SO, after the awful last chapter here is one with some angst/Hurt for you!
Please R&R!
Ta!
Thorin kicked one of the dead orcs in frustration.
"Damn it Dwalin! Why does my actions, being punished on my nephew, every FUCKIN TIME! "
Fili stood beside in silence scouting the woods, in the direction the wargs were heading.
"Uncle, we can follow the tracks of the wargs. Then we'll find them. And we can fight them!"
Thorin looked at his nephew.
"Fili, I know you want to save your brother, but we have to wait for Dain to come! We have to be greater in number! We can not fight the orcs by our self. This pathetic group of orcs is just the scouts you know!"
Fili made a face.
"Just the scouts? What are Kili and I then? Just the scouts of this company, which does not even hold together!? I don't know .. Uncle, if this is a successful quest anymore. I will find him!"Fili replies sarcastically as he turned away.
"No Fili, I didn't mean.. "
He looked at Dwalin.
"Give him some time Thorin. He's just scared for his brother! we make camp up there for the night and we'll discuss it in the morning, when you both have settled down.. Yeah?"
Thorin nodded unwillingly. Fili just sat down by a tree and waited for the right moment.
...
Kili woke up, with a cloudy headache. He looks around, it was dark and cold. Around him sat a couple of orcs, feasting on something that smelled truly awful. He tried to move a bit, but soon realized he was tightly tied up.
"Oh, the young one has awakened!"
The other orcs laughed at Kili. He was scared and all alone with the enemy. Again.
The ropes around his wrists were very tight, it hurt even if he didn't move, and he ropes around his chest made it difficult to breathe properly. As Kili sat there tied up waiting for something to happen, he hoped it never would. But he could sense that the smaller orcs was waiting for something, and he knew that it wasn't something good.
Azog came through the bushes, eyes fixed on the little dwarf, tied up against the pole. He walked fast toward him that his eyes flicked and he began to twitch in fear. Kilis stomach tumbled and his breath stopped for a couple of seconds in angst. When the huge orc came all the way up to him, he grabbed Kilis chin.
"Why is it always you? Why is it never the one I really want to suffer, the one i'd like to kill? "
Kili was confused, the orcs had seen Thorin there, fighting the wargs.
"I don't know! He was there.."
Kili managed to say within the squeezing of his chin, but Azog just squeezed tighter.
"I know! They are totally useless these other orcs. I have to do everything myself. "
He finally let go of Kilis chin in a rough movement. Kili moved his mouth a bit trying to make it better, but was soon interrupted when he felt a sudden kick in the chest. It knocked the breath right out of his lungs, with the surprise Kili whimpered. He gasped for air but struggled, he started to panic when he could not fill his lunges with ear.
Azog looked down at the struggling dwarf, trying to get ear but couldn't. Azog pulled out his knife and sat down in front of Kili, looked straight at him knife pointing towards the eye. Kili was shaking, his stomach twirled in fear and his lungs screamed for ear. He could not breathe.
"You will behave, you tell me what I want to know, with no problems or funny games.. yes? " Azog commanded.
It was not a question, it was an order. Kili's eyes started to close, his brain shutting down and on the way of passing out. Azog lifted the knife and cut deeply into the strong ropes around Kili's chest, loosened it up and make Kili fell to the ground, not moving, not making a sound. Azog hit him on the back a couple of times, and then Kili coughed and gasped, and finally filled his lungs with ear. Azog laughed.
"You won't get away that easy little one. You see, all this new information about you, your uncle and your brother makes me very curious! And i now now how to make Thorin Oakensheald suffer, like I did. And you are going to help me break him!"
Kili layed there with tears rolling down his chin, he now realized how wrong he was about Thorin and how he missed him. Inside he was screaming "nooo, please uncle, don't come looking for me.. I can not see you suffer!"
The one orc kicked him in the stomach, before sitting down and eat by the fire. Kili laid on the ground, curled up into a ball. His hands bound at his back, feet tightly bound, there was no escape. As Kili laid there listening to the nauseating noise coming from the orcs eating some raw bird or some raw animal. The pain mixed with the noise made Kili sick, and he felt like throwing up. He could see in the corner of his eye that the orcs had several eyes on him, including the wargs, lurking around.
