I got this idea when I read Prince of Orcs by LittleJerseyanNinja, so the beginning is almost the same, although the rest of the story hopefully won't be too similar.
Azog loved how the dwarves fled in terror from his followers. Their screams were sweeter than any music, their terror almost tangible. He was still unable to fight properly, but his arm was healing, and his hand's 'replacement' had stuck firmly and only added to his overall fearsome appearance.
His thoughts were interrupted when he saw one younger dwarfling that stood out from the rest. He had been separated from a group of women and children who were defended by tough, fierce dwarf warriors. Instead of running and screaming when the wargs bore down on him, the young one pulled out a tiny bow that was little more than a toy, and tried to fight.
"Leave the small one!" Azog shouted in the black speech, "Go for the fighters!" the wargs hesitantly left the dwarfling and joined in with fighting the grown ones. The axe wielders managed to hold them off, however, and plenty of the dwarves got away safely.
Azog had meant for them all to die, but a little less than a third of his intended victims had escaped. He looked around angrily for one of his less needed followers to take his anger out on, but his eyes instead landed on the same dwarfling from before, who had climbed up a small tree in an effort to get away from one particular warg which was currently waiting in a tensed position for an opportunity to attack. The pale orc came forward and kicked the beast out of his way, a seedling of a plan coming into his mind. He looked up at the child who couldn't have been more than four years of age.
The little one looked very frightened, but when he saw Azog it faded a little. The only reason the orc could imagine as to why, is that the dwarf had seen that only after Azog's shout did the wargs stop attacking, and thought that the orc was not quite so much a bad guy as the warg that had been trying to get at him. That fit in well with his still forming plan.
"Come down, young one," he said in the common tongue.
"Bu' I don' wanno! It scawy!" the child was clearly still frightened.
"If you get down now, no one will hurt you," Azog tried to sound reassuring. It seemed to work, though, when the dwarfling slowly and warily climbed down to the ground and looked up at the orc, who crouched so as to be nearer the child's eye level, "Very good. Now, what is your name?"
"K-ki-li. I'm Kili," the dwarfling corrected himself when his first attempt came out stuttered.
"Come with me, Kili," Azog stood and walked toward where his orcs and wargs were attempting to pair up so they could ride out. He spotted a scrawnier orc astride a much smaller than average warg, and killed the rider before lifting Kili by the collar into the animal's saddle. He instructed the warg not to let the child fall, and not to stray too far from his own mount. They rode out with the dwarfling and Azog side by side.
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