A/N: another chapter before the week starts because I have 3 assignments due this week and starting a new one as well, then exams the week after! So I may not update as much as I wish to ;(

Also, this Orc attack has no Azog in it :D

Enjoy...

Thorin cursed audibly. "Orcs? And where do they come from?" He asked worriedly, glancing at Kili. "Are you sure of it?"

"Yes, Thorin." Gloin replied. "I saw them with my very own eyes. We need to get moving, they're here already and if we don't run away as fast as we can-"

A loud roaring sound interrupted Gloin's talk, and all the dwarves looked to its direction only to find a pack of ten or so orcs on wargs. The dwarves began to yell out in battle cries, each grabbing their weapons and either attacking an Orc or defending themselves from one. They had no choice but to fight back.

"Fili, we can handle this without your help. Take Kili into the forest, but don't go too deep inside!" Thorin instructed Fili. Fili hesitated and opened his mouth to protest, but Thorin did not let him. "Go, I say!"

Fili nodded and picked Kili up. Kili was shaking, his eyes wide with fear as he saw the orcs slash their swords around, grinning evilly. They had the same black eyes as the goblins, the same look of hatred. He felt shivers go down his spine and he stood up in fear, wanting to grab his quiver and help his fellow companions by shooting down some orcs.

However, due to his injuries, he only ended up falling right back down and yelling in pain. Fili grabbed his arms and pulled him up, ignoring the way Kili protested and moaned from the pain he was feeling. He needed to get him out of there, and now. Fili was not too happy about going into the woods, but he had to follow Thorin's orders and hope for the best. With his arm wrapped firmly around Kili's waist and Kili's arm around his neck, Fili hurried to the forests, dragging the complaining Kili along.

When they were deep enough into the forests that the sounds from the battle began to fade, Fili settled Kili down on a large rock and panted, out of breath. He looked worriedly back to where they had come from. "I hope they will be alright."

Kili shook his head. "Why did you force me into here?" He asked, his voice low and tinted with anger. Fili looked at him, somewhat surprised. "I could have used my bow and arrow."

Fili snorted. "You cannot even lift your arm, Kili." He said, earning an annoyed growl from Kili. "Plus, you are injured. Injured people do not consider fighting. Stop being stupid, Kili, and think this through."

Kili growled again. "I never asked to be injured! I want to help on this quest, I don't want to be like Thorin said I was! I want to prove him wrong!"

Fili punched a tree, silencing Kili. "You are acting like a child right now, Kili! Thorin was drunk for Durin's sake! Why are you even taking every word he said into account? I always call you childish. Why is it that this time, you took his words so seriously? And you did get yourself into it, Kili! If you had quieted and not insulted the Goblin, then maybe-" Fili stopped himself when he saw the look on Kili's face. He cursed himself under his breath. He was always patient with Kili. In fact, he almost never lost his temper. But now, in the midst of a quest, in danger... He found it very hard to keep control of himself. He was a child himself, and he tried so hard to stay brave, so that Kili would not get scared, and so that Thorin would trust him, and-and it was too much for him!

"Because I can see everything he said happening by the second." Murmured Kili. "You're right. I was stupid and childish when I spoke to the Goblin like that. Look at you, I know everything you're thinking. The last thing you need on this quest is me. You have enough concerns as it is." Kili closed his eyes. "You don't have to be concerned about me. I can take care of myself."

"Kili, stop." Fili said quietly. "Stop, just stop. You're not making any sense. You think I can just stop being worried about you? It's not that simple. Unless you find it easy to suddenly see me hurt and walk away?"

"Of course not!" Defended Kili. "But that would be different! You have protected me my whole life, it's about time I do something in return."

Fili pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kili-"

They began to hear loud thuds coming their way. Fili was alert immediately, he pulled his sword. As they came closer, they could hear them talking.

"Azog won't be happy!" Said an orc in a hoarse voice. "We barely escaped from the wrath of those dwarves. We need to do something to make him happy!"

"I saw Thorin push two little dwarves this way. This is why I wanted us to come here. Maybe we can find them and kill em."

Fili grabbed Kili right away, "we need to leave," he whispered hurriedly. Kili allowed Fili to pick him up piggy-back style, though it really hurt his ribs and his back. Fili, however, was unsure of what way the orcs were coming, and so could not decide which way he should go. He stood, hesitating.

Kili perched his ears, trying to listen as well as he could. "They're coming from the left. Let's go to the right." He told Fili. When Fili refused to move, however, Kili raised an eyebrow and asked, "Fili? Trust me, they're coming from-right there!"

Fili gasped when the two orcs showed up from behind the trees, grinning and rubbing their palms. Kili moaned in frustration.

"What have we here?"

"I say we take the dark haired one."

"Why?"

"He looks just like Thorin."

"Hmm.. He does."

Fili began to panic. "No, you are not taking him anywhere!" He yelled, trying to sound as brave as he could. He felt Kili tense around him, and took a deep breath. He was the older one. He was the uninjured one. He needed to be strong.

"Says you!" Laughed one of the orcs. "I don't know who you are, dwarves, but if he looks like Thorin, Azog will be happy and might even believe he is his son!" He said. "You take care of the blonde one, I'll take our little dwarfling." He told his companion.

The other Orc nodded and walked to Fili, whose breathing began to speed and he gripped Kili's legs tighter. "I won't let him, Kili." He whispered, though his voice shook. "I won't let him touch you."

Kili whimpered. "You should go," he whispered back. "Thorin would rather lose one of us than both."

"No!" Fili hissed. "You know I would never leave you!"

The orc then leaped at Fili unexpectedly, throwing him off guard and throwing him backwards.

On top of Kili.

Kili screamed in pain when he felt his ribs crack again, and his head collided with the ground, blurring his sight. He felt Fili's weight slowly lift off of him and trying to open his eyes, but couldn't. He then felt his arms getting grabbed, and he screamed again as the Orc pressed down on his broken wrist.

"Heh, we will be merciful on you." Said one of the orcs to Fili. "We won't kill you. You can go back and cry to Thorin, make him fear us. That's right, tell him Azog will make him pay for everything. Do you hear that? Everything!"

"Fili.." Kili tried to call, but instead only blood flooded from in between his lips.

Fili watched as his brother was dragged away. He grabbed a knife from his boots and threw it, aiming as best as he could. The Orc carrying Kili fell down when the knife collided with his head. Fili tried to stand up, ignoring the twisted ankle, but the other Orc held Kili immediately and ran as fast as he could, his eyes wide with fear.

"No!" Fili yelled angrily. "Bring him back!"

He was only responded to by the fading sound of the orc's footsteps running away. He fell back down and placed a hand on his twisted ankle, fighting tears.

"Fili!"

It was Thorin. Fili snorted. "Right on time, Uncle." He said sarcastically, wiping his tears with one hand. "If only you came thirty seconds earlier."

Thorin stood up, worry etched in his features. "Are you okay? What do you mean? Where is Kili?"

Fili shook his head, sobbing.

I DON'T KNOW WAS THAT A CLIFFIE? ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED I TRIED TO PUT SOME ACTION