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The Hobbit- The Thicket//Fili

(A/N: Pretend they were on foot for this part of the journey, not on Pony's from Beron.)

"Up ahead!" Gandalf called as the Company tracked through the thinning forest. It was mid-morning, and the sun was shining.

"A clearing, and beyond that, the entrance to Mirkwood!" He called back. Damita pumped a fist in the air and shouted,

"Home stretch!" The Company laughed at her burst of enthusiasm. Damita had managed to keep spirits high the entire journey. She had been a great comfort in the dark times, bringing hope in each storm.

"Woohoo!" Kili cheered, Fili and a few other as well. Gandalf glanced back with a chuckle, even Thorin cracked a smile, which had become rare the further in their journey they'd got. Damita was a brave Darrowdam, though that hadn't stopped the elder few from mothering the lass.

"Ahhhhh"

The chilling scream scared the birds into the sky from their perches in the trees. Damita's ears rang, and she briefly wondered who had screamed. The sound of muffled shouts surrounded her, but they seemed far away, and the sound of water rushing seemed to block it out.

Slowly, in a dizzining manner, the Darrowdam lowered her head to look at her leg, something in her telling her it was important.

She sucked in a breath, suddenly realising she'd been holding it, as Fili's hands gripped the sides of her face, and lifted her head before she could get a look at her leg. The world seemed to come rushing back, and she could hear again.

"Don't look Dami." Fili said as he held her eyes, keeping her face in his hands.

"It's a rabbit trap."

"It's gone straight threw."

"If it's hit an arterie, removing it could kill her."

"Not removing it will kill her."

"We might have to take the base of the leg."

"Nonsense. Move aside."

The others were quickly talking around her, and Gandalf was kneeling, but she dare not chance a look, even as her eyes darted to view the grey wizard in her peripheral. Her eyes shot back to meet Fili's, as they suddenly filled with tears that quickly spilled over, as her body began to shake. Fili wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, as he tried to reassure her.

"It's going to be okay. I'm right here. You're going to be fine. I promise." He whispered softly to her, moving to rest his forehead against hers, as she closed her eyes, shuddering with her silent tears.

"Damita. You're going to have to sit down." Came Gandalf's voice. Damita's head shot up to look at him as she shuddered more violently. She verbally sobbed, but nodded.

"Can you help me?" She asked as she looked back to Fili. He nodded before she could even finish.

"Of course." He said sincerely. She pulled his arm to move him behind her, before pulling them both under her armpits, and gripping them above her chest.

"On the count of three." Gandalf said as he readied Fili's pack, which had been taken from him sometime in the midst, just beside her left foot.

"One." He moved one hand behind her leg.

"Two." He gripped the pack with the other.

"Three." As Damita dropped her weight, Fili lowered her to the ground, and Gandalf lifted her foot, sliding the pack underneath it to elivate it.

"Ahh!" Damita bit back her cry as the raging pain surged up her leg, her adrenaline having run its course, and disapated, upon the jostling of the wound.

Fili softly shushed her as she sat, wedged between his legs, his arms now wrapped around her waist. Sobs shook her, as she tore her eyes from the vulgar wound, reaching to tightly grip one of Fili's hands bringing them to rest against her chest.

"It's going to be okay. I've got you. I'm right here." Fili whispered soft encouragements in her ear, his lips nearly ghosting the shell of it. She leaned back against his chest, and turned her head to bury her face in his neck and cheek, wrenching her hand between her teeth as Gandalf and Balin, removed the wooden stake from her shin. Her scream was broken as she bit down on her palm, hard enough to draw blood.

"You're doing so well." Fili whispered constantly into her ear.

"You are brave."

"You are strong."

"You've got this."

"It's going to be okay."

"I've got you."

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Damita twitched in her sleep, clenching her fists tighter, causing Fili to glance down at her as his shirt shifted, clutched between her fingers, as she lay wrapped tightly in his arms. He had always felt strongly for her, and when asked to accompany his uncle on the journey to reclaim their home, his first thought had been of her. And when she had stubbornly insisted that if Fili, and Kili, who was younger than them both, was going, she would be too, his heart had soared, and worried. That's when he'd known, for sure, that she was his One. From then on, there hadn't been a moment to tell her. But somehow, he believed she already knew.

He leant down to gently kiss her damp brow.

"We should send her back to Beron's. She'll only slow us down." Fili glared at Dwalin from his spot away from them all, as they sat around a fire at the edge of the clearing just before Mirkwood. He knew regardless of what they chose, he would go with her. Damita was his home, not the Blue Mountains, not Erebor, her.