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Thank you for everything for the first chapter, I was very pleasantly surprised at the reception of this fic : )

I hope you like this chapter, where most of the whump starts….

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Onwards…..

Fili looked up with wide eyes. There were at least five huge mountain trolls all squashed into the cave around them. Some of his comrades were on the ground, huddled in a protective group, Bombur in the middle, his girth serving little protection to the others, while he and his brother seemed the only ones in the hands of these monsters.

'Get back!'

Thorin drew his sword, fire burning in his eyes as he watched his nephews being flung this way and that as the troll's holding them struggled to pinpoint him. 'Drop them!'

'Gladly' came the groaning, animalistic reply and Thorin cried out in horror as Kili was suddenly dropped; falling at least fifteen feet onto the ground below. He hit the stone floor with a sickening thud.

'Kili!'

Fili looked down at his younger brother, who hadn't moved or made a sound since he hit the ground; he could see the blood pooling around his head in a halo. He turned in anger to his captor, struggling to reach his sword.

Thorin darted forwards; he had to reach his nephew- he wasn't moving, he couldn't be dead… but Gandalf reached forward and pulled him back as a huge foot loomed over his head, crashing to the bone covered floor inches from where Thorin had stood.

'My food!' roared the particularly brutal looking troll, huge black eyes bearing down on Thorin who glared back.

'Over my dead body!' he shouted and made forwards again, determined to reach his youngest nephew.

He had made a few steps before a muscular, solid hand came hurling his way, the troll yelling in anger as he swiped at the dwarf. As strong as Thorin Oakenshield was, he was no match for a well- aimed hit from a mountain troll. Kili shouted in anger as Thorin hit the opposite wall with a horrifying crack, slid down to the floor and didn't move.

'No! Thorin!' Fili struggled as much as he could, but the troll just looked down at him.

'Break your bones, I will!' he told him with blackened teeth, squeezing harder.

Fili stopped struggling at once, feeling ribs cracking; he could feel his own blood thumping through his head, his ears ringing with his heartbeat…it was getting harder and harder to breathe….

There was absolute silence in the cave. No dwarf spoke and no troll moved.

Then the largest troll, the one who had downed Thorin, spoke.

'Put them with the others!'

He motioned to the group of dwarves on the floor and two of the trolls moved forwards, shuffling along and hearing the dwarves with their feet into a corner. Seeing his opportunity, Bofur took his chance; pulling his sword and savagely swiping at the foot of the nearest troll, he quickly hopped over the huge toes and onto the stone floor. He looked around for the exit, anything to help them escape-

But he wasn't quick enough.

A huge shadow came across his face and Bofur shouted in anger as a hand picked him up, holding him tightly around the middle.

'Bad dwarf we save 'till last' the troll holding him licked his lips and threw him into what looked like a makeshift cage.

It was made crudely out of tree-bark, branches and huge logs and boulders. With a looming swipe, the remaining dwarves were kicked into the cage, falling against each other.

'No!'

Bilbo rushed forwards, but caught in the crush of dwarves, couldn't make it to the heavy tree-stump door in time.

'Kili!' Fili called to his brother, eyes wide and searching. The panic rose in his chest as his brother didn't answer, didn't move.

'Get a fire going!' yelled a yellow-looking troll with blood dripping from his mouth, spattering his chest.

The troll holding Fili bent down and flung him to the floor; Fili stumbled before sprinting forwards, throwing himself to his knees at his brothers side.

'Kili…no!' he whispered; his wounds were so much worse than he first thought. Blood drenched the right hand side of his face from a jagged cut beneath his hair, flowing down his neck and staining the fabric of his tunic. Fili quickly ripped off part of his own under-tunic, holding it to his little brother's head.

'Come on…' he muttered, frantically shaking his brother's shoulder. After what seemed like a lifetime, Kili's eyes fluttered open.

'Fili?'

'Yes' Fili scanned Kili's face for other injuries, any confusion.

The pain in his head was indescribable. Kili flinched and felt the bile rise in his throat as warm blood flowed down his face; the stench of iron was overpowering. He forced himself to open his eyes and blinked through the blurriness. His eyes widened in fear.

'Behind you!' he cried, pointing.

Fili pulled out his long knife and swiped blindly, and there was a thud on the floor as a finger fell severed to the floor from the hand that had been reaching for him.

The troll screamed in pain and anger and reached forward again.

'Come on!' Fili yelled, grabbing his brother around the neck and pulling. Kili cried out in pain and flinched away, but Fili held tight, pulling him to his feet.

'Food!' came the deafening shout and more hands reached forward. There came the unmistakable sound of crackling wood and heat exploded in the cave; the trolls had made a fire.

'You cooked first!'

'You touch him again and I'll kill you!' yelled Fili, watching his brother sway on his feet, blinded by his own blood. He himself felt sore around the middle, finding it harder and harder to breathe as his misplaced ribs rubbed against his lungs. He coughed and tasted iron.

He didn't see the troll come up behind him, but he did hear Kili shout his name as his feet left the floor again. He felt what could only be roughly made twine being wound around him and something long and straight being pressed against his back. The troll let go of his body and panic hit him as he thought he may fall; but he didn't.

He was hung on the end of a spit.

'Salted dwarf!' came a shout and his stomach lurched as he was flung sideways. The troll holding him reached into a large crate or barrel, coming back with a handful of white coarse powder.

'Fili!'

Before Fili could turn to his brother, he gagged as the troll pressed salt into his face; he didn't even have time to close his eyes. Eyeballs searing with pain from the salt that was being packed into them, he coughed and vomited up blood and bile as salt forced it way into his mouth.

'Better salted!' cried a troll and the other's agreed.

Watching his big brother shaking his head and spitting out his stomach contents, Kili growled in anger. Ignoring the pain in his head the best he could, he ran forwards, quickly pulling out his own sword and aiming at the foot of the troll holding Fili.

But someone grabbed him round the middle and threw him backwards, onto the floor. His head burst open again, a sickening pain filling his stomach, making it impossible to see.

'Kili!' he heard his uncle yell his name and slowly his face swam into focus. Thorin held him tightly by the shoulders, face right up into his.

'Wait! We must think- these trolls are not stupid!'

'They're going to eat him!'

Thorin turned and looked at his eldest nephew; he was being rubbed down now, the salt clinging to his hair and clothes.

They moved backward and Thorin yelled angrily as another troll came thudding their way, leering down at them with hatred and greed in its eyes.

'Which one do we roast first?'

Thorin and Kili watched with fear in their eyes as hands came looming towards them.

I hope you enjoyed that chapter…more whump to come: there are many ways to cook a dwarf

I'll update soon! Thanks for reading!

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