As they traveled in the wagon, Bofur and Nori made sure to make a loud fuss; full of false laughter and joy while Dori sat in the back with their trapped cargo, sometimes kicking at the sack to quiet the growing growls and groans of protest from within.

When they'd reached the spot, Bofur directed the pony drawn wagon, loaned to him by the post master, to the side of a dirt road; looking around to be sure no one was around, he nodded to Nori whom instantly leapt down and hurried to the back of the wagon.

"Come on brother," Nori whispered, "Help me get him out!"

Dori hesitated and Bofur made an impatient sound.

"I…I don't think we should do this," Dori stammered, "This is murder!"

"Why would that bother you?" Nori snapped, ignoring Bofur's cautionary stare, "We've had to do it before!"

"We did what we did in service to Thorin!" Dori protested, "This is cold blooded murder!"

Nori's eyes went hard and he asked through clenched teeth: "What would you know of cold blooded murder, eh?"

Before the argument could persist, Bofur leapt down from his seat and hushed his two companions.

"Keep yer minds on what we're out here to do!" He hissed, "C'mon, I'd like to get back to Bilbo as soon as I can!"

Nori nodded and, making Bofur laugh softly in surprise, yanked the sack hard, letting it drop violently to the ground and ignoring the yelp from within.

"Oh! Did that hurt? You poor baby!" Nori mewled cruelly, and kicked the sack hard.

Bofur grasped his shoulder, shaking him gently, "Not here," He advised, "Let's get 'im to the spot and then ye can have yer fun."

Part Two:

It had taken all three of the, when they'd gotten him out of the sack, to bind him to the tree.

Ignoring his curses and growls, Nori quickly doused him in the oil, while Dori stacked the wood they'd gathered earlier, Only Bofur kept his eyes on the drugged and captured figure before him.

"Let's get it over with!" Nori snapped in a heated whisper, "The sooner the better!"

Bofur shook his head and held a finger up at Dori who set to light a match.

"Wait," he advised, "Just wait. Give me a moment."

Dori and Nori watched as Bofur slipped over to him and stopped inches from their captured prey.

Even they, where they stood, could feel the tension between the two.

"Are ye surprised?" Bofur asked, "Are ye pleased, Bul, to see that we've kept your lessons well?"

The bound dwarf grunted and blinked his only eye before sighing. "I'm…proud of ye," Bul admitted, "I…never….n-never saw this coming….didn't think ye were capable…"

Bofur smirked; "You made me capable," He confessed, "After Me father…after Sol and Nola…the only difference between me and you? You are the only one that I…that I want to enjoy seeing die."

Bul grunted and smacked his lips; "Ye are my protégé aren't ye?" He asked softly, "After all the years…even now…ye would have made a fine leader of Feyd."

Bofur shook his head and nodded toward Dori whom gingerly approached; "No," He revealed, "Never a leader…I'm the one to ensure Feyd falls away from Middle Earth forever."

"You'll never be free," Bul countered coldly, "you are Feyd."

Bofur started to speak, but slowly closed his mouth and stepped back; gesturing to Dori he said: "Do it!"

Dori approached slowly still, trying to ignore the gaze of Bul's one good eye that observed him intensely.

"Interesting," Bul confessed as he watched Dori strike and light the match, "Clever actually. That you would do this in the hope I'd feel the pain I've caused all of you in my final moments. Am I right? Of course I am! But ye should know then, that while the night yer sister died was devastating to all of ye involved, to me…it was only a Wednesday."

Nori turned his back, emitting a groan while Bofur's eyes narrowed and he felt a rage he never thought he could feel before boil inside of him.

"Either way," Bofur said casually, "You'll suffer and tha's enough fer me! Dori?"

Dori closed his eyes and with a deep, steady sigh, tossed the match.

Their dark world ignited with a crackle and soon, the sounds of the roaring fire were accompanied by screams of agony and distinct curses.

The only one that dared to watch the flames devour the monster within removed his hat and scratched at his damp hair. There was still one last task to be done to ensure that, once and for all, peace would finally find a way to settle into their lives.

When the screams had stopped and the flames had begun to die down, He looked over at the two brother's whom had clasped each other in a hug, and sighed deeply.

"Come on," He called to them, "We gotta get it cleaned up. Dawn is coming!"