The Orcs had taken Kili with brutal efficiency. Ronkûr ran him down with the Warg, and the three smaller Orcs were on him, beating him, before he could even get breath back in his lungs.
They stripped him of weapons, and his coat and boots to be certain nothing was hidden. They tied him, and dragged him to higher ground.
'They want to be sure she can hear me scream.' Kili knew.
Ronkûr put Kili on his knees, with hands tied in front of him. The Orc stank like rotten meat and sulfur. He brushed the stubble on Kili's face, 'foshnu Vok', calling him a baby Dwarf. Kili was not trying to understand the Orc any longer. He needed to concentrate on not making a sound, no matter what happened.
Even an Orc as unimaginative as Ronkûr knew that a young Dwarf and an even younger Elf traveling away from the homes of Elf and Man and toward the lair of Smaug were part of some greater scheme. A lost part, no doubt, but still a source of information. He should be taking the Dwarf back to his Master immediately for questioning. That is what Naur would have done - but Naur was a leader. Ronkûr was a thug who inherited a portion of Naur's band, and Ronkûr did not aspire to be anything other than a thug. That little she-Elf had put an arrow in his thigh at Burnt Ridge, and she would be his prize if he had to flay this Dwarf alive.
The first punch was to the jaw, and Kili's mouth filled with blood. The second punch was to the gut, and he spit out all of the blood and the contents of his stomach. The snaga Orcs cackled. They had been disappointed that they were not allowed to share in the chamois this Dwarf had just killed, but at least they were about to be entertained.
The big Orc put his hand on the back of Kili's neck and pushed his head down onto the rock. Kili heard the hiss of leather sailing through the air and realized the Orc truly did have a whip. The first strike tore through his shirt and his skin. The pain made Kili hiss out all the air in his lungs. Inhaling made the pain worse, and he could only take a small gasp of air. He hoped that by the grace of Mahal he would lose consciousness before he broke. Ronkûr was too skilled in interrogation to allow that to happen. He pulled Kili's head up, making it easier to breath.
The Orc did know Common Speech, and he switched to it now, "Call her."
Kili shook his head, no. The Orc pushed Kili's head down on the rock again. He was not going to stop after one blow this time.