A/N: another late update, I'm sorry. Life isn't exactly the best.

Some unexpected action spurred into this chapter. I hope it's worth the wait.

More angst ahead, enjoy~

"He's coming." Kili whispered again, his voice hoarse. His eyes were pleading for his brother to understand. Fili looked helpless, unable to understand what his brother meant whatsoever. He wanted to call for his uncle, but he was scared he would startle Kili.

"Who is coming, Kili?" He asked instead, his voice just barely above a whisper. "What are you talking about?"

Kili's eyes widened, suddenly becoming more focused on his brother. "Fili... He... He's coming back. He won't leave us alone. He's going to... He's going to... Again... I don't want to... Please..."

Fili felt his heart rate pick up speed as he watched his bother shiver. He was afraid that Kili was beginning to go into shock. But what could Kili be talking about? Who was he talking about? Fili ran a hand through Kili's sweat slicked hair, biting on his lips. Kili was begging. What was he begging for?

"No one is coming for you, Kili. I never thought I would say this, but we are safe here. The elves would not let any monster come near you. They're guarding us, Kili, and they will send a healer for you. I promise."

Kili shook his head. "No, no. He's going to find a way. He will hurt Thranduil. He wants to kill Uncle."

Fili pulled Kili up for a hug as carefully as he could. "Kili, no. No one is that strong, I swear-"

"But what if he uses me again? What if I hurt you again?" Kili nearly sobbed.

Fili then understood. The only person that had used his brother was Azog. Azog must have found his way into his brother's nightmares again. But no, Fili would not allow him to hurt his baby brother again. Not under his watch. "No, Kili. It was just a nightmare."

Kili groaned, both from pain and annoyance. "You don't understand! He came to me! He's still in my head, Fili! His magic or curse is still in me!"

"That's not possible-" Fili began to argue.

"It's very possible! Fili, he's in my brain again. Just like he was when he made me attack Uncle. He's not gone. He wanted this, Fili. He wants to hurt our uncle as well as the elven king. I'm scared, Fili. I don't want to harm anyone anymore." He whispered, his voice hoarse. Why couldn't Fili believe him? It wasn't a nightmare. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. He was risking the elves' lives too now, not just his family's. then he remembered the elf. "Where is the elf? The blonde archer!"

Fili furrowed his eyebrows. "I honestly don't know. He wasn't here when I woke up."

"I'm assuming his father released him." Thorin stated, smiling. "How are you feeling, Kili? You're finally awake. I have missed your voice and your laughter. Especially since we're only sitting down, with nothing to do."

Thorin stepped closer, leaning down so he could pull his nephew for a hug. How he missed him. While Fili was a lot like him; calm, wise and prepared, Kili was a lot more like Dis. He was much more lively and though at times he would be a bit annoying, Thorin never tired of seeing him or hearing him.

Kili flinched, however, when his uncle reached for him. There was something about his uncle, something about the way he smiled-Kili's eyes widened in disbelief once more. He was feeling hatred towards his uncle. Hatred. He shook his head. Azog's tricks, he reminded himself. You don't hate your uncle. You want to hug him and protect him.

But you want to kill him. Another voice hissed in his mind. He moaned audibly, shaking his head against it. You want to hear him scream.

"No." He mumbled. "No, I won't hurt him. No."

Thorin backed away, looking at Fili with a worried yet hurt expression on his face. Fili's expression told him that he did in fact know what was happening to his brother. "Fili?" He demanded.

"He... Uh.. He said Azog has control over his mind again..." Fili whispered, keeping his eyes on his writhing brother. "He's afraid he'll hurt you."

Thorin cursed under his breath. "That Orc. Of course he wouldn't leave Kili alone. Why would he come back now of all times?"

Fili didn't know. He really didn't. All he wanted was for them to be back in the Blue Mountains again, Dwalin braiding their hair while Thorin sang. He wanted to be a kid again, to run to his uncle and cry in his shoulder. He wanted Kili to be innocent again; not a traumatized, half-possessed, injured child. He wanted all of this to be a bad nightmare. He sniffed, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"He... He said something about the elves." He muttered. Thorin looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Fili continued. "He said Azog wanted to hurt the elves too. I don't know what he meant. He seemed to be afraid of hurting everyone. I don't understand." He choked back a sob, because he needed to be strong, and brave, for his brother's sake. But this was too much for him to take in. He'd controlled himself, tried his best to remain calm since the beginning of the trip. If Kili got hurt again, Fili didn't think he could take it anymore. He'd had enough.

