Hello! Just a warning that this chapter does contain torture, so be warned...

Fili finally bowed his head as the knife cut across his cheek, feeling sweat beading and falling on his face, coupling with the blood that was slowly running down his chin and onto the stone floor. He closed his eyes, his legs now shaking as they fought to keep him upright.

'The dwarf scum can't take it!' Bolg roared, laughing in his face as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. 'No wonder your race couldn't keep Erebor from being taken!'

The stinging remark made Fili tense in anger- he looked up, ignoring his swimming head. He spat a glob of blood onto the floor in answer, before looking across at his brother- Bolg hadn't hurt him yet, for which Fili was thankful...but he knew it wouldn't be long before he turned on him.

Kili looked back, brown eyes wide with fear and anger of what was happening. 'Fili?' He whispered, arms aching to reach out and support his brother.

'I'm 'malright, Kili...m'okay...' He muttered back, teeth chattering slightly.

Bolg laughed again; it was a deep sound, echoing around the stone room. Fili wondered how it could be that the others still hadn't realised that they were missing- he resisted an urge to spit again as he imagined Thorin pacing the gold rooms, oblivious of what was happening right under him.

A sharp sound of metal on metal met his ears, making him look up- Bolg was sharpening another knife; this one was serrated, and long. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes- in a way he was glad it was knives and other implements that Bolg was using...one punch or kick from the monstrous Orc and he'd at least be knocked out for a while- or worse, killed. He couldn't do that to Kili.

'Why are you doing this?' He growled, struggling against the chains again, but weaker than he had done before. 'I thought your order was to take us to Azog!' At least they'd probably get a quicker death with Azog.

Bolg laughed again, stepping closer to him; his pale face reflected in the light, making him seem like a spectre, a spirit of suffering. 'In time, scum!' He growled, showing black teeth again.

'Just get on with it, then!' Kili cried, anger in his voice. 'Just do what you wanted to do!'

Bolg, who had been staring at Fili as he was speaking, slowly turned to Kili, eyes narrowed. 'As you wish, vermin...' He said slowly, a sadistic grin spreading on his face as he stepped away, back to the table.

'No!' Fili said, shooting his brother a glare. 'I'll take it all, like I said! Give it to me, he doesn't know what he's saying!'

'I do! Come on then, Orc- let me see what power you think you have over us! I bet you're just weak under all that shouting!' Kili goaded, his eyes so dark Thorin would have been proud. 'Give me all you have!'

'Kili!' Fili hissed, shaking his head. 'Don't do this!'

'He's not going to go through with it!' Kili shot back, gaining confidence from somewhere even he didn't know.

'Won't I, dwarf?' Bolg spat, walking back from the table with the peculiar contraption from before- he'd called it a Deceiver's Fork, Fili remembered, dread settling in his stomach. 'Don't you go near him with that!' He growled at him, kicking out his feet to try and break the chains again. 'Don't you dare!'

Bolg laughed, throwing his head back with the force of it- Fili marvelled at the fact that they could all shout so loudly and yet still not be heard. 'This isn't for him, scum!' He spat, stepping closer to him. 'Its for you.'

Fili swallowed, feeling fresh sweat erupt as he looked upon the device- up close it looked much nastier; the spiked ends of the fork were caked in what looked like decades old blood.

'I..I...' He stammered, cursing himself as his legs shook like jelly.

'Cat got your tongue, dwarf?' Bolg teased, eyes suddenly alight as he stepped closer. Fili yelped as the Orc suddenly held his head with a large, calloused hand, while forcing the thick strap of the Fork around his neck- 'GET OFF HIM!' Kili screamed out, panic rising as Fili struggled in the grasp of the Orc. 'Thorin, anyone!' He cried in the direction of the door, to the caverns above.

'No one is listening!' Blog shouted above him, before delivering a slew of Orcish words that Kili was sure meant something terrible. How could the others not hear Orcish being shouted like this, and not hear?

Kili sank back, defeatism creeping in. No one had heard his cries. No one was coming for them.

He looked up, blinking back tears, as he heard Fili's garbled breaths. 'Oh by Durin...' He cried, voice breaking as he looked upon his brother.

The fork had forced Fili's head up, but not too much that he couldn't look Kili in the eyes- this seemed to have been Bolg's plan with the device. Two sharp prongs were cutting into his chin as they held his head up; not enough to draw blood, but enough to elicit small gasps and cries from Fili, whose eyes bore into his brother's. The other two forks were sticking into his sternum, but again they weren't sharp enough to draw any blood from him.

