So, I guess this could be classified as another filler? I got a ton of requests for Kili/belly time and Figrid/Sigrid time and I am so sad to say there is neither in this chapter :( but the next will so stay tuned!

Tauriel's throat burned and warm tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. The stone floor was cold and hard on her knees, but unfortunately she couldn't move from her current position. Two warm, rough hands nervously ran along her back as another set of tremors shook her body and she vomited again into the basin in front of her.

"Are you sure this is normal?" Kili's anxious voice came quietly from above her, directed to the set of dwarves in their room. Tauriel tried to lift her head and assure him she was fine, but her stomach heaved.

One moment, she been perfectly content in Kili's side as he tried to get some sleep before dawn and the next, she was flailing from the bed and shoving her head in closest stone pot as her stomach emptied its contents. "Shouldn't it have stopped by now?"

Being the caring and honestly a little naive father-to-be Kili was, he immediately tracked down those he thought could help.

"It'll pass," Oin grunted, digging around in one of his medical sacks. Fili leaned against the wall next to him, yawning and watching Kili carefully. In any other situation, Tauriel would have been embarrassed to have the older brother see her in a night dress, but she couldn't bring herself to care as she groaned into the basin. "Quite common, this is. Although fightin' off a pack of wargs probably didn't do her body any favors. She's stressed."

Tauriel slightly raised her head. Kili frowned at the unusual paleness and watery eyes. "I'm not-." Her words were cut off as she quickly ducked her head once more. Kili's jaw was set hard, but his hands continued the slow motions on her back. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Tauriel tried again. "I am not stressed. I am fine."

"If you were fine," Kili growled, "you wouldn't be curled on the floor with your head buried in a pot, when just moments ago you were perfectly healthy."

"You obviously have never been around a pregnant woman," she muttered, knuckles growing white on the edges on the basin.

Kili made a discontented noise, something between a moan and a growl as she spit out more bile.

"Listen to the lass." Oin looked sharply to the young dwarf. "Her bein' sick is a good sign. I'd be more concerned if she wasn't feelin' no discomfort at all this entire time."

"I thought elves didn't get sick?" he demanded, moving hair from around her shoulders.

"Well apparently they do with a dwarf growing inside them," Tauriel snapped over her shoulder. "Oin, I changed my mind. I am stressed. He's stressing me."

Fili took that as his cue. Pushing away from the wall, he grabbed Kili by his shirt and pulled him to his feet. His younger brother didn't make a move to stop him, but instead was looking curiously at his elf maiden.

"I'm not stressful," he retorted, brow furrowing.

"Kili, I love you," she said heavily, slightly looking over her shoulder at him, "but for some reason every time you talk I want to punch you or aim an arrow at you."

"Ouch," Kili mumbled, shooting a glance to brother who smirked. "So, you want me to go?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, but-just go find something to do. I will find you later."

Kili nodded. Pregnant women, actually women in general, were still new territory for him. He'd heard jokes and dwarves teasing each other when the occasional wife was expecting, but never understand the cause of it until now. Judging by the look on Tauriel face, it was in his best interest to do as she asked.

Reluctantly leaving to the sounds of his betrothed retching into the stone basin, Kili left the room with Fili in tow.

"I like the elf while she's pregnant," Fili remarked cheerfully. "She's snappy; keeps you in line."

"You never knew her while she wasn't pregnant."

"Good point."

"We'll put a watch on Ravenhill, but that only gives us eyes towards the north."

"We won't have the bodies to do so until our kin arrives," Dwalin interjected from his position next to Thorin. The burly dwarf was studying the large map intently as he spoke. "But when they do, we should have station closer to the river as well."

"Nah, Bard will have that covered," Kili argued. He was across the vast table from his uncle, Balin, and Dwalin with Fili on his side. Splaying his hands on the map of Erebor and surrounding areas, he slightly shook his head. "We may have a whole city coming to live here, but you know most of those men aren't soldiers. We've got to put what little skilled fighters in places closer to home until the rest get some training."

"He's got a point." Fili leaned over the map and pointed to the north. "Restoring Ravenhill will do us some good, but we've got no need to watch the river. Anything coming from there would have to go through Mirkwood first. The elves seem to be pretty keen on dealing with trespassers."

"We don't know where Azog's scum is hiding," Thorin hissed, "but I agree. I doubt they'd get close to Thranduil's kingdom. For now, we'll stick with Ravenhill and keep the gates armed with bodies. As Gandalf said, this isn't an army we're preparing for."

"Have you heard anything from our mother?" Fili questioned, raising his eyes from the map. Kili did the same. "Azog's forces might attack our people on the road if he's after the line of Durin."

"I am not sure the Pale Orc knows of your mother's existence, Laddie," Balin answered. "Her birth, like most daughters, was kept quiet. No, I think it's you two and your uncle we should be most concerned with."

"I'd rather be there," Kili confessed. "If something were to happen…" He didn't need to finish. Fili knew exactly what he meant.

"I have not received a raven from her for several days." Thorin looked to map and pointed to the lower half of Mirkwood's eastern border. "Last I heard, they were here. Once they reach the tip, it will be a two week journey."

