Bilbo shivered. Not because it was cold, because he could stop thinking of the look Fili had given him. The dead, spiritless stare that spoke of unrepeatable horrors. He couldn't think of Kili as dead, he had always been there with the company. The youngest with the humor and personality that burnt brighter then the sun; even in the worst times, like just after the goblin tunnels or the trolls, he had found something to cheer up the group of older, more mature dwarrow. And Fili. Fili had always been next to him, sharing the fun and laughter. Telling off his younger brother when he went to far with a joke or standing in front of the brunette to try to shield him from Thorins anger at a prank made on the King-to-be. To think the pair were split up, one gone where to other couldn't follow, was unnatural. Not a subject anyone bothered to think about because the likely hood that the blonde and brown would be...could be divided. Bilbo had known the dwarves for only a little time but that was enough to know one thing: The brothers belong together.

"Who's there?"

Bilbo cursed, in his contemplation he had forgotten to be silent in is footsteps. These elves had ears of a fox, much harder to hide from then a goblin or a dwarf.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

It was a female voice, Bilbo was sure. He peeked round the corner to see a tall elf with flowing red hair, standing guard in front of another cell at the end of a dark corridor. Bilbo thought it would be better to turn back but curiosity got the better of him. He inched forward towards the bars, trying to catch a glimpse of who was in there but also trying to avoid the elven woman who was still looking around. Who could be in the cell? Who else had insulted the elves one way or another? Bilbo lent forward just enough to the small figure inside. It looked like a dwarf or a small man child, too thin to be a hobbit. The slight form was dressed in a once-fine elven tunic which was torn and had small red stains Bilbo didn't want to know too much about. Bilbo had heard of elf children, never seen one in the flesh, but he knew enough to know that children were more precious to them then they were to any other race. So why was one chained up in the smallest darkest cell in the realm? The poor lad looked pretty beaten up too: his lip was bleeding, dribbling down his chin; he was favoring his right leg as though the other was coursing him immense pain; his arms were pulled high above his head so he could only just reach the floor; his eye was bruised and blacked, swollen almost closed. That was what told Bilbo who it really was. In those chocolate brown irises was a fiery determination and an all-too-familiar twinkle of mischief.

"Kili?! Is that you?" Bilbo cried, completely forgetting about the fact that he was invisible and that there was a heavily armed elf standing inches from him.

The heavily armed elf in question, turned to the sound, pulling her sword out at the same time. Kili lifted his head at his voice showing Bilbo the cruelly tyed gag that the darkness had hidden.

Bilbo ducked out of the way as an elvish blade whistled over his head. Yelping, he pulled the ring from his finger, revealing him self. Kili let out a muffled cry the sounded something like: "Bilhboh!"

The ginger elf froze at the sight of him, her sword stopping inches from the hobbit head, "Who are you? What are you doing here? How are you here?"

Bilbo thought it best to tell the truth, seeing as the sword was cutting in to his hair and a frantic Kili was nodding at him to continue, "I'm a Hobbit. Bilbo Baggins at your service. I'm friends with the dwarves and with Kili here, I mean you no harm! Please point that blade some where else!"

The elf glanced at Kili who was still nodding, before lowering her sword. "Kili seems to know you." she said that like a question.

"Yes, I was traveling with his company before you came along." Bilbo didn't mean it to sound so scathing, he quickly added, "No you in particular but your race... I mean, your people...er." Bilbo realised he was digging himself a large hole, he could have sworn he saw Kili roll his eyes. The dwarf started making muffled noises, trying to get the attention to him. Once the elf had turned to him, he motioned walking forwards before tugging at his chains.

"Fine, but you have to be quick or Sveniline might come back!" she said, walking to a rope fastened to the wall. Who ever this 'Sveniline' was, he was obviously not kind judging by the shiver that past through the young dwarf. The elf unwound the rope, letting it pass through her fingers, Kili's manicales lowered until he could walk to the bars.

Roughly pulling of the leather gag, Kili lent towards the pair watching him, "Thank you Tauriel. My arms were killing me!"

Tauriel nodded, turning to face the corridor, "You have ten minutes."

Kili smiled, "Bilbo! What are you doing here?"

"Help you dwarrow, thats what!"

Kili laughed, it was good to hear after all this time and worry.

"What happened to you, Kili?"

Kili's smile slipped off his face, he took a deep breath and told him the whole story. From the dinner to the last meeting with Fili; then the kidnapping to the beating he got from Sveniline. Bilbo stood there in shock.

Yay, now Bilbo knows Kili's alive! But will he tell Fili?

Enjoy!