Kili slowly opened his eyes. It was blurry. Everything was. A loud ringing in his ears made him cringe.

Slowly, everything cleared. An orc was shaking him awake, yelling at him to get up; the dwarves were caught by the goblins and were escaping.

Groaning, he forced himself to stand, and pulled his bow off his back. He climbed on Junithril and the warg followed the others.

They ran along the bridges and the confusing twists and turns of the mountain. Kili whispered soft words of encouragement to Junithril, making him suddenly leap forward with newfound energy and excitement.

Kili spotted Azog at the front, and Junithril ran alongside the white warg. Azog gave Kili a nod; the determination in the boy's eyes were clear to him.

They burst out into the sunlight, and Kili drew his bow. His keen eyes were sharp. They drew to a stop. Kili's eyes remained glued to the dwarves, determination burning like fire within him.

"Run them down, tear them to pieces," Azog growled. He swung his mace forward and several riderless wargs jumped forward, howling. Kili watched as the dwarves scrambled to get in the trees.

Moments later, Azog nodded to Kili, and the young dwarf jumped forward, tearing down the mountain. He let go of Junithril's coat and drew an arrow from his quiver. He nocked it on the string, moving his hips along to his warg's movements, as to not fall.

The wargs jumped at the trees and destroyed some branches with their teeth and claws. Junithril was crouching, stay still so Kili could get a good shot.

He pulled back the arrow and loosed it. It was aimed at the blonde dwarf, but it missed. Kili scowled.

Fili quickly dodged the arrow and glared down at the dwarf on the warg. Traitor.

He dodged another arrow and gripped a knife. He threw it at the dwarf, and it would have certainly hit him if the damn warg hadn't gotten him out of the way.

He beyond annoyed. Why was life so cruel? Ripping his precious brother away from him, then decades later, there is a dwarf looking exactly like his brother, wanting to kill them all! It was awful.

Kili was still, an arrow nocked as Azog slowly approached the trees. The dwarves seemed terrified. Azog stroked the White Warg's fur and spoke ominously.

"Do you spell it? The scent of fear?" he asked, in Black Speech. "I remember your father reeked of it." Thorin had a look of pain and grief. "It cannot be."

"And I have something that had been precious to your family," Azog continued. "Your nephew, I believe?"

Junithril stepped forward, Kili never taking his gaze off the dwarves, and they gasped. They all knew what had happened to Kili that day, many years ago. "Kili son of Azog."

"Kili..." Fili whispered softly.

"That one is mine. Kill the others!" Azog spoke to the wargs. They pushed the trees again, and Kili slid off Junithril so the warg could join them.

The trees started to tip over, creating a domino effect. The dwarves jumped from each tree to the next, until they were all trapped in one tree on the ledge of the outcropping. Kili smirked and his warg came back to him. He hopped on Junithril's back and shot another arrow, and it grazed Thorin's shoulder.

Suddenly a flaming pinecone flew at the wargs. They howled and jumped back. Then several more came flying. One warg ran away, howling, on fire. The other wargs retreated back. The dwarves cheered.

Azog growled in anger. Their 'victory' cheers turned to cries of fear as their tree began to tip over the ledge. One dwarf nearly fell, but grabbed one to the foot of another.

Azog growled. Thorin stood and drew his sword. He walked, then ran down the tree towards Azog, who had his arms spread wide with a smug grin. Thorin held his oaken branch shield in front of him, and was about to swing his sword when the White Warg leaped at him and smashed him to the ground with his forepaw. The dwarves looked on in shock. Thorin got back on his feet, panting. Azog swung his mace, and it smashed Thorin in the face, brutally flinging him to the ground. Azog roared in excitement.

The White Warg clamped his jaws around Thorin, and the dwarf yelled in pain. He managed to hit the warg with the pommel of his sword, and growling, the warg threw him on a flat rock. Thorin landed heavily, his sword knocked out of his hand. "Bring me the dwarf's head," Azog growled.

An orc came forward and rested his blade on Thorin's neck. He raised it, and was about to swing down when the hobbit suddenly tackled him.

Kili aimed an arrow, and swung his small sword wildly. Kili couldn't help but laugh. He was so small compared to the orcs!

Suddenly there was dwarves charging at them. The blonde ran at Kili, but was pushed down and trapped beneath Junithril.

Kili quickly pulled out his sword and held it to the dwarf's neck. Fili grit his teeth, then jammed his knife into Junithril's stomach. The warg screeched and reared. Kili fell off and Fili quickly pinned him down.

Kili growled and quickly kneed Fili in the crotch as hard as he could. Fili hissed and rolled off Kili, in complete pain. Kili smirked and stood, kicking Fili in the back. Fili grabbed Kili's boot and yanked him to the ground. The brunette dwarf growled again and kicked Fili in the face.

They wrestled, struggling to overpower the other. When he had Fili pinned, Kili grabbed one of his arrows and dug a deep scar into his arm. Fili screamed in pain and punched Kili, then rolled on him. He grabbed the arrow and quickly did the same to Kili. The tip easily and swiftly cut the skin, and he realized that Kili had finally lost most of his energy.

Fili suddenly felt jaws clamp around him and lift him off Kili. He was tossed a few feet away and a very angry-looking warg was snarling and baring his sharp teeth at him. Fili's breathing became quick, and felt claws dig into his chest. He was completely at the mercy of the warg.

Suddenly an eagle flew by and grabbed Fili in its talons. He resisted the urge to scream; the warg's claws had been ripped out of his skin. The eagle flew over the cliff and dropped him onto the back of another eagle.

More joined the fray, grabbing orcs and wargs and dropping them over the cliff. An eagle scooped up Kili and didn't drop him, despite his orcish clothes and armor.

They were dropped off on a large flat rock. Kili was now unconscious.

After Thorin spoke to Bilbo, and they saw the Lonely Mountain, they turned at the sound of a moan. They all gasped quietly, and their eyes widened at the scar on his arm.

Fili had carved 'Brother' into his arm.