Kili was young. Only 2 and a half.

He was a little smaller than other dwarves his age, but Thorin knew he would be a strong warrior. Kili's dark bangs fell over his eyes as he watched Thorin work at the forge in the Blue Mountains. He constantly asked questions about the metal, even tried to touch it while it was hot, which led to a scolding by Thorin.

One day as he ran home from his friend Malign's house, he pushed the door open, ready to tell his brother, mother, and uncle about his playdate, when he saw blood on the floor and walls, 3 carcasses on the rug, and 3 wargs with orcs on their backs.

On instinct, Kili screamed, in panic, shock, and fear. He glared at the intruders, took a rock from his pocket, and hurled it at a warg. It snarled at him. He took another step back in fear.

"No!" he screamed, looking for an escape. If he ran outside, they would immediately kill him. He wouldn't make it to the market or the forge, two places he knew would be safe.

A large, pale orc got off his white warg. He had a hook inside of a hand on one arm and it frightened Kili very badly. The orc put his hand on Kili's head, and said, "Follow me, little one."

Without thinking, Kili obeyed.

He was put on a small warg. The beast's name was Junithril, and had brown fur. He was led out of the house, and away from the village. Away from home. Away from the warm hearth, the sound of his mother singing in the morning, Fili and Uncle Thorin's laughter as they played.

He watched as they left the Blue Mountains, the small house fading away.

75 years later

Kili sat on Junithril, his dark eyes scanning the horizon. The sun was rising. The sky was red last night. 'Red sky at night, sailors' delight,' Kili told himself. It would be clear and bright out today. "Gug, (Good)" he said, gently stroking Junithril's head. The warg made a low growling sound. "Ru'eeg'a," he said. (Be quiet.)

They both turned around and started heading towards their camp.

Kili knew he was no orc. He was a dwarf, and sometimes teased for it. But most held their tongue, knowing that he was the adopted son of Azog.

Their camp rest in ruins, on a hill. Junithril easily ran up the path. He was almost full-grown now. Just a little bit, and he would be full grown.

As they arrived, they were given curt nods. Kili slid off his warg and went to get breakfast, while Junithril went to lay in their corner.

Kili came back with the bowls. "Grub," he said, setting a large bowl in front of his warg.

Junithril lapped up the food and nudged Kili with his nose. The dwarf hadn't touched his breakfast. The warg loved his rider. Kili always cared for him, giving him food and brushing his fur, letting him run around the field to stretch out his limbs. He only let Kili mount him, and got very annoyed when the boy rode another warg.

Kili stood up with the bowls. "Not hungry," he said, and walked away to put the bowls back.

He set them on the pile and walked back. "We're gonna join the patrol," he said to his warg. "Come."

He climbed on Junithril's back, and they followed the commander leading. They rode for a while. Kili knew they were looking for something, but he didn't know what.

It was late at night when they found it. Junithril was tired, and slowing down. Kili had rearranged himself in a position that made him more comfortable as Junithril walked.

He looked up as the leader spoke. They found what they were looking for.

Sorry its short. And the beginning is rushed. But I'll explain a few things?

1. The reason Azog took Kili was because he knew he could use him as a weapon. He raised Kili to fight brutually, and was always telling him that dwarves were his enemies. To enforce the story, Azog made up another one, that they had tried to kill him when he was very, very young. That way, when they found the company, Kili would fight tooth and nail to kill them, and he also wouldn't believe them if they took him with them.

2. Junithril was a very young warg when he met Kili. He grew up alongside him, making the warg fiercely protective of him. He is much less vicious than the other wargs, making him different and ignored by the older and more deadly ones.