Kili whimpered, blood was pouring from his mouth where he had bitten his tongue, trickling down his chin and on to his chest. He cradled his wrist, which was sprained and twisted and he couldn't breath with out pain blossoming in his chest. He shouldn't have done it. It was stupid and he was already in trouble for the dinner, now he had made it worse. He pushed himself up on to his elbows, feeling his face for the first time. It felt puffy under his fingers, blood was dripping from a cut in his cheek. He shouldn't have done it. But he was asking for it.

10 minutes before

Sveniline pulled Kili by the neck back to his cell, the dwarf hissing and spluttering. The elf shoved Kili in to his cell before slamming the door shut. He leered through the bars,

"Trying to attack the king? You could get sentenced to death for that!"

Kili spat at him, "You're just evil, pure undiluted evil!"

"And proud." Sveniline turned away.

"You right softy!" Kili called,

The elf turned, eyebrows raised, "What did you say?" he said with false politeness.

"You put on a tough front but you're scared to disobey your king!" Kili knew that he shouldn't push Sveniline too far but he remembered Tauriel once saying to Sveniline:you could even be banished for disobeying the King again, given your history. If he got Sveniline in enough trouble, he could be banished and that would give Kili the only small bit of pleasure he would get until he saw his brother.

"I would disobey him in a blink of an eye!"

"Prove it!" Kili yelled at him, no longer caring about the pain he was about to be in. In his rage he slipped in to Khuzdul "Ozirum menu seleku!Khagam menu reliku pembu rukhas!"

Sveniline couldn't understand him but the gist was obvious, "You're going to wish you hadn't said that!" and he pulled open the door.

Now

Tauriel had come just in time or Kili could have been killed. Sveniline was even now standing before the king, who would be debating what to do.

Kili was crouched down in a ball for at least three hours before a kind face elf opened his door. The dwarf didn't bother straightening up, even if he could, he wouldn't have. The elf knelt down to his level, reaching out to lift Kili chin so she could see his face. He flinched back, "Who are you?" His voice cracked, along with the blood on his lips.

"My name is Ladrengilwen, I am a healer and I have come to take you to a healing room."

"Why would you do that?" Kili's brain took time to kick in.

"Thranduil has ordered it."

Then Kili remembered where he had seen her face before, "Aren't you Thranduil's maid?"

"Yes I am, but I am also a healer, cook and fighter." she spoke calmly and quietly, avoiding hurting his already pounding head ache.

Kili looked down at him self, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can walk."

Ladrengilwen smiled, "I will be back with help."

She left the door open when she went, but Kili didn't bother moving. Five minutes later, Ladrengilwen came back with a male elf and a stretcher, the man introduced himself but the name fell straight from Kili's mind. They set the stretcher down next to the injured dwarf, they pulled him lightly on to the fabric. Pain forked up Kili's spine, making him gasp in pain. The male pressed a foul smelling bottle under his nose, the odour strangely familiar. Just as Kili realised what it was he found himself falling in to blissful sleep as elves carried him away from his prison.

Kili woke in a white room. His head was still throbbing but in distant way, he couldn't really form his mind in to anything. It must be an after effect of the drug. He smiled, life didn't matter to him anymore. The elves didn't matter. Erebor didn't matter. Thorin didn't matter. Fili didn- Wait, what did he just think? Did he really just think that? What had these elves done to him? Kili surged to his feet, just releasing he was laying. His soft covers tripping him up as he was lunging for the door, which seem much closer then it really was. Kili landed flat on his face, writhing on the floor, wrapped in that sheets. He yelled out, staggering to his feet. Elves rushed in to the room, pulling the dwarf away from the door. Kili sagged against their arms, knowing there was no point in struggling. They helped him back to bed, Kili's vision swam again, his mind was sluggish and blurry. Tears stung his eyes and he thought he saw a familiar face.

"Ma? Is that you?" Kili whimpered

Then she disappeared, replaced by a elf. Kili howled, face contorting. "I want my brother...please, I just want to see him."

Ladrengilwen watched the dwarf whimper for his brother, she tried to soothing him but he just cried harder. Ladrengilwen was angry, who could anyone do this to someone?in that room, she made a vow: Ladrengilwen would get Kili to his brother even if it killed her.

I was annoyed when I wrote this and very sleep deprived. Kili is going to see his brother in time, and god i need some SLEEP

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