Kili wiped his eyes on a sleeve. He was sick of being captured, of being forced around by the elves. He missed his brother and it hurt him to think his life long friend to be hurting because of him. All he wanted to do was to break out of this wooden fortress and find the person closest to his heart.

Kili stretched, glad of the freedom from his cell. They hadn't bothered cuffing him again, after all, he was surrounded by armed elves with their backs to him. Tauriel and Sveniline had long since disappeared in side the large, white oak doors they were now waiting outside. Kili shifted, nervously. This meeting with the king definitely wouldn't be as pleasant as the last time. There probably wouldn't be meat there or any food for him but Kili wasn't worried. His appetite had vanished when Bilbo had left, his hungry gone with his brother.

Thranduil sat at the table, wrapping his delicate silver robes around his chair. "Ladrengilwen, bring the food." He said, then flicked his hand at Tauriel, who was standing by the door, "Bring him in."

The ginger elf spun on her heals and flung the double doors open.

Kili only glanced at Tauriel as she came towards him, "Ah, my audience with the king has been accepted, I see," he muttered, sarcasticly.

Tauriel raised her eyebrows, pulling the dwarf from the circle of elves, "Keep a civil tongue in your head, you about to dine with a king."

Kili rolled his eyes, "I will if he does." he growled.

Tauriel pushed the prince to the chair next to her king on the long table, making sure he sits well back on his seat. She glanced at Thranduil, who hardened his look at her. Tauriel unwound a length of silvery rope from her belt, testing the strength before winding it round the chair and its small occupant. After tying the string in a tight knot behind the back of the chair, Tauriel backed away from the table to her post by the door, not before sending a apologetic look at the brunette.

Thranduil smiled with no warm or mirth, "That rope is a present from the Lady of Lothlorien, good luck in trying to break free."

Kili scowled, testing his freedom of movement. He could still move his arms and his shins but his whole torso and upper legs were stuck in place, rigidly to the chair. The king was right, the rope was almost unbreakable. Almost.

Ladrengilwen came in to the room with two other kitchen staff, all carrying trays of food of all kinds. Most of the plates were set in front of the Mirkwood leader but one small, metal plate, about the size of the plates Dis had back in Ered Luin, piled with meat was set in front of the Erebor prince. Kili look at it in disinterest, the slices were the worst cuts, too over done and dry. Typical.

The sevants bowed and backed out of the dining hall as Thranduil pulled some plates towards him. "You should eat, Kili. I heard you haven't eaten in almost two days!"

Kili said nothing, gazing at a knot in the wood of the table.

Thranduil stilled in his eating, "If you do not eat something, I will sent you back to your cell."

Kili didn't move.

"With Sveniline." The King finished.

Kili shot daggers at Thranduil as he slowly reached for his fork. The elven lord grinned, "Thats good. Can't have you starving, can we?"

Kili cut off a small mouthful, slipping it into his mouth, before setting his knife and fork down again.

Thranduil raised his eyebrows,"Well, I suppose thats enough to be getting along with."

Good, Kili thought, because I wasn't going to eat another bite until I see my brother.

As if he could read his mind, Thranduil said, "The rest of you company has left you know."

Kili's heart sank, Fili had left think his brother was dead. The younger was worried what the older would do if they didn't see each other soon. He was glad, if a little disappointed, that Thorin had continued his quest with out him. Something must have shown on his face.

"Obviously you didn't then." Thranduil started eating again, "Strange they would have left you behind. Especially you being royalty and everything. I mean, you are in line to the throne, if only just. They must have given up all hope that you must be alive!"

Thranduil's voice bored in to Kili's head, he tried to shut it out by listening to fiddle music in his head.

"And your uncle! You must be worth less then a dragon inhabited mountain to him! Hes left you behind, leaving you to the mercy of elves, who, I would like to add, he hates more then anything else."

Kili could feel Thranduil watching him, searching him for a reaction.

"But he must think you failed him, after all, you did manage to get yourself captured when you were a guest here. Also, you were saved from the spiders by a female elf! The embarrassment!

"And your brother, left without looking back, leaving you here rot in a dungeon. He might have even been glad that you-"

Thranduil had crossed the line. Kili growled loudly from his throat, pulling at his bounds. He wished he could reach his knife but it had slipped just out of reach, his shoulders were pinned uselessly against the chair. Thranduil smiled nastily.

"Your brother. Uh ha. What was is name again?" Thranduil pretending to be thinking about it, "Lili? Feefee? Kifee?"

"Fili!" Kili couldn't stop himself, so he shouted, "His name was Fili!"

"Oh he speaks! Its a miracle!"

Kili lost his temper. It was inevitable. He tipped his chair forward, grabbing the sharp steak knife that was lying by his plate, flipping it up and back to pull at the knot that tied him to the chair. Tauriel must have only half-heartedly tyed it as it fell apart and his shook the rope off. Such was his rage that he managed to free himself before the guards could get any where near him. Launching himself at the king, Kili was amazed that he managed to get to far. This amazement was short-lived as a strong arm wrapped itself around the dwarf's waist, pulling him to the ground. Kili tried to pull away as elves descended on him, pinning his limbs down as he thrashed. He could hear Legolas calling for some manicales, Kili pulled at the grips of the elves around him in vain. A sword butt came down on to his forehead and his vision went foggy.

Thranduil hadn't moved, he was still smiling. That was easier then expected. So, the weakness was family. Especially the brother. Fili.

Thranduil started to plan.

Hey, haven't posted in a while so made a longer one. What's Thranduil thinking? well you will find out soon, *cackles*

More Fili next chapter!

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