A/N: yay I handed in my essay today finally but I still have 2 posters, a presentation and exams to go so... Wish me luck! My way of making myself feel better is by writing but then I make myself sadder because this isn't a happy story *sighs*

Thank you so much for the reviews, favs and mostly follows :') every time I see an email happiness fills my heart even as I'm writing an essay about how Hamlet is an idiot and I want to just end school

Also note "Orc" is capitalized it's because of my autocorrect! (yay writing on tablet)

Some slight AU

Enjoy... (or not... Heheheheheheheh *evil*)

Thorin raised an eyebrow. "Answer my question, Fili. Where is your brother? I am sure he is not strong enough to move his arm, let alone run away. And is your ankle alright? Why are you clutching it like that? Fili, what happened?"

Fili groaned. "An Orc took him. I managed to shoot one down," he explained, gesturing to the dead Orc, "but the other took Kili and I couldn't run after him because they had injured my ankle. They had seen us run off and followed us into the woods, then they took Kili because..." Fili took in a deep breath, "because they thought he looked so much like you, they could convince their leader that he was your son." Fili explained in a wavering tone.

Running a hand through his hair, Thorin exhaled sharply and walked to Fili. "Let's get you back to camp. We need to get moving, but we will look for Kili first. Hopefully the Orc has not gone too far. Dwalin, Nori, follow his tracks. I will come along. Dori, return to camp and tell the others to prepare to leave in a couple of hours." He helped Fili up. "Don't worry, we will find him."

Fili nodded, leaning on Dori and limping away to camp. "I hope so." He whispered in response, more so to himself than to his uncle.

Kili awoke screaming. The pain from his wounds resurfaced while he was unconscious, after the fall and the unkind handling of the Orc. When he did not feel Fili's presence beside him, hugging him, calming him down and telling him it's a nightmare, he screamed louder.

"Shut him up!" Roared a voice. Kili still refused to open his eyes. He continued to scream, unable to move or thrash about. "I said shut him up!"

He felt a cold hand cover his mouth and his breath was cut. He stopped screaming, but when the Orc refused to move his hand and Kili could not breathe, he opened his frantically and tried to scream again. "Mhmmm!"

The Orc holding him down slowly released his grip on Kili's face, giving Kili the chance to take a breath. Kili took quick breaths, looking around and ignoring the pain erupting in his neck every time he moved his head. He noticed that he was naked, except for his undergarment covering his privates only.

"So you are the child of Thorin Oakenshield then." Said the same low, hoarse voice from before. Kili turned to look up at him. He was an Orc, but he was bigger in size and his features looked much sharper. "I am Azog. I am sure your father has spoken to you about me." He said.

Kili narrowed his eyes. "I am no child of Thorin." He answered, clearing his throat when his voice came out as nothing but a rasp.

"Oh, but I have seen many elves in my lifetime. Even his elder nephew-what was his name? Fili?-but non resembled him like you do." Azog explained. "Not even his very own father."

"The line of Durin do not lie about their blood. We are proud and we would never deny being a Durin." Kili snapped back. "I am not his child."

"Oh, but you are of the line of Durin?"

"Aye, his nephew." Kili replied sharply. "Kili."

Azog laughed. "His nephew? I would have thought you were his niece!" Other orcs joined in and laughed along. Azog silenced them by speaking again. "With your fair features and hairless face, I almost mistook you for an elf at first! Then a man, then when they told me you were the child of Thorin, I thought you were his daughter!"

Kili tensed with anger and glared at Azog, unsure of how to respond. "I am manlier than the manliest of your men!" He snapped back cheesily, his voice shaking. "I have no beard yet, but I am strong and I can kill you!"

Azog raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, as far as I can see, you cannot even move your fingers, let alone stand up or fight me." He mocked. "I wonder who did this to you. Was it trolls? Or perhaps the goblins? They did a very good job. You know, they learned the technique of burning archer's arms from me. I told them it was the worst that can happen to an archer." His eyes roamed over Kili again. "A fair job with all the whips as well. They learn quickly."

He reached out and ran a finger over Kili's burnt arm, making Kili hiss in pain. "You know, even with most of your clothes off, I still have trouble believing you are male. What else did they do to you, hmm? I doubt they took advantage of your body." Kili's eyes widened with fear, and Azog laughed. "Don't worry, I won't harm you in that way. At least, I don't plan to just yet. I see the goblin king has left a mark here," he suddenly noted, his hand dropping to Kili's thigh and stopping over the mark. "I shall leave another mark once I am finished with you."

Kili looked away, tears filling his eyes. "Uncle will find you and kill you. He won't let you survive this time."

"A little child, looking up to his uncle as expected." Azog sighed, and to Kili's surprise, took a seat beside him on the cold ground. "There is much about your uncle you do not know, Kili. Perhaps you should know all the bad things about your uncle. He is not perfect, you know." He gestured generally over Kili's body. "If he truly cared for you, do you think he would have allowed this to happen to you?"

Kili's eyes widened. He began to remember his Uncle's words back in the cave. Azog continued. "He knew there would be much danger on this quest, and yet he asked you to come along. You know, he would not mind risking your life in order to retrieve the gold of Erebor."

Kili inhaled. "Uncle would do the right thing by leaving me behind. Erebor is more important than my single soul."

"Perhaps." Replied Azog. "But perhaps he never cared for your soul to start with, child's and thus decided to bring you along. Look at you. Just by seeing you like this, I can tell that you are barely over eighty years of age! In fact, I feel as though you were brought along as a maiden to serve the male dwarves on this quest."

Kili visibly flinched. "I am under eighty." He murmured, trying to ignore Azog's comment about his looks.

"I heard you were born on the same day as the battle." Said Azog. "When both your parents died. I don't think Thorin would have liked that, hmm?"

You were simply a burden ever since you were born! You were the reason that your mother had died! She could have survived that battle had you not been born-I lost my only sister because of you!

At Kili's reaction, Azog immediately knew that he was hitting on a strong nerve for Kili. It was clearly a big concern for him and Azog took the advantage.

"And your poor brother, too..."

Thorin growled, exasperated. He rubbed his temples. "I don't get it. How could his footsteps have suddenly vanished so?" He leaned on a tree. "Where could they have possibly gone?!"

Dwalin shrugged. "I am not even sure if Kili was in a condition strong enough to survive..." He said, stopping at Thorin's shocked and angered glare. "All I'm saying is that there are no tracks that can help us find him, and Aule knows where they could have taken him. We have no time to go on a side quest to find Kili."

Thorin opened his mouth to lash out at him, but Nori spoke up first. "I agree. Thorin, you knew very well that bringing Kili to this quest was a mistake. Sure, he is our best archer and one of the youngest with the best senses, but you knew he had a very small chance of making it out alive. You knew, Thorin."

Dwalin nodded. "You should thank Aule that he survived this far, especially after the goblins." He added.

Thorin bit his lip and walked away, refusing to respond.

Uh oh... Azog is bringing back some bad memories... :/ :/ ALSO do you guys mind the whole sexual references by Azog or...?