Hello there wonderful readers! Here is the next chapter! Enjoy it and comment and give me crit. Even the mean stuff which is really helpful. This chapter is for Happyhungryhippos who is going on camp so I'm updating a day earlier than I said. Anyway! Tomorrow I must have all chapters up until here re-edited so you'll know if I don't. :D And what do you think of the pic? Now read on and see what awaits you this chapter!

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The dwarves fell upon the gate with the force of an avalanche in the moutains. As soon as they were inside Fili, Sabrielle and Legolas split off in search of the young dwarvish prince. Orcs swarmed them from every side, hacking and slashing though the beasts were caught quite off-guard. The fury of the attacking dwarves was unleashed as they cut through the mutated creatures with frightening ease. Most of the attention had been drawn to Bofur, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin and Nori so the two elves and Fili took the distraction to slip off un-noticed. Sheds lined the walls of the camp and from inside the moaning of pain and despair could be heard. The trio began to search the sheds hoping to see Kili. The camp consisted of ten huts, three large holding pens, a tent for Orcs and an armoury.

The pens were rings of high wooden stakes in which eighteen or so depressed and starving captives were held. The trio broke a hole in each of the three holding pens to allow the prisoners to escape once they were safe to do so. The sheds, however, for a far worse sight; scrawny skeleton-like figures lay chained across tables sitting at 45 degree angles. Each individual was bloody from numerous weeks of harsh treatment and neglect. Once again the trio freed them from their bondage whilst looking for the young dwarven prince. They did not break all the chains only those who could possibly have the strength to free the rest later. The search of the sheds and pens took only twenty-seven minutes but revealed no sign of Kili.

    “We’ve searched all the places where they’re keeping prisoners,” moaned Fili a quiver of anguish tainting his voice, “Where is he?”  A few Orcs that had broken away from the main fight tried to rush them but Sabrielle and Legolas dispatched them with quick and graceful ease.

    “No not despair, Fili,” the female replied sharply, “The centre tent is still unsearched. Perhaps he is in there.” With a quick glance over to see that the other five dwarves were intact within the melee they slipped inside the final flicker of hope scarcely alive in Fili’s chest.

The first thing that hit them was the smell; like smoke, stale sweat and rotting flesh. Sabrielle gagged drily and both males were instantly by her side. She shook them off impatiently and gestured for them to split up. It was dark but not so dark that they could not see though Fili tripped on a pile of rags on the messy floor. Quickly he picked himself up and looked down at the offending items. With a start he realised it was a severed leg oozing a foul black substance that couldn’t have been blood. The King’s stomach heaved but he swallowed it down.

‘No weakness,’ he chanted in his head, ‘I cannot show weakness.  I am the King of Erebor.’ He tore his gaze away from the torn limb as he heard a soft cry from the far end of the tent where Sabrielle had been searching. He made his way as swiftly as he could without tripping over to the elf’s side. She was kneeling down next to a bed of rough planks and on the beams lay a dark and familiar figure.

    “Kee,” the dwarf whimpered dropping to his knees also, “Oh Mahal. Kili.” A hand rested on his shoulder and he looked up to see Sabrielle looking across at him her dark eyes a heavy deep blue.

    “I’ll carry him,” she offered gently, “You and Legolas are better fighters.” The King nodded sharply and stood back putting on his face a look of detachment.

‘No weakness,’ he reminded himself, ‘You’re the King, remember?’ The elf scooped the unconscious dwarf up in her arms and started for the front of the tent with the other two close on her heels. They welcomed the cleaner air gasping it in like a drug as they stepped out of the foul darkness.

    “Hurry!” commanded Legolas as he rushed headlong into the fray that had not left the front gate, “Get him out of here!” Fili stayed close to Sabrielle’s side as she darted and weaved in between the still fighting orcs. Several creatures took a swing at her all missing always to be taken out by the twin knives of her dwarven protector. The pair was soon out of the gates and running up the hillside, Fili bellowing over his shoulder for the dwarves to retreat. Sabrielle was halfway to the ponies when she tripped slightly and a wave of pain shot through her right leg.

    “Sabrielle?” the blonde dwarf questioned breathlessly catching up to her, “Are you hurt?” The elf shook her head.

    “Just tripped,” she managed and pushed herself off the ground to continue to run with Kili in her arms and his anxious brother by her side. As soon as they arrived at the ponies Fili darted about checking saddles and re-strapping gear while the elf set down her charge and looked him over. The dark-haired dwarf’s skin was flaky and pale under the layer of collected grime and blood. He was deep in a dry fever though it was not anywhere near the one he had endured ten years ago.

    ‘Thank the stars,’ she thought light-headed with relief, ‘Another fever like that and he’d be sure to die.’ She only had time for a brief check-over before the others came thundering up the rise.

    “Let’s ge’ out o’ ‘ere!” gasped Bofur swinging himself up into the saddle of his pony, “Those orcs are righ’ on our trail!” The rest of the company followed suit and Sabrielle pushed Kili onto Êlthalion before jumping up herself. Legolas steadied her horse before mounting his own.

    “Let’s move,” commanded the King, “We need to get back to Erebor.” And away they sped. Sabrielle making sure that Kili was not too badly jostled about by the riding vaguely aware of a dull stinging in her leg from her trip.

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