Sam jolted awake. He blinked several times, clearing sleep from his eyes. He yawned and leant back against the tree. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he shot bolt upright. He looked from his brother's empty spot to the space next to a snoring Kili. Sam looked back to where Dean had been sitting and frowned. In his spot was a faintly glowing feather. His face fell, remembering why Dean had left in the first place. But that didn't explain why Fili was gone too.

"Kili," Sam hissed, "Kili, wake up!"

Kili shot up, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword. His eyes scanned as far as he could see before he turned back to Sam and glared at him, "I swear you two are trying to kill me. Do you not know the meaning of sleep?"

"They're gone," Sam said simply.

Kili frowned. He looked to his side where Fili had been and then to where Dean had been. He stood up, unsheathing his sword. Sam got to his his feet and took out the knife Fili had given him. The two of them whirled round when they heard footsteps. Sam ducked behind the tree he'd been sleeping against, seeing Kili do the same. Sam felt his heartbeat getting quicker as the footsteps got closer. He stood still, trying to slow his heartbeat. He tensed his arm, ready with the knife.

Dean and Fili raced back from the Orcs' camp as fast as they dared, trying to make as little noise as possible. They slowed as they saw the burning embers of their fire. Dean's stomach flipped when he didn't see anyone around it. He glanced at Fili who was staring straight ahead, both hands grasping his sword. Dean looked ahead. He stepped carefully, making as little noise as he could.

He exhaled, realising he'd been holding his breath. He saw Fili out the corner of his eye making his way around a tree. Dean passed another tree, conscious of every sound - his breathing, the fire crackling, Fili's footsteps. Every step he took, the leaves that crunched underfoot were thunderous. A twig snapped to his right. He whirled around, his heart hammering in his ears. He let out a breath when he saw Fili grimacing at the noise.

Dean looked forward again, taking another step. He frowned, catching movement on his left. He took another step, coming level with a tree. He acted on instinct - swinging the knife around and burying it in the bark. He drew in a breath, feeling the cold steel of a blade at his throat. He looked up from the blade into his brother's brown eyes. The two stared at each other. Dean blinked.

He smiled, "Heya Sammy,"

Sam dropped the knife he realised he was still holding. Dean looked over just in time to see Fili and Kili drop their swords from each other's throats. The dwarves looked over to them.

"How did it go with Gabriel?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.

"We have a bigger problem... Apparently," Dean replied glancing to Fili, "Orcs."

"What?" Kili stared at his brother, "How many?"

"At least three," Fili replied, "Wargs too,"

Fili launched into conversation with his brother. Neither of them sheathed their swords.

"Wargs and orcs," Sam said quietly, looking at Dean, "We have daggers."

"We've fought demons with less," Dean grinned, his eyes shining.

"Yeah but eighty percent of the time we've had Cas," Sam reminded him.

Dean pulled a face and nodded.

Sam rolled his eyes, "So what do we do now?" he turned to Fili and Kili.

Dean met Fili's gaze briefly. He caught a glimpse of uncertainty in the dwarf's eyes.

"We have a while until the sun comes up," Fili stated, "There's no use doing anything while it's still dark."

Dean nodded and gestured to the fire, "Watch the size of the flames,"

The four of them sat down, saying nothing. Fili reached into his coat and pulled out a wickedly shaped blade. He reached into the other side of his coat and pulled out a similar blade. He checked them over quickly before tossing them towards Sam and Dean. He smiled as the brothers looked up to him simultaneously with the same questioning look on their faces.

Dean shrugged and picked one up. He held the blade up and turned it over in his hand before poking his brother's shoulder with it. Sam picked up the other blade and jabbed Dean's side. Dean stared at Sam before going to jab him again. Sam batted the blade away with his.

Fili smiled and looked towards his brother. Kili laid his sword down beside him. He took out a dagger and started twirling it.

Kili sighed and put the dagger down, "Uncle will kill us."

Fili nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up.

"Shut up and go to sleep,"

Fili turned to see Sam grinning and Dean scowling. Sam stifled a laugh as Dean blushed slightly. Fili and Kili glanced at each other. Dean muttered something before looking back to Sam.

"Seriously, go to sleep." Dean said, his tone sombre.

