AN: Alright, so I've had a few people ask for more on this story so here is one more chapter for you guys. Hope is satisfies y'all!

Kili glances around the camp, making sure no one watching him, seeing everyone is asleep and Thorin and Dwalin are deep in conversation. Kili's eyes shift over to his brother and he watches him for a moment, satisfied that he's still asleep. He pushes himself up, stifling a groan and glances over at his uncle. Thorin has stopped his conversation with Dwalin and has begun watching Kili push himself to his feet, seeing him moving a little slower than normal. Kili mumbles something about using the bathroom and trudges away from the company. Thorin narrows his eyes at his nephews retreating back but doesn't say anything.

"What are you thinking?" Dwalin asks, eyeing his friend critically.

"I don't know. Something's wrong," Thorin says, his eyes never leaving the path Kili has disappeared down. Dwalin glances over in the direction Kili had gone and his mind begins turning.

Kili turns the corner and leans his back up against the rock face, his head resting against it as well and his eyes closing. He takes a couple deep breaths before looking down at his left side. He pulls his jacket away from it and hisses at the pain as he prods the injury. After he fell and caught himself on the rock and his body slammed into the cliff face, a sharp stick had punctured his jacket and evidently his side. Kili rips a strip off his tunic and he presses it against the wound, willing the bleeding to stop. He should probably wash it out but he doesn't know how he's going to do it without everyone finding out about it, especially Fili and his uncle.

Thorin glances back at the path Kili had gone down, wondering what is taking the boy so long. Movement from across the camp has him shifting his attention and he notices Fili waking up. Fili sits up and looks around, not seeing his brother anywhere. He pushes himself to his feet and his gaze moves over the camp, finally resting on his uncle who is watching him. Fili rubs at his eyes and moves over to where his uncle and Dwalin are sitting and takes a seat next to them.

"Where's Kili?" Fili asks as he stares into the fire.

"Bathroom," Thorin says, glancing back at the path and scowling when Kili has yet to appear again. Fili nods his head and leans towards the fire and puts another log on it. Thorin's eyes shift to Fili and they widen slightly. "What happened?"

Fili furrows his eyebrows and sits up looking over at his uncle, not sure why he sounds worried. Dwalin looks over at Thorin, his own eyes furrowed in confusion as well. Thorin grabs Fili's shoulder and pushes him forward to get a better look at Fili's back. Dwalin sees what Thorin has seen and his eyes widen as well.

"You're bleeding Laddie," Dwalin says, pulling at Fili's jacket. Fili turns in his seat to try to get a better look at his jacket.

"No I'm not," he says deciding to take his jacket off. Dwalin takes the jacket from him and sees that there is no tear in it while Thorin inspects Fili's back but doesn't see any blood on his tunic.

"I don't understand. There isn't a rip in your jacket," Dwalin says as he shakes his head and looks over at Fili.

"And no blood on your tunic," Thorin adds, looking over at his eldest nephew as well. Fili looks between the two of them and then his eyes widen.

"Kili," he whispers worriedly. "He was on my back when we were hauled back up here."

Thorin's eyes widen and they dart over to the path he had seen Kili take. Fili's head whips around and he notices the path as well. Without further thought, Fili jumps to his feet and rushes towards the path, Thorin and Dwalin on his heels.

Fili rounds the corner and stops abruptly, seeing Kili sitting on the ground, leaning up against the rock face. He hurries over to his brother's side and squats down to his eye level. Kili blinks and looks over at his brother and tries to offer him a smile but it doesn't reassure Fili in the slightest. Fili's mouth forms a thin line and he looks down at Kili's side notices the cloth being held against it with one of Kili's hands. Fili gently pry's Kili's hand away and takes a closer look at the wound. Thorin and Dwalin stand off to the side and watch as Fili inspects the wound before Thorin turns to Dwalin.

"Get Oin up," he says and Dwalin nods his head and disappears around the corner. Thorin turns his attention back to Fili. "We need to get him back to camp."

Fili nods his head and gently pulls his brother to his feet, throwing Kili's arm around his shoulder. Fili looks over at Thorin and nods his head and the two princes follow their uncle down the path as fast as they can. As they enter the camp Oin is up and already getting his supplies ready. Fili leads Kili over to their bedrolls and slowly sets him down so his back is against the rock face. Fili kneels down beside him and only looks away from the wound when Oin approaches with water containing an herb and a cloth.

"We will need to clean the wound out," Oin says handing the bowl to Fili. Fili takes the bowl and cloth from Oin and immediately begins cleaning the wound. Oin goes back to his supply bag and takes out the necessary items to stitch the wound up, meeting Thorin's gaze and giving him a knowing look. Kili watches as his brother finishes cleaning the wound and sets the bowl and cloth down beside him. Oin approaches and kneels down next to Kili and gives Fili a look which Fili understands. Fili moves towards Kili's shoulders and rests his hands on them, looking his brother in the eye.

"We have to sew up the wound Kili," Fili says, causing Kili to meet his gaze and nod his head. Fili nods his head once and looks over at Oin nodding his head to allow him to proceed.

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Thorin sits on his bedroll and watches his nephews across from him, taking in Kili restless, sleeping form. It didn't take long for Oin to stitch up the wound but it most definitely wasn't pain-free. He didn't know who the process was more painful for, Kili or Fili. Thorin's gaze shifts to said eldest nephew and he sighs. Fili is lying next to his brother, his face towards him. Thorin can tell that even as Fili is asleep, it is light, his ear listening for any sign of discomfort from his brother.

Someone approaches and sits down next to him and Thorin looks over to see Dwalin watching the boys as well. Thorin sighs and looks back over at his youngest nephew silently thanking Mahal that they caught the injury in time. When it is obvious that Thorin isn't going to say anything, Dwalin speaks up.

"They were lucky today," Dwalin says as he stares at the heirs. Thorin hums in agreement.

"Kili was foolish," Thorin says as his face hardens. Dwalin looks over at his friend and studies him a moment.

"Foolish, maybe. Stubborn and prideful, yes," Dwalin replies as he looks back at the youngest of the company.

"His brother isn't always going to be there to save him," Thorin says with a scowl and Dwalin smirk slightly, looking down at the ground in front of him.

"It's okay to admit you were worried," Dwalin says, looking over at exchanging his smirk with Thorin's scowl before getting up and walking back to his bedroll. Thorin sighs and looks back at his nephews, relieved that they are both fine.

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