Prompt: "Imagine Fili calming you down after the Run-in with Azog."

You were safe, you know you were; Azog had long since been left behind. But sitting on the back of the Eagle carrying you, you couldn't help by stay tense with adrenaline and grip the feathers below you tightly. A loud shout from Fili nearby, as he screamed Thorin's name in anguish, brought you back to the situation at hand- for the time being.

Azog had managed to corner you and the Company after you had all escaped from Goblin Town (thanks to Gandalf's timely arrival) and now were heading away from the burning hills, somewhere; you didn't know the scene where these majestic birds were taking you. They had flown through the night, but while many other slept on the backs of the birds, you kept awake out of pure fear.

Now, in the early morning sun, the Eagles landed around a rock face, and trembling slightly, you jumped to the ground. The company swarmed around the lifeless figure of Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain, but though you were concerned for his well-being, you wanted nothing more but to be somewhere inside and away from the Orcs that were now hunting you all down. You hugged your arms to your chest, and gripped your arms tightly. Kili seemed to notice as he glanced back at you, worrying.

He knew that there was something between you and his brother, and he loved to tease you both about it; laughing wildly when your cheeks burned bright red in you denials. And now, you were completely the opposite to your fun-loving nature; you felt weak and vulnerable- neither of which you were. Kili frowned, knowing something was desperately wrong- but you would only spill to one person there.

He nudged his brother in the arm, and caught the eye of the concerned Fili. He inclined his head to you quickly, and Fili turned to see you on the verge of tears. Fili looked at you, and felt his heart drop; it pained him massively to witness you like this. Nodding to Kili, he pushed back through to where you were standing, staring down at your feet. You didn't look up at him, until he whispered to you.

"[First name]?" He asked, concerned. "Are you alright?" You looked to him, and nodded lightly. But he could clearly see that you were not alright.

"I'm fine." You whispered back to him, but he pressed on; stubbornness was in their blood, and you knew that he would let it go until you spilled everything to him. For fifteen minutes standing there, he tried to get you to talk to him, to no avail. On the way down from the Carrock he tried- nothing there either.

Fili kept wandering about you; what would cause you to be like this? If you wouldn't ask now, he would try when the Company rested.

Later that night, long after the sun had set, you all managed to find somewhere to make shelter. Everyone was exhausted; there was no time to rest during the day, in fear that you would be caught by the Orcs. But even Gandalf could not go on now.

As everyone settled down with what they had left, you volunteered to take the first watch. Nobody argued, and as you sat with your knees curled up to your chest, you gazed into the night.

You were still petrified from earlier, and sitting here - the only one awake- make everything seem ten times worse. As you spectated the darkness that curled into the places that the fire could not reach, you tried everything to keep yourself from crying out of fear. You had managed to keep silent all day, and you thought that you had finally pushed away Fili's concerns for you.

But, as you finally gave into your fears, and silently wept into your knees, he woke up to your cries. When he saw you, sobbing silently, unable to stop, he felt the painful ways his heart twisted and mauled itself, listening. He knew that something was wrong, and quietly moved to sit beside you, under the large tree. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and quietly whispered words of comfort into your ear until your sobs died away and you gathered the urge to look up at him.

"[First name]" He whispered to you, frowning. "Will you tell me, what's wrong?" He asked. He wanted to help. Desperately. Finally, you gave in.

Sitting upright, and stretching your legs out in front of you, you glanced over to Fili and tried to form the words. But with each thought of what you wanted to say, you felt like crying all over again. The thoughts of what could have happened, to you, to Fili, to anyone in the Company, are the stuff of nightmares.

Tearing up again, Fili pulled you into his chest, and you mumbled out a single word. "Azog."

He understood fully. "[First name]" He whispered into your hair, as he comforted you in the dark; sitting here with him make every danger lurking to find you all, seem distant.

"You're perfectly fine- everyone's alright. Nobody got killed. Azog is not going to get anywhere near you, if I have anything to day about it." He said, and you pulled back to look at him.

"Do you mean it?" You ask, feeling a little like blushing at your stupidity. But Fili smiles lightly and nods, reaching out to grasp your hand. You let him take a gently hold of it. You both sat there in silence for what seemed like an Age, until you both kissed; you have no idea which one of you leaned in first, but you weren't pulling back any time soon. Fili's hand came up to rest upon your neck and you wraped your arms around his.

After a while, you both pulled away, when you heard someone clear their throat nearby. Both you and Fili looked to see Kili standing there, with a smug look upon his face. "You finally noticed?" He asked, and you threw a small acorn from the ground at his head.

"Shut up, Kili." Both you and Fili muttered, laughing lightly before pulling in for another light kiss.