Oin had been taking his time with his dinner. He laid the spices upon the sizzling meat with one hand, the other slowly stirring the curry sauce as his mouth watered. Oh dinner was going to be good that night.

His concentration broke under the horrible banging sound of his door being slammed open. Wood splintering at the knob.

"Oin!"

"Nori? Wh-" His voice cut off when a group of people stormed into his kitchen three people carrying a fourth. One dropped down to his knees, giving the most awful choking sounds.

"Kili! Shit!" The blond of the group swept his arm over the kitchen table knocking everything off replacing the objects with a bleeding Bilbo.

"What the hell happened?!" Oin barked as he turned off his stove.

"Bilbo got shot." Nori huffed, out of breath, as he went around Oin's kitchen opening drawers for some scissors.

"And this one?"

Fili was groping at Bilbo's pockets, "Kili's allergic to lamb! You're cooking fucking lamb! FUCK! Where-yes!" Fili dug into one of Bilbo's pockets and fished out an epipen. He dove towards the floor grabbing Kili's leg. He pulled the plunger and hit the epipen into Kili's outer thigh. Fili gathered up Kili rushing him outside into the fresh air.

Kili continued to make those horrible gasping noises but at least his throat didn't look like it was being crushed from the strain of the allergic reaction to Oin's dinner. He collapsed to his knees clutching his blood covered boyfriend to his chest. What the hell could he do? What was wrong?

He felt a faint tugging at his jacket. He looked down, Kili trying to get into his pocket.

Why?

"Inhaler! You're inhaler!" He dug through his pockets trying to find one, panic obscuring the fact he didn't have a spare on him. Kili tried pulling on him again, his breathing getting worse, smaller, faint. He was suffocating. He checked Kili's pockets next finding nothing. They had rushed out of the house too quickly, it had been left behind.

"No." He pulled Kili up higher, holding him tight as his voice broke. He shouted over his shoulder. "NORI!"

The man came running out of Oin's house. Seeing the desperate look on Fili's face as he rocked, Kili growing ever more quiet. "I need an inhaler!"

"Fuck. Fuck!" Nori ran inside once more. It was only a few seconds that he was gone but it felt like an eternity to Fili. He came back with a blood covered inhaler. He got on the other side of Kili, shaking the object before shoving it into his mouth and pressing down. The youth not moving or making any sound.

"Come on." He shook it again, puffing the medicine into Kili's mouth once more. "Come on little spitfire, don't get snuffed out like this." He pulled Kili out of Fili's grip. He tilted Kili's head back and pinched his nose. He covered Kili's mouth with his and started resuscitation.

"Kili, please." Fili gripped Kili's hand. "You gotta breath baby."

Nori puffed more of the inhaler medicine into Kili's mouth before continuing his cpr. He didn't know what to do. He never had to do cpr on someone with asthma before. He was trying to do what he could and it was getting them nowhere. Completely frustrated he balled up his fist and slammed it down on Kili's rib cage.

Fili shoved him off of Kili shouting obscenities and threatening Nori pain for touching Kili in such a way. But then Kili was gasping for air. He was coughing and rolling onto his side and clutching his chest.

"Oh god, oh-Kili," Fili gathered up Kili's long hair holding it out of his face as he gasped in dirt and grass clippings and coughing it back out.

Dori smoothed out his floral patterned skirt. He uncapped his red lipstick and slowly spread it over his lips. Such the way of his life now for almost twenty years. Dressing up as a woman, going by a different name in a little town. Being alone, only having Nori come over once a year to catch up on time long long past. It was a lonely life, but he got used to it and in a way he enjoyed one aspect of it. That very aspect coming over soon to pick him up on a date.

There was a knock on his door. He looked at his carefully braided hair, fluffed up a few spots before trilling out in his practiced female voice, "Coming."

Upon opening the door his smile fell. "Bofur."

Bofur took off his hat, "I'm sorry for this, but... we need a place to stay."

Dori stepped to the side, placing a hand to his chest as he watched Thorin and Dwalin carry Ori in on a home-made stretcher.

"Sorry for this." Ori said as he was carried passed.

"Oh dear, take him to the bedroom down the hall." Dori pointed a manicured nail. "The guest bedroom is to the left."

"Bofur... what in the world is going on?"

"ORC. Has Nori showed up yet?"

"Nori? Not a word from him since last christmas."

Bofur cursed under his breath getting out his cellphone. "That's not good. I was expecting him to be here before me."

Thorin came out from the guest room, his hair a mess and his face tired. He came down the hallway hearing Bofur on the phone. Dori standing in a fine skirt and blouse, fingers playing with a pearl necklace looking more worried by the second.

"What do you mean they've been shot?!" Bofur yelled.