"Sure. I will when you do." Sam replied.

Dean stared at his little brother, seeing the stubbornness in his gaze, "We'll take first watch," he didn't move his eyes from Sam, "You two try and get some sleep."

Fili elbowed his brother, stopping him from arguing, "Alright. Wake us whenever."

The hushed arguing between Fili and Kili finally died down. When Dean next glanced over at them, Kili was leaning against Fili with his head on his shoulder, Fili's head on top of his. Their eyes were closed, their breathing even, and their hoods pulled up. Dean smiled slightly. He glanced at Sam who was staring at the ground. Dean sighed, knowing when his brother was over thinking something.

"What is it?" he asked, running a hand through his hair, "Talk to me, Sammy."

After a moments silence, Sam looked up, "What if we are stuck here? What if Gabriel never sends us back? What are we meant to do? What if we never get out this forest?"

"Sam, stop," Dean cut him off, knowing he would keep going otherwise, "Look, we'll figure it out, okay? Besides, we have Starsky and Hutch over there. We'll get out of here, I promise. Even if I have to pray to every goddamn angel ever listed."

Sam nodded, looking back down, "What did Gabriel actually say?"

Dean shook his head, "Nothing helpful. Threatened us with Westeros."

"Did you talk or stab?"

"Hey, come on, I can do the whole talking thing," Dean defended.

"You just choose not to?" Sam guessed, looking at Dean with a knowing smile.

"Exactly!" Dean grinned. It fell when he saw the look on Sam's face.

"Orcs, huh?" Sam forced a short laugh.

Dean let out a breath, "Yeah. We'll be alright. How bad can they be?"

After what felt like hours, Dean caught Sam stifling a yawn. The older hunter nudged Fili awake, who in turn elbowed Kili awake. Despite arguing his brother, Sam quickly fell asleep. After a while, both hunters were asleep. Fili added to the fire, making sure it grew no bigger than embers. Kili watched intently. Fili sat back down next to his brother again.

"So, how should we go about getting out of here?" Fili asked.

"Well," Kili said slowly, dragging out the word, "The path was back that way so all we have to do is find it and follow it," he frowned and scratched his head, "Or maybe it was that way. Now I think about it-"

"We're lost, aren't we?" Fili looked at his brother.

Kili scowled, "No. I just... don't know exactly where we are."

Fili nodded, repeating "we're lost" under his breath. Kili glared at his brother, catching what he said.

"Yes okay," Kili admitted with a look of defeat, "We're lost. In Mirkwood. With two... of them," he gestured to the sleeping hunters, "And orcs."

"Uncle is so going to kill us."

"He won't be that mad," Kili turned to look at Fili, "Right? We haven't really caused any trouble. Just... found some. And it's not exactly our fault. He'll be proud that we killed some orcs right?"

"Kili, we're avoiding them not trying to kill them," Fili told him, "Besides, how do you think they'd fair against an orc?"

"You said they hunt monsters!" Kili exclaimed, earning a warning look from Fili, "I bet you two full tankards they'd take one easily!"

"Kili!" Fili scolded, hiding a smile, "Now isn't the time to place bets."

Kili grinned. Fili looked down, determined not to show his brother he was smiling. He looked up when he heard Sam move. The hunter turned sideways, facing his brother. Kili gave an exaggerated sigh.

"What is it?" Fili asked, glancing sideways at him.

"I wish I had packed food," Kili laid his head back against the tree they were leaning on, "I'm starving. We should go hunting in the morning."

"With what? You didn't bring your bow." Fili reminded him, "You're not the best at throwing knives. You almost took Dwalin's eye out once."

"But I didn't!" Kili added with a smile, "Anyway, uncle taught me to shoot, not throw."

"If he had you'd be somewhere near decent at it," Fili muttered with a smirk.

"Well if you're so great at throwing you could do it," Kili said.

"I would gladly," Fili told him, "But this is Mirkwood. I highly doubt anything here is edible."

Kili shrugged, "I guess," he looked around at the pitch black forest, "How long 'til morning?"

"Couple of hours. Maybe less," Fili replied.

Kili nodded and looked at his brother, "Then what?"

