Here is chapter two! Personally I could have done better but I just need more practice. Also I will thank my Beta-reader GregMadHatter for helping me with my grammar. Thank You!

Although it felt like hours have gone by, it had only 10 minutes of pure silence filled the air.

Fíli held his swords up high and ready as he stepped slowly into the encircled looked vertically and horizontally but there was still no sign of the sound that he had, without a doubt, remembered hearing. In his mind Fíli wanted to go further but in his heart he knew it was best to wait and stay clear from the forest until the sound became more open and present.

And it did.

Fíli eyes widened when he heard a howl, but not just any howl; a howl that sent a chill down his spine.

The howl of a Warg!

He kept on searching but with no success. The Warg was not in sight. Fíli remained calm, an important lesson he learnt from Thorin when fighting in a battle. He observed with not his eyes, but ears. If he couldn't see the Warg then he will hear it.

His left ear picked up the culprit.

Slightly turning his head towards the boulder behind him, his eyes caught sight of a Warg moving just above his head. With a swing of his sword the prince split the hideous creature's jaw open, instantly killing him.

But then others appeared.

Ten, twelve, no, fifteen Wargs emerged, circling him. Fíli held his twin swords on each side.

With a smirk, he shouted, "Come and get me!"

Slashing, howling, and screeching could be heard and, thankfully, none belong to the prince. One by one, Fíli showed his battle techniques; twisting, turning, slicing the monstrous beasts that made impact with his swords.

However he failed to see what was coming behind him.

His body was thrown forward on the hard ground as a Warg kept his grey filthy paws on his prey. He swerved around and decapitated the head, kicking the lifeless body away as more and more Wargs kept appearing.

"How many are there?" He thought as he continued to take them down. He felt his body becoming breathless and his swords were beginning to slip from his sweaty hands.

"What is taking Kíli so long?"

Fíli had turned to take out another Warg when the wind was knocked out of him, the force sending the prince sprawling towards a tree. He flinched at the impact; his back bruised and left shoulder was possibly dislocated. A snarl was heard above his head. A white Warg, the leader of the pack, stared at Fíli with so much hatred and hunger. He was surprised he was still living. Fíli struggled to a standing position, preparing his swords before charging straight ahead.

The Warg howled when his face was caught by the sword but then the beast swung his paw, gashing Fíli's right shoulder and chest. The prince fell on his side; his head swirled at the blood that began to soak his clothes, but that didn't stop the leader stamping a paw on his back.

Fíli couldn't help but let out a scream as his back was attacked before. Looking to his right he saw one of his swords that had escape his hand. He began to move his hand when a strong blow of a tail collided with his side, sending him flying into a tree. Fíli harshly hit the ground, feeling blood at the back of his head. His vision began to turn into a haze as he tried to sit up again.

The Warg growled, shifting his back, preparing to pounce.

"Kíli where are you?"

His pray was answered.

An arrow shot out the bushes, killing the Warg closest to Fíli. This caused the white Warg to jump a distance from the prince. He signed in relief when Kíli and the whole company came charging at the pack. Thorin shouted in Khuzdul as the fight began. Kíli knelt beside his brother.

"Are you alright?" he asked when he noticed the blood.

Fíli took a few breaths, leaning against the tree. "I'm fine, what took you so long?"

"Sorry for arriving late. There were Wargs in every inch of this forest! Gandalf believes that they have been here for a while. I had just reach camp when a pack of Wargs had attacked us. They didn't win, of course, but when I had told Thorin about you, he ran so fast I could have sworn I felt the wind rushing through my hair!"

Fíli laughed at the small joke but grimaced at the jolt of pain that shook his body. The wave of exhaustion and blood loss was taking control. Kíli stood, protecting Fíli as he fired two more arrows that had planted themselves inside two Wargs.

Despite the desire to rest, Fíli knew he couldn't until all the Wargs are killed. He leant on the tree trunk for support as he tried to stand.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his enemy. Alarming bells rang in his ears when he saw the white Warg coming up behind his uncle. There were multiple Wargs everywhere. Thorin's attention was so focused on them all that he failed to see the white Warg bare his fangs high and prepare to strike. Kíli's chocolate eyes saw what was happening and he prepared his arrow.

He never had a chance to fire when golden hair brushed past him.

"Fíli no!" cried Kíli

Fíli ignored his injuries and swung his sword towards the white Warg.

Thorin turned in horror as Fíli staggered against the Warg, leaving it enough time to bite into the back of his fur coat and throw the golden prince with such speed that it sent him skidding across the ground. Fíli's body rolled several times before he landed on his stomach. Blood lay in a pool under his face, covering his sun-light hair. His eyes were losing focus as they began to close.

Before he was succumbed to the darkness, he could just barley hear his comrades and a devastating shriek from his brother and Uncle.

Hope you like it…chapter 3 will be tomorrow so don't worry. I am a horrible person on what I am doing to Fili…he is one of my favourite characters!