"I smell your fear child." Rumbled the deep voice of the pale orc, his milky eyes scanning over the ash riddled wreckage. "But what is that? Anger as well?"

Curling closer in on herself the small child hidden behind a large pile of rubble gave an angered hiss, rage building within the pit of her stomach.

"Find the child." Ordered the orc, slipping from the back of the large white warg he'd previously rode upon. "Bring her to me, alive."

Raising her head the young girl raised herself to her feet silently, coiled and ready to strike the first Orc dimwitted enough to turn the corner.

A large, hideous Orc dragged his large ax behind him slowly, turning the corner, the wail that escaped him at the unexpected attack cut short as the young child ripped out his larynx, the raven blood splattering over her body, dripping from her still poised hands.

Rushing to the aid of their dead brother the Orcs met their death, the blurred form of the small child rushing from one to another, each lying dead before the next fell.

Stepping over the still twitching body of an obliviously large Orc the child stared blankly up at the pale Orc.

"Azog the defiler." She stated simply, her coarse accented alto slipping from between the chapped and bloodied surface of her plush lips.

Grinning at the name Azog stepped forward, crouching low in front of the child, running a large and calloused finger across her stained cheek.

"What, is your name my darling." Drawled Azog, his bloodshot eyes drinking in the sight before him, knowing the child would be of use to him.

"Rafiki." Supplied the child, her brooding eyes holding his gaze defiantly. "You killed my family."

"No child. The fire killed your family, but you will have another soon enough." Azog replied simply standing and pulling the child into his large arms. "Nothing will ever harm you again. I promise you this."

Not bothering to fight the large man Rafiki let her head rest lazily against his shoulder. He'd promised to protect her, and protect her he would.