Guys...I saw Desolation of Smaug...my mind has been blown and now my head is TEAMING with new fanfiction ideas! Oh Mahal, save us all! If you all haven't seen it yet...GO SEE IT! IT WAS AWESOME! And good news: Lots more Fili :) Okay, enough with that, thank you for all the reviews and sorry it took a bit longer to post this, my mind his been rendered dysfunctional because of the Desolation of Smaug.

Chapter 12

Fíli made a mental note to avoid getting hit in the head after already sustaining a head injury as he finally came too.

His head was now throbbing, feeling as if a hammer was pounding against his skull. If anything he felt worse than before. Falling off a cliff had already hurt him enough, but now that he hadn't properly tended to his wounds, it was starting to get increasingly more painful and he was feeling much, much weaker. Whether it was the blood loss or the concussion that was affecting him more, he could not say for sure.

The Goblins that were dragging him were not exactly mindful of the state of their prisoner. His feet dragged across the rocky floor, jarring his legs. The way they held him put a lot of strain on his injured shoulder and was rather uncomfortable for his broken ribs. Not that they really cared.

Eventually they came to a stop and threw Fíli on the ground carelessly. As Fíli rolled on his back to try and avoid his injured ribs, a Goblin came up in front of him and roughly tied his hands together. The rope was tied tightly around his wrists, adding a lot of pressure onto his dislocated wrist and sending more pain through his body.

Just once Fíli would like to be captured by friendly captors that were mindful of the state of their prisoners.

He wasn't sure where they came from but a couple of Orcs appeared, sneering when their yellow eyes landed on him. "Where did you find this one?"

"Does it matter? We did what your Master asked of us."

Fíli just glared at them, not showing fear or emotion.

"The dark-haired one is not giving us answers. Perhaps this one will be easier to persuade."

Fíli was glad they turned around when they did otherwise they would have seen the change in emotion in his face. The dark-haired one.

Did they have Kíli? What did they mean he was not giving answers? Were they torturing his little brother?

Their master… Fíli's face blanched. Bolg. Bolg had his brother. Bolg was torturing his brother for information about him.

No, he could not let that happen. He had to find him.

It took a bit of effort but Fíli reached into his pocket where he had hid the ring only to find it was missing. His eyes frantically searched the cave for it until he spotted a Goblin examining it. If he was going to save Kíli, he was going to need Bilbo's ring. He wasn't sure, however, on how he was going to get the ring from the Goblin. It wasn't like he was in any condition to fight and trying to sneak up on the Goblin would be like Kíli trying to sneak into Thorin's armory when they were little dwarflings.

And let's say that he even managed to get the ring and escape the Goblins, he had no idea where his brother was being held. The mountains were vast and one could easily get lost in the tunnels beneath the mountains; Kíli would be killed before he could reach him.

Fíli needed a plan and so far the one that was coming to mind wasn't ideal but it was the only way to save Kíli. Painfully he got to his feet, doing his best not to draw the attention of the other Goblins.

He took a few steps and launched himself at the Goblin holding the Ring. They tustled as Fíli struggled to get the upperhand and, succeeding, snapped the Goblin's neck with a sickening crack before getting to his feet and attempting to run.

"He's escaping! After him!"

Fíli knew the Goblins would catch up to him; that was the point.

He hadn't made it far when there was a violent crack and a stinging sensation ripping across his back. He fell forward onto his knees, his back stinging from the whipmark. Another crack and he fell fast first into the rocks, this time his back dripping with blood. He wasn't sure how many times they brought the whip down on him, but eventually they stopped and dragged him back towards the camp they had set up. He landed painfully on his back and before the Goblins left him alone they gave him a final kick in his ribcage for good measure.

As soon as they walked away, Fíli looked down to his bound hands to see the ring that he clutched like a lifeline in his hands.

His plan had worked.

Now all he needed was for them to take him to where they were holding his brother and he could slip the ring to Kíli so that Kíli may escape while Fíli gave himself to the Orc so that he would no longer chase after his brother and Bilbo... if Bilbo was still even alive.

Fíli lay in pain, closing his eyes and smiling when he saw Kíli smiling at him. It always seemed that it was him getting his little brother out of trouble. When Kíli was caught stealing their mother's cookies from the cookie jar, it was Fíli who claimed it was him so his brother wouldn't get punished; when they had been caught sneaking into the forge in the Blue Mountains, it was Fíli who said it was his idea and Kíli was just following along even though it was Kíli who ran in first and Fíli was only there to make sure he didn't get hurt; when Kíli was injured on a hunting trip months before the quest, it was Fíli who carried him back home.

Fíli remembered all the adventures he and his brother shared and all the times he got his brother out of trouble. This time would be no different. He would do whatever it took to make sure Kíli was safe, even if that meant sacrificing his own life.

He remembered the promise he made Kíli all those years ago. "You're not alone. I'm right here. I'm always here and should we ever get separated I will always find my way back to you."

When he opened his eyes he stared down at the ring in his hands. "Hang on, Kee," he began, pocketing the ring in his jacket, "I'm coming for you."

TBC...

Oh Fili, you really need to stop with this matyr behavior. Anyway, please read and review and, of course, a teaser:

Without his ring, Bilbo had to be extra careful to not be detected. There wasn't much light in the caves, if at all and not wanting to gain the attention of the goblins he dared not bring out Sting to light his way, so he found himself stumbling over rocks. Hobbits were not meant to explore caves. Not that they were really meant to go on adventures yet there he was.

Oh, how he couldn't wait to get home to Bag End.

Bilbo's ears picked up more voices and a muffled cry of pain. His stomach twisted because that sound was not any Orc or goblin.

It was too human for that.