Fili turned to Kili and smiled, "We get un-lost,"

When morning did finally come, Kili got to work scattering the remains of the fire and making it look like no one had been there. Fili took out his sword and poked the older hunter, deciding jabbing him a few times was probably safer than shaking him awake. Sure enough, Dean was awake on the second sword poke and was instantly in attack mode. Fili stood back with his hands raised lazily.

Dean groaned and hit Sam, "Nap time's over Sleeping Beauty."

Sam shot up, hand flying to the knife. He let his hand fall from the hilt when he realised it was just his brother. Dean stood up, tucking both the blades Fili had given him in his belt. Sam yawned and stood up. Dean felt the coat that was hanging from a branch. He sighed but picked it up anyway.

"Let's go," Fili said, sliding his sword back into the sheath.

"Which way?" Dean asked.

Kili frowned, "This way!"

"No it's this way," Fili clapped him on the shoulder and turned him round so he was facing where Fili was pointing.

"I'm pretty sure it's this way," Kili pointed back over his shoulder.

"We came from this way," Fili told him, "The path's over here."

"Didn't you come from that way?" Dean asked, pointing in a completely different direction.

"No!" Fili and Kili exclaimed.

Dean blinked and turned his head to stare at Sam. Dean glanced up as the dwarves continued to argue. Sam rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, that's the way I said!" Fili exclaimed, shaking his head.

Kili scowled.

Dean glanced at Sam, "So... We going?"

Fili nodded and began walking, Kili at his shoulder. Dean rolled his eyes and started after them. Sam sighed and followed. As they walked, Sam and Dean had to duck several times to avoid branches. At every sound, all of them flinched, hands flying to hilts and stopping dead in their tracks.

"I think I'd rather be hunting a wendigo," Dean muttered, making Sam smile.

"I'll hold you to that," he promised.

Kili and Fili frowned at each other, not bothering to ask.

After a few more minutes of walking, Fili stopped by a large cluster of rocks. He frowned.

"What?" Dean asked gruffly.

"There is a slight possibility we've been walking in circles," Fili replied.

Dean threw his head back. Kili frowned and began looking around. Sam ran a hand through his hair.

"How is that even possible?" Dean demanded, a stormy expression carved into his features.

Fili threw his hands up.

"If we-" Sam stopped, hearing something snap.

The four of them stared in the direction the noise had come from. Kili held his breath, not daring to make a sound. Fili was about to speak when there was another noise behind them. He drew his sword cautiously. Kili copied him. Sam and Dean turned back around, hearing something else. Fili turned, eyes scanning through the trees but finding nothing. Another crack. Dean turned. He took the slightly longer blade out his belt. Sam's fingers lingered on the hilt of the dagger, his heart thudding in his ears.

"DEAN!"

Dean whirled around just as something furry barrelled into him, slamming him onto the floor, his blade sliding away from him. The thing snarled, snapping its jaws together. Dean pulled a face and threw his hands up either side of its face. Trying not to gag at the smell, he held its head away. He brought up his knee, pummelling it into the creature's stomach. When it didn't react, he did it again, this time harder. The creature jerked its head down, its teeth snapping together an inch from Dean's face.

Dean brought his knee up creature yelped and stumbled sideways. Dean rolled away, grabbing the blade as he did so. He spun round and faced the thing, noticing there was a dagger in its side. The thing growled and lunged for him. Dean threw the blade. He gave a satisfied smirk when the blade lodged in between the creature's eyes. It fell to the floor, skidding and coming to a halt just in front of Dean. He pulled the blade out of its head.

He turned around, ducking in time to avoid a wickedly shaped sword. Dean looked at the thing that had swung the sword and made a noise of disgust. The thing had pale skin and slant eyes. It's wide mouth was open, showing rows of sharp stained fangs.

"Dude you're fugly,"

The orc roared, flicking saliva in Dean's face. Dean drew his head back in disgust. The orc swung its sword again. Dean leapt back, holding his blade up. The orc came at Dean, sword raised. It swung the sword. Dean ducked into a crouch. He sliced the blade at the orc's arm. When he took the took the blade away, it was dripping with blood. The orc brought the sword down. Dean threw himself to the side, landing on his shoulder. Pain shot through it, travelling down his arm. He gritted his teeth.

