Inside Bard's house, Kíli is laying on a bed as he moaned and strained in pain.
"Ugh, his face is covered in sweat." Willow scoffed in horror.
"Ah! Ugh! Argh!" Kíli moaned.
"He's running a fever." Tara said.
As he continues to moan from the pain, Lance fills a bowl with hot water and rushes to him.
"Here we go." Lance offered.
"Thanks." Tara replied.
"Can you not do something?" Jonathan asked Óin.
"I need herbs, something to bring down his fever." Óin said.
Bard searches through his bag of medicines. "I have nightshade, feverfew…"
"They're no use to me." Óin said, cutting him off. "Do you have any Kingsfoil?"
"No, it's a weed." Bard answered. "We feed it to the pigs."
"Pigs? Weed? Right." Bofur nodded and points at Kíli. "Don't move." He then runs out of the house in search of pigs and Kingsfoil.
"Ah, he's not going anywhere." Gwen said to him.
"How did this happen exactly?" Devon asked.
"He got shot by an arrow." Oz remembered. "While we were leaving the Woodland Realm until we were ambushed."
"And he got shot in the leg." Gwen added, checking the wound. "How can he get sick when he gets shot by an arrow? It just doesn't make any a sense."
"Not unless if the arrow was poison." Fíli answered.
"Poison?" Willow asked. "What kind of poison?"
"A morgul arrow." Fíli responded the name of the poison.
"How on earth are we going to heal him?" Jonathan asked. "We don't even have the proper medicine to cure him."
"He's right." Devon agreed. "With no medicine, Kíli will die."