empty space where Kili should be.

"He'll be alright, Fili." Thorins voice sailed through the small gap in the wall. Fili didn't bother answering, he knew Thorin was just lying to try to cheer him up.

Footsteps could be heard from the corridor outside, Fili jumped up, squashing his face in to the bars in attempt to see who it was.

A tall unknown elf appeared, flicking his long dirty blonde hair over his shoulder. "Who here is the kin to the brown hair one?"

"Yes? What is it?" Fili called, Thorin adding to his cry.

The elf just smirked, pulling out a cloth bag. "What is your name, dwarf?"

"Why do you want to know?" Thorin snapped,

The elf tutted, "I don't need to ask you, Thorin Oakenshield. King under the mountain," he snickered, "I was wanting the name of you blonde heir, after all, I am in charge of all of you. If you don't do as I say, I can make life very hard for you."

"Fili." The prince said, before Thorin could reply, "My name is Fili, son of Dis. Kili is my brother."

Sveniline giggled, if it was possible for a male elf to giggle. "Kili was your brother."

Fili's blood turned to ice, freezing his heart. "What are you talking about?"

Sveniline lipped his lips, grinning, enjoying the horror of the blonde prince. "The young brunette was trying to save you, sneaking out of his room." The elf was strutting up and down in front of the cells like an actor delivering lines. "But he came across the prince and they had a fight, the prince used dwarven trickery to win. He took to prince in an attempt to bargain for the keys. Unfortunately, he was killed before he could get here." he ended with a grin.

"You're lying!" Fili screamed, rattling his bars.

"See for yourself." he said, throwing a small cloth bag into the prison.

Instinctively, Fili caught it, pulling to draw-string top. Inside was a roping material, bond together with a metal clasp. Realisation hit him like a hammer blow as he pulled the brown locks out the bag. It was obvious who's it was, the braid Fili himself had braided only a hour earlier and the clasp of the youngest prince glittered in his palm. No, no no, it couldn't be true! Fili had always thought that him and his brother would die together, on the battle field defending whats right, or dying together of old age. Not cut down by cowardly elves in an attempt to escape their imprisonment.

Sveniline was saying something, Thorin was roaring at him, spitting terrible dwarven insults that were reserved for the most evil persons. But Fili's ears were filled with white noise, a whistling filling his brain.

A scream filled the air. A scream of pure pain. Of misery. It penetrated very particle of air in these dark, wooden cells. Fili realised that it was him that was screaming, howling at the lost of the brother that had been his whole life, the brother that had been torn away from him. He had to fill the gap in his heart where Kili used to be, so he filled it rage.

He closed his mouth, shutting off the cry, and turned to the only elf he could get to. Sveniline had made the mistake of leaning down to the dwarf's height, to have a better view of show he had coursed, he had failed to take in to account how hard dwarf skulls could be.

The blonde prince pulled his head back as far as it would go and before the elf could move, he brought it down on to Sveniline's nose.

Blood spurted from both nostrils as the elf reared back, clutching his face. Whipping blood from his eyes, Sveniline cast the prince a furious glare, "I will be back, runt!"

Fili met his stare steadily, "I'll be waiting."

The elven guard turned on his heel and stalked away, leaving Fili to slump down the side of his cell, sobbing silently. He was too deep in his mourning to hear the quiet crashing that answered his voice.

*ducks any flying objects* Sorry, sorry I had to! All will become clear!

Or will it? *runs away with keyboard, cackling*