AN: I wanted to keep this clean, but you know 'The Defiler' has mayn meanings and this particular meaning is too much even for him. (If you don't know the meaning... please look it up.)
Sometimes... you just gotta feel sorry for the guy with the unfortunate name...
Azog vs the moniker
Fili and Kili were early for the weekly poker game Azog had started hosting for abused fictional characters of a Tolkien nature. It had been actually been good for all of them to get away from the spotlight and sometimes intrusive fandom, and just… remember what made them, them.
They all agreed it was hard to remain yourself after you'd been… tortured/maimed/courted/shaved/drugged/beaten/mugged and generally made to suffer for someone else's entertainment. And the game gave them a chance to kick back, relax and be themselves.
When they got to the door they were surprised to find it ajar and worse—there was no sign of Azog inside. They moved quickly, bolting the door behind them while they began a systematic search of the warehouse. It wasn't until they'd reached the upstairs living area that they even found the slightest sign of the former 'root of all evil' or was that 'route of all evil'?
He was curled up on himself, in the shower, his skin almost raw from scrubbing.
The brothers exchanged worried looks at quickly wrapped Azog in a towel and carried him to his bed, where they gently tucked him in. Once he was situated, Fili nodded towards the door, signally Kili to follow him.
"What the hell could have done that to him?" Kili asked worriedly.
"We're going to have to find out. You try talking to him—I'll check his browser history."
"His brow… Oh no… you don't think he found one of those do you?"
Fili nodded slowly. "It's the only thing I can think of. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Kili watched his brother a moment before going back to the bedroom and pulling a chair closer to the bed. This was not going to be easy.
"Azog… Az… can you hear me in there?" Kili called, trying to be as gentle as possible.
The only outward sign Azog made, was a slight catch in his breathing, but he was still lost to the world. Kili did his best to make the man…er orc… comfortable, but there was very little he could do. In frustration he looked around the room, anything to keep from seeing that blank, haunted look in the orc's eyes.
-:-
Sitting at Azog's computer, It only took Fili a moment to find the problem, but it took him much longer to be able to calm himself down enough be of any use. There was fictional mayhem, but this… this was far too much for any fictional character to deal with.
When he finally got his emotions under control he returned to Azog's room.
He hated to see the expression of hope leave Kili's face as their their eyes met, but Fili knew there was nothing to be done about that, his emotions were still raw over what he'd read.
"What?" Kili asked worriedly.
"Someone looked up what 'Defiler' means."
He watched as his brother took that in and gave Azog a worried glance. "I'm guessing not 'corruptor' or the 'desecrator' types of definition but.. *defiler*… defiler as in…?'
Fili answered with a single stiff nod. "Yeah… that's the one."
"Who ?" Kili asked.
Fili shook his head sadly and looked away.
"Who?"
"You… me… Everyone," Fili finally answered in a slow mono-tone. "13 dwarves, the hobbit… our horses… Gandalf… Radighast… his rabbits… "
Az groaned and tried to cover his ears, but it had been enough to snap him out his mortified trance. He looked at the two, tears in his eyes as he gasped: "And there've been no women in the story since Galadriel…"
