Ori woke up, opening his eyes.

He wasn't sure he had opened them at all, it was so dark.

His arms were shackled above him, straining his arms. The cuffs were sharp, cutting into his wrists. His eyes wide, he scanned the darkness. Unable to find anything there, the dwarf rested his head on the wall he was attached to.

He didn't know what, or who, had taken him and the company prisoner. All he had known before the darkness was the yelling, the sound of metal slicing flesh, the shrieks of terror, the sharp pain in his head.

He pulled on his restraints, provoking a stinging feeling, and also feeling blood drip down his arms, he elected to ignore the feeling as he felt the anchor of the shackles start to rip out of the wall.

He heard something shuffle in the darkness and stopped moving completely. Had he been found out?

Then there was light.

At first he was blinded, sinking back into the wall, and then he noticed the figure was not advancing, only watching.

"Who are you?" He whispered, squinting to catch the figure's identity.

"I am Celebrian, of Lothlorien." The figure responded. She said no more, handing him a sword. It was blue, glowing in the now-dim light. They must have been in the residency of orcs.

Ori grew shy. "Why?" He asked, taking the sword in one cuffed hand, straining his chain forward.

"There are those are in need, and there are those who are in need to save."

And with that, she was gone.

He thought of her words. Then, with one swift, angry motion, he threw his free arm foreward, the shackles shooting out of the wall.

He had one last thing to do.

The shackles were heavy, and looked around for something to break them off or to unlock them.

He found himself scanning the floor, looking for the little things, as he always did.

and that is where he found it. A tiny key, it's length seemingly less than an inch, not very thick either.

Managing to get it through the keyhole, the cuffs fell off him quickly.

The amount of his blood on them was startling, and he looked down at his wrists.

Looking back up, he swiftly left the room. Peering out the entrance he found a dark hallway, several other doors lining right and left to his.

It hurt to grip the sword, he must have cut into his artery. He walked down the dark hallway, the sword getting brighter. Eventually he found the others.

The first one he saw held Dwalin, and was made nervous by his state.
He had a gash on his collarbone, staining his fur and darkening the leather. Ori unlocked the cage, but when he went near Dwalin the large dwarf shrunk back.

"Dwalin, it's me, Ori." Ori murmured.

The balding dwarf let out a shuddered breath, very not like him.

"Are you alright? besides the gash on your neck" the small dwarf asked.

"They got me on the stomach." Dwalin gasped. " 'M head hurts also"

Ori sighed, a bit worried. If Dwalin was damaged, that means the others were in a worse stage.

Unlocking the shackles, the muscular dwarf's knees buckled at first, his arms going to his abdomen. "Thank you, Ori" he whispered.

He looked up to find Ori already gone, to find the others. He walked out of the stall to find a way out.

Ori found his brothers next. In a rush of fear, he unlocked the cage quickly and ran to them. He felt on the brink of tears.

Dori looked down at him. Nori was unconscious.
Undoing their restraints as fast as he could, he hugged Dori tight.

"Find a way out." The young dwarf whispered through his tears.
"I already got Dwalin free, find him, and get out."

Dori nodded and picked up his unconscious brother, Looking up to see Ori gone down the hall once more.

And so it went in that order, collecting more tears as he got Bofur, Bifur, Oin, Bombur, Gloin, Fili and Kili, who upon seeing each other again started sobbing, Bilbo, who was a nervous wreck, Ori basically had to shove him out of his prison cell.

Only two left to go.

Finding Balin, Ori noticed he was tired. Everything was slowing down, weighting his movements. He ignored it and was to deep in his thoughts to notice Balin talking to him, whom was oddly calm.
He snapped out of it when the old dwarf put his hand on Ori's shoulder.
"You be careful now, laddie." Balin said. Then he walked out of the prison cell alone, not needing any help.

Ori stayed still for a moment, thinking of the old dwarf's words. They meant much, even if it was just a departing gesture.

He felt like something bad was going to happen to him.

He was ready.