Block it out, block it out.

He rolled, narrowly missing the sword. As he got to his feet, the orc swung the sword again, barely scraping Dean's chest. Dean tightened his grip on the blade. The orc raised the sword again. Dean slammed his arm into the orc's. He swung his blade into the orc's arm. The orc made a noise between screaming and roaring as the blade sliced cleanly through its arm and fell to the ground. The orc smashed its fist into Dean's temple.

He felt the impact inside his skull. The noise echoed through his head, going from one ear to the other, setting them off ringing. His vision clouded. He stumbled to the side and fell. He felt like he was floating; then sinking. He swallowed the pain and swam back to the surface. He blinked several times, his head throbbing. He spotted the orc's sword on the floor beside him. Dean forced himself up off his stomach and picked up the sword. He turned to the face the orc, both hands on the sword's hilt.

The orc roared and charged. Dean swung the sword neatly. The orc's roar died in its throat. Dean watched as its head tumbled to the ground. The headless body collapsed at Dean's feet. Dean looked up just in time to see Sam jamming a blade up through an orc's jaw and out through the top of its skull. He smiled proudly as his little brother pulled the blade back out and the orc fell lifelessly to the ground. Sam turned around, his face bloody.

Fili gave a yell. Dean's head whipped round as a warg launched at the dwarf. He saw Fili's sword go flying out of his grasp. He made a move to run towards them but Sam was faster. Sam brought his blade down into the warg's back. The creature whirled around, growling. He reached for his dagger, his face falling when he remembered he'd thrown it. He took a step backwards. The warg prowled closer, bunching up its muscles and making to pounce. Just as it did, Fili brought his sword down, slicing across its neck.

The warg shot it's head round to look at Fili. Before it had a chance to growl, Fili drove his sword up through it's head. When he pulled it out, the warg's body fell to the floor. Fili pulled the blade out of the warg's back and handed it to Sam. Fili spun round, looking for his brother. He smiled as the body of an orc fell to the ground, Kili standing behind it, sword dripping with blood.

"That it?" Dean asked.

Fili shook his head, "There were three wargs."

As he finished, a third warg came charging out of the trees near Sam. Dean took a step closer. He stopped when he heard what sounded like thunder behind the warg. Sam stepped back slightly. A second later, three more wargs ridden by orcs came into view behind the first one.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean huffed.

The warg in front roared and leapt over Sam. The orcs dismounted, sending the wargs running forward. Fili drew both his swords, holding them in an 'x' in front of him. The warg lunged at him. He sliced both swords outwards, just clipping the warg's chest. The beast growled and circled him. He waited until it lunged again before darting sideways. In the same movement, he brought both swords down into the creature's warg threw it's head round to face Fili.

He pulled both swords down, cutting through the warg's shoulder before pulling them leapt back as the warg swiped it's paw at him. When the warg lunged at him again, he threw himself under the beast, both swords raised. He jabbed the swords up into it's chest and out through its back. The warg yelped. Fili pulled the swords free and the warg stumbled to the side. Fili stood up and went over to the warg, swiftly putting a sword through it's head.

Kili freed his sword from the throat of a warg and turned, coming face to face with an orc. He ducked the orc's sword easily. He sliced across at it's legs, slicing them thinly. The orc snarled and brought it's sword down. Kili threw himself between the orc's legs, his sword out. He felt it slice through flesh and when he looked, saw the orc's foot separate from it's leg.

The orc fell to one knee, turning to face Kili. It swung it's sword again sideways. Kili brought his sword down through it's arm, severing it at the elbow. The orc growled and swung with it's remaining arm. Kili jumped back to dodge it but wasn't quite fast enough. The orc's hand collided with Kili's side, throwing him to the ground. Kili rolled closer to the orc and jabbed his sword up into it's chest. He pulled his sword out and the orc tumbled backwards.

Sam waited until the warg jumped at him again before swinging his blade. The warg leapt up at him. Sam sliced the blade across at it's neck, slitting it cleanly. The warg fell to the side, blood pouring from it's throat. Sam went to put the blade through it's skull when something slammed into his side. He fell next to the dying warg, the air knocked out of his lungs. He looked up into the face of the orc he presumed had been riding the warg beside him.