Making sure he did not try to escape, or any foolish attempts. Like getting loose from his ropes binding him. Kili thought it would be best if he didn't struggle. Yet. To save his strength for the right time. He laid still, not protesting, not wasting any energy of calling the enemy names and be all tough. But saving all the energy and strength for when he needed it most.
Azog looked over towards the limp dwarf laying some meters away from him, he smiled.
"well little one, I think it is time for you and me to have a little talk."
He stood right over Kili, and glared down at him, like he was a piece of meat.
"Hang him up, I'd like to show him my new toy!"
Kilis stomach froze, he did not suspect that Azog would do anything more on this day. But Azog stood up and walked over to a huge stone with a lot of instruments laying there, waiting to be used in torture. Some of the smaller orcs, yet bigger than Kili, walked towards him. And lifted him off the ground, and on his knees again. Holding both his arms twirled back, they loosened his bonds. Kili saw his chance and started to twirl, and scoff the orcs.
But the orcs was a lot stronger than he'd imagined, they held his arms and bended his body forward making Kili wrench in pain. The one orc held his one arm and pulled him close, and screamed in his ear.
"Do not fight back dwarf scum! "
Right after that warning, he pulled Kili's arm with a fast and sudden movement making Kili see stars. His whole arm was now hanging limped alongside his body. He felt dizzy, and tried to concentrate to breathe and stay awake. Azog came over and tried to catch up with what happened.
"He is trying to make a scene my lord, or even worse. He tries to escape again.!"
One of the minor said when Azogs eyes fell on the little dwarf sitting looking at his limp arm, teeth clinched and anger in his eyes
"Aaww, " Azog giggled a nasty, creepy laughter.
"you dislocated his shoulder! Suits him well, trying to run away. He'll learn not to protest in a short while. You see young dwarfling, if you resist, it'll all be worse, you only makes this more painfull for your self! "
He glared at Kili, grasped a handful of hair, and bended Kilis head back, making Kili look back at him. Azog took his free hand and grabbed Kilis limp arm, making Kili whimper.
"I am in control here dwarfling, you will not resist me, and you will obey to my plan! I make the desitions here. And you do as I say. "
He pulled Kilis limp arm back and Kili could hear his arm krack. He cried out a heartbreaking cry, and the orcs laughed.
"Continue" Azog demanded, as he tossed Kili to the ground again.
Kilis eyes were filled with tears, trying to fight back the hammering pain in his shoulder. As the orcs pulled his arms above his head he could feel the lightening, sharp pain dancing down from his shoulder to his back. He whimpered end clinched his teeth, in an useless attempt to appear strong. The orcs managed to bind his hands on a branch making him barely touch the ground with his feet.
As he was hanging there feeling the pressure on his hurt shoulder, he could hear the tools getting sharpened, and the noise made Kili wrich, his stomach jumped. Kili could see Azogs back from where he was hanging, waiting for more pain to come his way, he looked at Azog trying to find a weapon to use on him. Azog turned around, with a big glare on his face.
"Just what i need, this one right here, is a souvenir from Goblin town. You might recognize it, I recon the king used it on you in your visit there?"
Kilis eyes widened as he remembered the pain that comes with it. It was the whip, the awful leather whip with small but sharp metal knives at the tip. Kili wrenched the ropes, looking at the whip in Azogs hand as he walked closer.
"Take off his shirt, I want to see the whip carve in to his flesh, and the fresh blood running down his back."
The orc tore off Kilis shirt, and turned him around, making his already bruised back visible to Azog. Kili shuttered by the move, having rasped breaths and fighting back the constant fear.
"Well, well, well. I can see the goblin king surely did a nice job for a goblin. But he did not use it correctly. This is the work of an amateur" T
here was a short pause, but Kili could hear the footsteps getting closer. He felt a hand patting his back, digging into his wounds. Kili didn't not say anything, he could not come up with any smart line or bad-ass comment. All his energy was used for preparing for what was coming, and fighting back the fear. Azog removed his hand.
"Tell me dwarfling, do you know for a fact that your brother and uncle will come looking for you?"
Kili did not answer.
That was when the first blow came, the metal at the tip of the whip dug into his flesh. On top of his already bruised scars and wounds from Goblin town. Making the to re-open and bleed once more. Kilis voice cracked.
"I don't know!"
The burning pain came like a sneaking snake.
"It is a simple question, dwarfling! Will they come looking for you?"
Kili did not answer, and a second blow hit his back. He whimpered in pain.
