Suddenly, the small house vibrated and dust fell from the ceiling. Kali, (who was no closer to feeling better than an hour or so prior), shuddered. Through clenched teeth, she growled, "Dragon."

 The eldest daughter (Sigrid, the dwarves had learned her name to be) looked worriedly towards Bard, "Da?"

 "It's coming from the mountain," the son (Bain, apparently) informed, looking out the window.

 Fili turned and stepped from the small, raised spot he, Kili and Kali were (Oin was still rummaging about in the kitchen), "You should leave us. Take your children; get out of here."

 "And go where?" Bard replied, "There is nowhere to go."

 Tilda, the youngest of the three children, looked up at her father, "Are we going to die, Da?"

 "No, darling," Bard shook his head, lying somewhat unconvincingly as he looked above his head for something.

 "The dragon," Tilda continued, "Is it going to kill us?"

 Bard found what he was searching for and reached up. His hand pulled free a long, sleek, dusty black rod from the rafters. When the dust cleared, you could see an intricately twisted end on it. Bard looked at the tip of it, "Not if I kill it first."

 "And how do you intend to do that?" Kali wheezed, "That Wind-Lance hasn't been used in over a hundred years."

 "No one ever said anything about a Wind-Lance," Oin muttered, staring (like the rest) at the Black Arrow.

 "How else would you shoot it?!" Kali snarked, "It is as tall as him, you cannot just shoot it from a normal bow!" Bard ignored her and just took off out the door with it. His son followed close suit.

 Kali groaned out in pain again, though there was an underlying tone of intense fear in it, "Where is that insufferable dwarf with that damned Kingsfoil?!"

 "Looking, calm yourself, Kali," Fili checked her forehead again and groaned, "You're getting hotter."

 She chuckled to herself, despite the burning that was travelling up her body, "You think so, Fili? I thought I was as hot as I could get, but thanks."

 "Be cheeky after you're off your deathbed, Kali," Fili chided.

 Kili glared, his hand tightening around Kali's, "Bofur will be back soon, no worries."

 Sigrid stepped onto the steps out front, searching around for her father. After a few moments she shrieked and ran back inside, trying to slam the door. There was a sword in the way so she gave up and released the handle, jumping back into the house.

 Kili, Fili, Bain, Tilda and Oin were fully alert now (as was Sigrid). The first orc that walked in got a stack of plates thrown at it (courtesy of Oin) and it recoiled slightly before swinging at Sigrid. She screamed and ducked under the table, tipping the bench on it's side as a small shield. Another orc fell through the roof and this one too got a plate thrown at it by Tilda before she was grabbed and pulled under the table by her sister.

 Fili had jumped on an orc at the same time one went after Bain. Acting on a whim he used a table bench as defense, sliding it into the orc's legs and then throwing it up to hit the orc in the chin. 

 Another orc dropped onto the steps outside, however this one was dispatched by a dark green and bright red blur. As soon as she killed that one, Tauriel pulled out another knife and moved into the house. A blonde and light green blur dropped through a hole in the roof, sending arrows slicing through orcs.

 "Get down!" Fili grabbed Bain's shoulders and shoved him under the table just as another orc rushed at him.

 Tauriel killed that orc and moved to kill another one. Kali, who was fed up with the disgusting beings, stole Kili's knife and stood from the bed. She was able to stab the orc in the side as she fell down with a cry. 

 Tauriel and Legolas began working on the remaining two orcs as Kili stooped and looped his arms under Kali's, "Come on."

 Kali shook him off and fell back onto the floor, listening to Bain speaking with the elf. It was all she could do, really, as her vision was going, "You killed them all."

 "There are others," Legolas came back inside, "More will come."

 Oin had knelt on the floor beside her, frantically feeling her wrists and under her ear. Kali vaguely heard his voice, "We're losing her!"

 Tauriel looked from Kali to Legolas, who was waiting at the door, "Tauriel."

 Kili stepped half in her path, "Tauriel," his voice wavered, "Tauriel, can you help her? In any way?"

 Tauriel looked back at Kali, who still had the ability to glare at her, and she looked back at Kili, "I wish there was something-"

 "Tauriel," Legolas called her name once more and disappeared down the stairs.

 "Please?" Kili looked hopefully up at Tauriel, pleading with her, "Is there anything? Have you any idea on how to save her?"

 Tauriel paused before answering and grabbed her knives, spinning into the doorway. She gasped and grabbed a handful of leaves from Bofur's stunned grasp, "Athelas." she examined the leaves, "Athelas..."

 Bofur was very confused, "What are you doing?"

 Tauriel smiled a little, "I'm going to save her."

 Kili grinned, letting out a small laugh of elation and relief, "Really?"

 Fili and Oin grabbed Kali and laid her on the kitchen table, trying in vain to hold her down. Upon seeing a dimly-outline elf she struggled more and Fili tried to comfort her, "Tauriel is here to help, Kali, stay still."

 "No!" she shouted, wriggling about even harder, "get that vile being away from me!"

 "Kali," Kili was at her side, "Kali, why? You have to otherwise you may very well die!"

 There was a hint of satisfaction in Kali's distraught voice, "I'd rather die than be healed by an elf!"

 Kili gave a look to Fili and nodded, "Taken a page from Thorin's book about elves, I see."

 "We can't have that," Fili bit out, right before roughly grabbing onto Kali's left leg with both hands, using all his strength to hold it down, "Grab her other leg, would you, Kili?"

 "Get away from me!" Kali couldn't kick out quick enough before Kili's hands locked her other ankle into place, "Kili! Fili!"

 "Bofur," Oin stepped back and let Bofur take his place with Kali's arms.

 Bofur, however, looked towards Bard's two eldest children, "Could ya' give me a hand, please? She may be dying' but she's still got a lot of strength left in 'er."

 Bain, however was the only one who stepped forward and gripped Kali's un-held shoulder as Tauriel inched closer, kneading the soaked Kingsfoil into her hands. She pressed it into Kali's wound and began chanting something that no one but Kali could understand (had she been able to understand anything). Kali screamed and thrashed around in pain and Sigrid suddenly jumped over, placing both hands on the peredhil's shoulders. 

 She called out for her sister, "Tilda!" Tilda threw down her teddy bear and scurried over to try and help. Tauriel continued chanting her elvish healing words, "Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth."

 This continued on for a while until Tauriel's repeated words slowed a little. Her hands began withdrawing from Kali's leg, content with her work. Kali, whose pain subsided quite a bit from before, squirmed free of the hands that held down her shoulders. Without a thought Kali flung her upper half forward, smacking her forehead dead-on against the elf's as hard as she could manage. Tauriel toppled over backwards, seemingly unconscious, as her head was not used to such impact. Being a dwarf, however, Kali's was and she was left sitting upright, leaning forward a little bit. Hair hung in her face and her breathing was laboured. Bain, Bofur, Sigrid and Tilda had backed up a ways, but Fili and Kili were still holding down Kali's legs, watching with anticipation at what she would do. 

 Kali only gave a faint snort of content and flopped back over, weak from being forcefully-healed.

A/N: Isn't that a nice thank you.