The pressure was torture for Kili. Drawing a sharp, ragged breath, the youngest screamed out and attempted to pull away from them. Oin, Bofur, Sigrid and Tilda were quick to help pin the brunette to the table. 
With so many keeping him in place, Kili had nowhere to go. Even Fili was keeping him down.
For a few moments, it looked as if he truly would die right then and there, but this was not to happen. Saeril's chant of the elvish language soon quieted him. 
Breathless, Kili could only stare in awe at her, eyes glossed over. One may have believed him out of his mind, but he saw a light, heavenly glow around his godmother as the pain in his leg started to numb. The chant had worked.