"I'd rather leave now." Fili glanced to his brother for support. Kili nodded eagerly to his uncle. "It makes me uneasy that our mother, your sister, travels the wild when Azog has vowed to make your life miserable. If he has discovered you have a living sibling, then that would be an efficient way to darken your days, Uncle."

Thorin didn't answer right away. He glanced to Balin and Dwalin, who said nothing but gave slight nods. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I do not disagree with your request. If we stuck to the original plan, you'd be leaving in a couple weeks anyway to meet them. You do realize this will make your trip quite longer?" Both brothers nodded. Thorin sighed heavily again. "Fili, it came to my attention you promised to train Bard's eldest. I can't have you going back on your word to his family; especially his daughter."

"I will when we get back," Fili hastily promised. "I'll explain it to her on our way out. She'll understand."

"And Kili?" He shifted under his Uncle's stern gaze. "Have you discussed an extended trip with the she-elf?"

"Er no, I haven't." The image of Tauriel being sick on the floor crossed his mind. While Oin had been adamant that it was a normal occurrence, he felt uneasy leaving her alone. However, she would be safe in Erebor's walls while he journeyed to assist his mother and their kin. That was what was truly important. "She'll be alright. Tauriel knew I'd be leaving to meet them at some point."

"What of her kin? Has she heard no word from her king?"

"No," Kili answered. "He still has no knowledge of the baby. Thranduil won't be a problem."

"Very well," Thorin decided. "You may leave when you wish."

Their uncle quickly dismissed them. It was still early in the morning, but both brothers now had a long trek to prepare for. The memories of wargs and trolls from their last adventure were still quite clear and Kili silently wondered what they'd encounter this time.

"Do you think she'll take the news well?" Fili questioned them as they crossed an open hall.

"Who? Tauriel?"

"No, the other elf you're having a child with."

Kili gave short punch to his brother's shoulder, immediately wincing at tightness in his shoulder. "She might be surprised I'm leaving quickly, but I'd rather go now and not when she's further along. Plus she'll have Sigrid and that damn horse to keep her company."

"Just think, soon Mother can keep her company too."

Kili groaned. The sound echoed in the stone stairwell they were currently climbing. "I don't want to think about that."

"Oh, come on. You survived Thorin finding out. She won't be any worse."

Kili eyed his brother warily as they walked. "You think so?"

"No. She's going to kill you."

Fili dodged a second punch from his brother, laughing as they went to their separate chambers.

"Kili, yes."

Tauriel didn't pout. She didn't whine or mope. Woodland elves, all elves for that matter, held their dignity when things didn't go as planned. However, she was very good at making her displeasure known.

"Tauriel. No," Kili responded shortly. He tossed a quiver of arrows on his bed, next to where Tauriel was sitting. She sat straight, watching him with a firm jaw and crossed arms. Her sickness had left as quickly as it had come, leaving her as capable and strong willed as ever.

As Kili expected, Tauriel held no ill feelings for his journey. In fact, she seemed eager at the prospect of Kili being reunited with his mother. Their conversation had been light and cheerful, until Kili suddenly caught on to why she was eager; why Tauriel had not put up a fight at the idea of him travelling the wild for longer than necessary.

She thought she was going with him.

The air in the room became tense and hot, like fire had struck under their feet when he uttered a single word: no.

Ignoring her disapproving gaze, he stalked to a chest, digging through a medley of daggers and knives. "I'm not changing my mind."

"I am not a young, ignorant maiden you can command," she said hotly. "I make my own decisions."

"Well, I'm making this one for you. The answer is no."

Her blood boiled, but Kili continued to avoid her gaze as he dug through his weapons. "There are orcs calling for your blood," she said through clenched teeth. Kili had found the daggers he wanted and put them none too gently on top of the chest. Turning, he faced Tauriel with a heated look to match her own. "If you think I'm letting you go alone-."

"Tauriel, I'm not arguing about this."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Neither. Am. I."

"For the love of Mahal," he growled, running a hand irritably through his hair. "You're with child. I'm not letting you travel that far with orc packs on the loose."

"You and Fili are mighty warriors," she hissed, rising to her feet. Kili did not waver under her menacing gaze, "but if a pack of wargs were to track you, you'd be no match for them on your own. Your shoulder is still on the mend! I could help and you know it. You cannot expect me to sit here for over a month, waiting for your return."

"That's exactly what I expect!" he nearly yelled. "I'm not letting you put your life in danger, let alone our son! You are not coming."

Tauriel clenched her jaw, her hands automatically moving to the hidden bump in between her hips. Unable to find words to explain the heated thoughts running through her head, she only glared back at him with her chest rising heavily.

There was a knock on the open doorway, and the glaring pair turned their eyes to Fili. He looked at Tauriel's flushed cheeks and Kili's clenched fists and took an automatic step back.

"Um, is this a bad time?"

"No," Kili retorted, whipping his head back to the elf. "I was just telling my love how much I'll miss her this coming month."

Tauriel pulled her lip over her teeth and gave an irritated outburst of air; something between a shriek and growl as she pushed past Kili. Fili jumped out of her way as she stomped out the door.