Bolg stepped from behind him as he finished tightening the strap around Fili's neck. 'Perhaps this will shut you up, scum!' He spat, laughing as Fili could do no more but look at him, neck stretched upwards.

'Now...' He growled, looking to Kili with yellow eyes narrowed in malice. 'What were you saying?'

Kili shrank back despite himself, eyes flicking to his brother. 'Come on then!' He finally spat, all the while ignoring his brain that was telling him to shut up.

'You dwarves...so arrogant...' Bolg sneered, stepping closer, blade raised. 'You think you are above others...' He slowly raised his knife, tracing Kili's neck with it as the dwarf stared him out, eyes unwavering. With a small grunt he pressed the knife deeper, smile spreading as Kili hissed out a breath as he felt blood drip from the wound.

'You don't know when to hold your tongues.' He added, now pointing the knife's tip into Kili's shoulder.

A muffled yell from their side caused the Orc to stop- he twisted on the spot, eyes settling on Fili, whose wide eyes conveyed plenty of meaning. Kili saw speaking was hard for him, as the spike dug into his Adam's apple every time he swallowed or moved to speak. 'It's alright, Fili.' He lied, before he felt a red hot pain as Bolg pierced his shoulder with the knife- he tried to muffle the scream by clamping his mouth shut, but still it came as the blade was twisted.

Fili weakly struggled as he saw Kili sink down to his knees, before Bolg seized his arms and heaved him back up. His chest erupted in pain as he tried to look down- he skipped a breath, momentarily stunned by it.

'What's the matter, scum?' Bolg now goaded, lifting Kili's head up as he closed his eyes, breathing hard- he slapped him roughly in the face, sending Kili's face to the side.

He saw his brother looking at him; his heart flew into his mouth as he saw his face scrunch in pain, before he saw tears leaking from his eyes.

'The dwarves are meant to be a strong, stout race- but you are weak!' Bolg spat, spittle flying in Kili's face and hitting his reddened cheeks.

He looked up, pain burning in his shoulder, 'you're the weak one!' He spat, legs aching from supporting his weight.

'We shall see!' Bolg cried back, turning to the table and picking something else out- it looked like a long, metal prong...Kili recognised it as something that Thorin used to make swords (or as a bread fork when he and Fili got hold of it). It had three small prongs attached, but as Bolg walked back, he passed Kili and instead went to the candle brackets that lined the walls next to him.

Kili took this moment to check on his brother- 'Fili!' He called, eyes widening as Fili attempted to turn towards him; he closed his eyes and hissed in pain as the fork dug in once more.

'Oh Mahal...' He whispered, feeling desperate, helpless tears erupt in the corners of his eyes. 'Hold on, brother, I'm going to get us out of here...'

Fili's eyes widened suddenly, but Kili didn't even have time to turn before a white hot pain lanced through him as Bolg pressed the prong into his cheek. He screamed then, long and loud, before Bolg released the pressure, laughing as he writhed.

'Now who is the weak one?' He growled as Kili threw his head from side to side to quell the burning-nothing settled the searing pain that enveloped his nerves.

Fili garbled a strangled cry, now ignoring the pain that erupted in his chest- he kicked out his legs, before his breath caught in his throat as he felt a sudden release on his left foot; the chain had snapped. He brought it back in line with the other one, however- Bolg hadn't seemed to have noticed...he was too preoccupied with Kili.

He watched, helplessness coursing through his body as Bolg once again raised the blade to his brother- Kili gasped as it entered the wound on his shoulder once more, but now he was in so much pain this new attack hardly made a dent...he felt his eyes flutter as a new pain blossomed in his other arm.

'I told you you would beg for death!' Bolg growled in his face, the blade tip pressing into his other shoulder.

Kili fought the darkness that threatened to overtake him, but he knew it was a losing battle- fear erupted in his chest as he realised that his vision was blurring. He couldn't leave his brother alone...

Bolg laughed again as Kili felt his chin hit his chest, more pain erupting on his cheek.

The last thing he heard as he finally succumbed was his brother whimpering beside him, and Bolg stepping backwards, before he began to sharpen his knives again...


I hope this wasn't too dark for you- I must be getting soft as I really hated doing that to those two! There will be a little more to come, but Fili now has a plan...that is if it works!

Thanks for reading, please review!