Chapter 3! I thank again my beta GregMadHatter for assistance in my grammar!

Fíli opened his eyes slowly, an agonizing groan escaping his lips as his head and was filled with such excruciating pain. His tortured body shivered, despite the many blankets wrapped around him like a cocoon. The prince tried to comprehend what was happening but nothing seemed to make sense.

He caught a glimpse of his brother before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and darkness took him once more.

He wasn't sure if he had been out for a few hours or a few minutes but when Fíli finally wakes up, he feels a cold cloth on the top of his forehead, trying to eliminate the heat.

"Are you going to stay with us or are you going to leave again?"

Kíli was sitting on his right. A bandage covered his head on the right side, a small speck of blood staining the material but nothing major. His tunic was torn from where his left arm, revealing the splint. Small cuts and bruises littered what else was exposed.

"No I am alright."

Fíli removed the blankets to see his shoulder and chest wrapped in bandages. Cuts were scattered around his body, including his face. Luckily none of them were infected.

"What happened?"

When Kíli moved the cloth he noticed that his head was almost completely covered, leaving strands of hair sticking out.

"You were thrown like a sack against a tree by the white Warg. You hit the tree pretty hard. The moment you fell you stopped moving. You really scared me, Fíli."

Fíli's heart turned cold at the thought of his brother realizing that he might have died. He grabbed hold of Kíli's hand.

"I'm sorry, but I am going to be fine," Fíli smiled, assuring him.

Kíli helped his brother to sit up. The moment Fíli was up he saw the other members of the company with their own injuries.

Bifur, Gloin, and Dori were struck by an arrow in their legs which had now been treated for infection. Ori suffered a fractured shoulder when he was caught between a boulder and a Warg, but seemed to be fine. Both Nori and Bofur's right arm were splinted after a Warg tried to take a bite of them.

Bombur was stricken with a head injury when he was knocked to the ground and Balin was leaning against the rock, his face nearly white due to an infection when a Warg grazed his right leg. Dwalin was sitting beside his brother. Other than the fact his clothes were ripped and a small gash was on his shoulder a few inches away from his neck, Dwalin was the same as always, sitting in silence with his stoic face. However, you could see he was uneasy when he would stare at Balin from time to time.

Surprisingly Óin, Bilbo and Thorin (which Fíli was thrilled about) had no injuries that did not need attention, leaving Óin to examine and take care of the group.

It was then that Thorin walked over.

"Fíli, how are you feeling?"

The king's eyes showed concern but also regret because of what had happened. Fíli nodded at his uncle's question.

"I still feel feverish and my body is tender but in a few days Kíli and I will be up to our tricks again."

Thorin let out a deep chuckle, gently ruffling both his nephew's hair.

"You two rest I'll keep watch tonight."

As the brothers got under the quilt, shoulder to shoulder, Fíli heard Thorin say he would have the first watch before drifting back in to dream.

A few hours were left until sunrise. Everyone were resting as they recovered from their wounds. Everyone, save a blond prince, who began to grow restless.

Fíli's body was frozen, even with his brother pressed against his back and the layers of quilt on top of him. No matter how much more warmth he could possibly get, he still could not stop shaking.

"Oh please don't tell I have an infection?"

He coughed twice, feeling his fever rising His head pounded as if it kept getting punched over and over again. Going back to sleep was not working so slowly, he sat up to see all members huddled together as they tried to keep warm inside the cave. His eyes found Thorin resting against a rock outside the cave with a small fire toward the right.

Not wanting to wake his brother, he somehow quietly (although with a struggle) got to his feet, bringing one quilt with him towards his uncle.

Thorin was lost in thought when he suddenly felt hair close to his face. He turned to see Fíli settling down next to him.

"Do you mind if I sit out here beside you, uncle?"

Thorin eyes widened that his nephew would ask to sit next to him but answered none the less.

"Of course."

The two Durins gazed up at the onyx sky that glittered with multiple stars. Despite being near to the fire Fíli was still pulling the cover tight around his body. When Fíli coughed twice, Thorin turned his body and put both hands on his nephews shoulder. He then felt his forehead, removing his hand quickly after feeling the burn.

"Fíli, when did you start to cough and how long has your fever been like this?" asked Thorin, holding his nephew's very hot face.

Fíli's concentration was leaving him.

"Only about half an hour ago"

Thorin looked unconvinced.

"Are you positive?"

Even nodding his head was painful.

"Ok, let's get you back to bed and I will wake Óin. There is a chance you have an infection.

Thorin put Fíli's left arm over his shoulders; Fíli literally dragged his feet behind him. He didn't even make it to his bed before he collapsed. Thorin shouted out his name but it went unheard as he fell into darkness for a third time.

It is a little short but OMG I am so vile! Poor Fíli! Good news no character death! Chapter 4 is on it way tomorrow people!