"What? No kiss?" Kili yelled sarcastically after her.

Tauriel whirled on the spot, crimson hair flying around her torso. Teeth barred and green eyes enflamed, she screamed. "Auta miqula orqu!"

Fili watched her disappear down the hallway, cursing the race of dwarves in elvish, before entering his brother's room. Kili was busying himself, digging for his traveling rucksack from a set of drawers before throwing it next to his quiver.

"I have no idea what she just told you," Fili commented, leaning against the wall, "but I don't think it was a declaration of love. I'm assuming she took news of our journey well."

"She wants to come," Kili snapped, slamming the drawers shut with more force than what was necessary. "I told her no, that it wasn't safe with the baby, and she lost her mind! What was I supposed to do?"

"How long was she a captain?" Fili questioned. "Probably longer than we've been alive, right?"

Kili paused at the change of topic. "I suppose."

"I don't think she's used to this. Letting others do the protecting, the heavy work."

Kili shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Risking the child's life is selfish."

"You aren't going to go after her?"

"No." Kili began searching for his traveling coat. "When are we leaving?"

Fili rolled his eyes, but said nothing on the trivial fight between his brother and the carrier of his heir. "Dawn."

The mountain grass was stiff and rough under her bare feet, but Tauriel hardly noticed it over the fiery heat in her chest. Her hands clenched and unclenched by her side as she walked swiftly in between where Talagor was grazing and the stone boulder Bilbo was sitting against.

"Am I crippled?" Tauriel demanded to no one in particular. Talagor perked his ears at her slightly shrilled tone, but slowly lowered his head back to the grass as she passed. Bilbo said nothing; only glancing at her over the pages of the book in his lap. "Am I weak or incompetent?"

"No, but I do think you're over reacting," he mumbled, looking back to the worn pages. "You can't honestly tell me you thought Kili, rather any of us for that matter, would allow you to journey in your condition."

"My condition," she scoffed. Tauriel tightly folded her arms across her chest as she paused in her pacing. "Carrying a child is not an illness. It neither weakens nor harms the body. To be ordered to stay behind like a helpless housewife is an insult."

"It doesn't weaken the body?" Bilbo questioned. "That's odd, because a little bird told me someone was emptying nearly her entire body weight in stomach contents this morning."

Tauriel flushed, but kept her jaw tight as Bilbo smiled crookedly at her. "That is a normal occurrence. Kili doesn't know much about these things and was overreacting."

"Right, say you have one those sick mornings on the road? Say you're ill the night a small band of orcs decides to attack?" Bilbo turned a page in his book, but pointed a finger towards the large entrance to Erebor they were a stone's toss away from. "Say you aren't sick at all the entire time you're gone. Kili would still be too entirely worried for you, he wouldn't be able to focus. He'd be slain the second something just from a bush."

Tauriel didn't say anything. Silently, she ran her fingers down Talagor's side until the horse nudged her cheek with his nose. Bilbo had made a clear point, one she had not considered. Kili was reckless and passionate. Those traits could be quite admirable, but not for the journey at hand.

"You know I'm right." Bilbo said pointedly when she had not spoken. Smiling smugly, he went back to his book.

"Yes," she said slowly, "but that is still no excuse for the answer he gave me. Simply telling me 'no' and expecting everything to be merry was foolish. He can't order me around."

"The idea of you being out in wild probably only upset him," Bilbo sighed. "From what I understand, dwarves don't look down upon their wives as men do, so I don't think that's the issue."

"Do they?" Tauriel looked across the sunlit land to where Dale stood, momentarily distracted. "Elves are equal in gender; none is greater than the other."

"Looks like that's something you two have in common then. Race wise, at least."

"Hm," Tauriel hummed, hugging Talagor softly around his neck. "I'm still quite angry with Kili, I think."

"You're a young woman," Bilbo commented. "Of course you're still angry with him. This baby will be born, grow, and have children of its own and you will still be upset with him over this."

Tauriel laughed softly, but it didn't dull the warm heat that's settled in her chest during the last hour. The mature, reasonable thing to do was go in search of the dwarf that'd she felt done her wrong. She could discuss her fears and anger, and hopefully come to some sort of middle ground. That's what Tauriel of the Woodland Realm, captain and warrior, would do.

However, this was Tauriel who'd ran away from kin and homeland, straight into the arms of those her kind despised. She fought orcs and wargs, keeping the life in her quite intact. This four months pregnant Tauriel was in no mood to be the bigger person.

"I think I may stay out here with you for a bit longer," she decided, kissing Talagor's nose lightly. "If you don't mind."

"You, uh, aren't going to find Kili?" Bilbo asked carefully. "I imagine he'll be leaving soon."

"Yes, I imagine he will be," Tauriel eyes narrowed to the mountain and Bilbo swallowed thickly, "and no I'm not."

Auta miqula orqu-go kiss an orc

So, Tauriel hates hates hates double-hates LOATHES when people think less of her. Kinda how Kili implied ;) and Kili is mad she'd put the baby in harms way.

Ah, first big fights. Always fun.