"Yeah, i hope they do, and I sure hope they kill you!" Kili managed to cry out in the pain.
"So stubborn, so let us all imagine that they come here to try to rescue you. What are their fighting skills, and what cind of weapons do they bear with them?"
Kilis eyes widened when he realized what Azog was doing, he was digging for information he could use against his kin. So he did not answer the question. As Azog used the whip once more on Kilis wounded back as he shouted
"answer me!"
Kilis heart panted, he moaned and struggled against the ropes. The blood that dripped down his back, made him shiver. He took a deep breath,
"You can hit me all you want, I'll never tell you!" Kili replied.
He was proud of his own straight, and that his voice did not break. Azog lifted the one eyebrow, and Kili could feel the whip on his back once more. But he barely felt it, his back was num after the whipping, and beating.
Azog tossed the whip.
"So dwarfling.."
he took up a knife an cut the limp body down. Kili fell to the ground and tried to get up again, but was pushed down by the huge orc.
"I hear you are an archer, a bit unusual for a dwarf but it suits me good."
He grabbed Kilis right hand. He tried to protest but Azog was too strong.
"Tell me or I'll break your fingers, and you won't be able to use your bow ever again."
A lightning fear went through Kilis body, all he had was his bow. It was his best weapon, and if he lost that, what would he be. But on the other hand, Azog was probably going to kill him anyways. Azog looked down at the struggling dwarf, who had fear written all over his face and body.
Azog smiled as he slowly bended Kilis two bow fingers backwards. Kili tried to get out of his grasp, but suddenly stopped when he heard his own fingers break. But it was not the pain that made the tears run down his cheeks, but the noise of his own fingers break. He now felt completely useless, he had failed his one task, and now he felt like a huge disappointment to his brother and uncle.
The shock came when Azog broke the fingers back into place, the pain made Kili moan and whimper. Azog then asked the other orcs to bind him again.
And before Kili could react he was surrounded by orcs, pulling his arms back. Kili had no straight of no will to protest. He was now ready to die, his could not bear the thought of meeting his brother of uncle now. He felt so shameful for all the things he had done wrong, and for what he put them through. He was tied to a tree, sitting down.
Azog came over to him and sat down in front of him.
"No dwarfling, tell me what kind of weapons your uncle and brother have, and how they fight!"
Azog stared at Kili. He did not answer, a hard blow struck Kilis face and made him yelp.
"you are stubborn dwarfling. I'll give you that! But I want you to tell me what I want to know. "
Azog pulled out a knife, and held it towards Kilis chest. He said something in a different language, it made the other orcs laugh.
"Kill me, I don't care!"
Azog looked like he was getting annoyed, he hit Kili over his left eye, with the handle of the knife. He lightly hit too hard, because the dwarfling passed out by the blow. Azog cursed in Khuzdul and went over to the other orcs.
Kili woke up slowly with a massive headache, his vision was blurry and his breath rasped. He felt his cheeks getting squeezed again,
"Do you remember my question dwarf scum? "
Kili started to remember everything now.
"Yeah.." he replied with a broken voice.
"Good. Now, are you ready to tell me what I want to know?"
Azog glared towards Kili.
"I will never tell you!"Kili bravely replied, with tears running down.
The ace in his body was screaming for a break. Azog did not look away when he dug the knife deep into Kili's stomach, looking at the dwarfs expression. It was filled with pain, and surprise, his eyes blurring. Kilis scream made the huge orc feel pleasure and success.
"So stupid dwarfling. So stupid."
Another orc came towards Azog.
"My leash, I just got the words from our warg scouts the blonde is closing in on the camp. Shall I order them to attack him?"
Kili struggled but looked up. Was Fili coming for him? Azog saw his reaction, and smiled.
"No, let him find us! I get no answer out of that little shit over there, maybe his brother will be more cooperative. Get him ready. Well lets make a trap for goldie locks, shall we?"
Kilis eyes widened in angst for his brother.
Azog pulled the knife out again, and Kili whimpered. The smaller orcs run to him gagging him and blindfolding him. Now there was no way he could warn his brother what he walked right into, the trap, and the horror waiting for him.
Kili sobbed quietly as he waited to hear his brother, feeling the blood pour out of his deep wounds. Everything around him was still, not a single noise was heard. The orcs was nowhere to be heard and Kili sat all alone, tied up waiting to be the reason Fili gets hurt once again..