The orc brought it's sword down. Sam rolled to the side, trying not to gag when he rolled into the warg's body. The orc brought the sword down again, making Sam roll the other way. He reached for his blade. He had just grabbed it when he felt a sword hit the ground next to his head. He swiped his blade around into the orc's sword and scrambled backwards and onto his feet. The orc came at him again, sword raised. It brought the sword down. Sam blocked it, throwing his arm into the orc's.

The orc growled and raised it's fist. Before Sam could react, the orc slammed it's fist into his face. The crunch that followed seemed deafening. Black dots clouded his vision. He felt something warm dripping down onto his lips and could taste something metallic in his mouth. His vision was just starting to clear with the orc slammed it's fist into his face a second time. Sam's head snapped back, his vision failing again. He stumbled backwards. The orc swung the sword again, narrowly missing.

Sam fell backwards. He blinked repeatedly, desperately trying to see clearly. He saw, and heard, a dagger lodging itself in the orc's head. The orc growled. Sam gripped onto the hilt of the blade with both hands and forced himself to half stand. He drove the blade up into the orc's chest. He waited until he heard the sword fall out of it's grip before freeing his blade and sinking to his knees, his eyes closing.

Dean clapped his bloody hand down on Sam's shoulder, "Come on," he all but lifted his brother to his feet. Dean kept his hand on his shoulder, "You alright?"

"I think my nose is broken,"

Dean stared at him, "You don't say."

"You got blood on 'ya face," Sam told him.

Dean wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. Sure enough, when he took it away there was blood on it, "It's not mine if that makes you feel any better."

"Hey! You two okay?" Fili asked, coming over with Kili at his side.

"Peachy," Sam and Dean replied automatically.

"Was that all of 'em?" Dean asked, dreading the answer.

"We think so," Fili nodded, "We hope so."

"So do I,"

Everyone turned to where the voice had come from. Dean groaned at the sight of the archangel. Kili and Fili frowned at each other before turning to stare at Gabriel. The angel was smirking. Dean glared at him.

"Unless, of course, you want there to be more?" Gabriel frowned.

"Shut up and get to the point," Dean practically growled.

"How do you know there is a point? I'm just visiting my two favourite psychopaths."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Sam narrowed his eyes.

"Well we're flattered but we'd really like to go," Dean dead panned.

"Uh hello, more than you two here," Gabriel reminded Dean, "You know, I was thinking about sending you back but now I remember why I don't want to."

Sam frowned.

"We're not the only ones here," Dean told him, "You have to send Fili and Kili back to wherever they came from."

"Why do I have to do anything, Winchester?" Gabriel looked at him, his hazel eyes shining.

"Because someone told you to," Sam said, "You don't wanna send us back. Someone told you to. So you're either afraid of them, or you're friends with them."

Gabriel turned slowly to stare at Sam, "Does it matter?"

Sam shrugged, "It does to you."

Fili cleared his throat quietly, "So... are you going to send us back?"

Gabriel looked at Fili and shrugged, "I like your braids,"

Dean shot up. He threw his hands to his sides, expecting to find leaves and instead finding a mattress. He whirled around to see Sam sitting in the same position on the other bed. Dean glanced around at the motel room, smiling at the sight of his duffel on the table. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and strode over to the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Bed, motel room," Dean threw the door open, his face lighting up like a child's on Christmas. He clicked and pointed out the door, "Baby,"

Sam smiled and stood up. He looked around, frowning when he saw the T.V turned on. He walked over to it as Dean came back inside from looking at his car. Dean looked over at the screen just as it cut to several people strolling across a field.

"Turn it off," he demanded.

Sam grinned, "Not a Tolkien fan?"

His grin grew wider when he saw the look of death his brother gave him. Sam reached down to get the remote, pausing when he noticed something next to it. He frowned and picked up a photo.

"What?" Dean asked, walking over to Sam.

Sam showed him the photo. Dean smiled. Though faded, he could clearly make out Fili and Kili standing at what Dean guessed was a bar with their swords strapped to their backs, a wide smile on Fili's face and two tankards in his hands.

The End...

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