Thorin stood up. "Kili would probably relax more if I stay away from him. This must be Azog's doing. As long as he does not fully control Kili's mind again, we should be fine." He began pacing around the dungeon cell (which was quite big, with cozy beds and rugs. The elves were housing them well). "We must find a way to stop this. We need to get the magic out of his system."

"It's not that simple." Kili's voice sounded, low and weak. Thorin turned around, but refused to go near him again, for Kili's sake. "He didn't put anything in me. I gave him my consent. I allowed him to take over my brain. I regret it, I swear! I swear, Uncle! I didn't know what I was in for!"

Thorin rubbed his temples. "It's not your fault, Kili. Don't fret over it. We need to find a way to stop it."

"We can't! It's part of me now, it's part of who I am." Kili bit his lip, refusing to let the tears fall. He saw how Fili fought his pain, and he knew he had to be as brave. "I might hurt you. Please. I don't want to do this. Azog said... He said Thranduil was protecting you from him, and that he would pay for it. What if he makes me hurt you? I'm scared." He admitted weakly. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

Unable to stop himself, Thorin rushed to Kili's side on instinct, pulling Kili into a hug. "I know. We will stop this. You won't hurt anyone and you won't be hurt. I promise."

Kili yelled, struggling to free himself of his uncle's grip. "Don't get this close to me!" He screamed. "Stop!"

Thorin stood up slowly, reminding himself that this was not what Kili wanted. It was not Kili's words. He looked at Fili, who appeared to be fighting tears from erupting. He closed his eyes, trying to think of a way-any way-to end this.

"Thorin Oakenshield!"

The dwarves turned to look at the elven king, who had hurriedly entered the dungeon cell. Despite the power in his tone, he looked pale and... Frightened?

"Thranduil?"

Thranduil elegantly moved so he was right in front of Thorin. "Thorin, when have you last seen my son?" He asked quietly.

"Last night. He was having a type of panic attack and demanded he be released." Thorin replied honestly. Where had Legolas gone, if he hadn't been escorted by his own father?

"I know, I know." Thranduil muttered. "I ordered the guard to release him. Do you know where he went afterwards? He is not in his chambers, and the guards say that they haven't seen him. I can't find him anywhere."

In all honesty, it scared Thorin to see Thranduil this scared. "Perhaps he is just in the woods? He wanted to be amongst the trees and the sunlight."

Thranduil nodded. "Yes, I know, I know." He repeated. "The guard said he went into the woods. I have sent three patrols and he has not been spotted." Thranduil, who was always calm and collected, was panicking. "They even found Orc traces."

At this, the dwarves all seemed to pale, especially Kili, Fili and Thorin. "Orcs?" Fili whispered.

"Yes. Orcs. You do not understand. My son can't be with orcs. He..." Thranduil began to pace around the cell. "He has killed many, but he would not be okay if he was captured. They killed his mother before his eyes, Thorin! They imprisoned her and killed her. His memories will shatter him!"

The dwarves were at a loss of what to say. Why had Thranduil come to them, then?

"They would turn him into an Orc." Thranduil nearly whimpered. "They would do anything to break him. To break me. He's the only thing I have left."

Thorin clenched his fists. "How can we help?"

"I was hoping to find him here again. He's not here. You stay here. The orcs are after you, and we can't risk you getting killed on my territory. You remain here. I need to find Legolas. Valar, please. Don't take him away from me too." He whispered to himself as he left the dungeons.

The dwarves stood in silence for a while after, until Kili decided to speak up again. "I didn't expect this." He said. "I didn't think he would do this to Thranduil."

"Neither did I." Admitted Thorin. "I did not deserve this when he took you. Thranduil... He does not either."

Kili shifted in his sleep. He was dreaming again. Or was it a dream?

"Ah, the elf. He's out of the way now, at least. I must admit, I have never seen Thranduil so broken since we killed his wife. It's rather fun, is it not?" Azog asked him.

"Stop this. Please."

Azog shook his head. "It has just begun. And you, little Kili, are my brave sidekick."

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