Kili saw the three small Orcs first. 'Snaga', they were called. It meant slave. Dwalin, who had been fighting Orcs since before Kili was born, was fluent in the Orcish tongue known as Black Speech. Dwalin had taught Fili and Kili a few phrases, something he had hoped the boys would never need to know. Kili knew that snaga were vicious, but not likely to think for themselves. He thought he stood a chance against them, until he saw three more Orcs. They were big - two tall Orcs, armed with bows, and their leader, a massive Orc on a mangy black Warg.
This was a much smaller hunting party than he and Rhavaniel had faced on Burnt Ridge. But he was still outnumbered six to one, and the element of surprise was all theirs.
Kili still had a knife in his hand, and he intended to go down fighting if they did not end him with arrows first. He wondered if he should take his chances throwing the knife. At least this would end quicker. Their leader seemed to be silently debating Kili's fate.
Kili realized that the lead Orc was staring at his arrows - his three-headed arrows with bright orange fletch - the same arrows that Kili had put in the back of the Orc leader at Burnt Ridge.
The Orc spoke, and Kili could make out some of it. He knew he was being called a filthy Dwarf. 'amal' meant 'where', and he heard 'lul gijak-ishi', a term Dwalin himself had used for 'Elf' many times - until Uncle Thorin found out what else it meant, and forbid Dwalin from using such language in front of his nephews.
Kili locked his eyes on the Orc leader. He would not call Rhavaniel's name, and he would not let his eyes betray her with a glance in her last direction.
The Orc leader smirked, and said more words that Kili did not understand. But Kili knew the last phrase - 'Amal shufar, at rrug' meant 'Where there is a whip, there is a way'.
He knew they planned to take him alive.