Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfiction for the Hobbit. I am going to use elements from both the book and the movies. Whichever I see fit with the story. As you know both belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I own nothing, except my OC(s). If you have a problem with OC's, then this isn't a story for you.
A few warnings for my first chapter:
There will be mentions of rape and urination as an act of humiliation, but nothing that graphic or explicit. I will write more explicitly (I will rate the entire story M) in other chapters, but this first won't be.
Hope you like it - if you do, please let me know so!
/Glamazon.
The remaining embers and fire from the hearth cast a faint glow in the hall. The company was sleeping. Everyone had had the need for a good nights sleep once they had arrived and finished supper consisting of bread, butter, honey and plenty of ale...
She couldn't sleep. She lay awake, staring at the wooden roof, just outside the circle of light. She couldn't believe she was there. That she was safe, for the first time in weeks, or months even. She had washed herself a few hours prior to going to bed, and it was like her skin was aching from the loss of the thick layer of dirt that had surrounded her for so long. Dirt caked upon her skin, consisting of sweat, tears, blood, sand and dust... And fouler things she didn't wish to name in her head even.
Many of the dwarves were heavy snorers it seemed, and now was not an exception. Some of them might have had a little too much ale to drink for supper, which of course only had made matters worse. Annoyed and restless, she threw the heavy wool blanket of herself and got up on stumbling feet, taking care to wrap the cloak around her safely in case she was being watched in the darkness. Maybe dwarves had better use of their eyes in the darkness than she did? She didn't know - she didn't even know why it would matter now, since every single one of the dwarves already had seen her naked as the day she was born.(With exception for the hobbit.) She felt a flush of warmth and embarrassment as she thought about that now that she was safe. She had been in no place to think about her modesty back then, given the situation she had found herself in; which was to be honest, naked, panicked and scared.
She sat down in front of the hearth to warm herself, calming herself with the sight of the fire and embers. She was far away from home now. Far away from the life she had been leading, before she ended up here. She could get no rest thinking about that, but couldn't stop herself. Instead, she thought about the events of the past few days, while absentmindedly toying with a few stands of her long hair.
She remembered how she had been laying there in her cell, more than ready to give up. She had no mean of telling how long she had been a prisoner of the goblins. No light to guide her, and no natural cycle of sleep since she wasn't allowed to sleep when she wanted to. (In face, there wasn't much sleeping at all, unless you counted fainting.) All she could remember were moments of dozing off in her cell, on the sandy floor. Her clothes had been taken from her when they had capured her, so all she could do was curl up in a corner in a vain effort to try to stay warm. She dozed off from sheer exhaustion more than anything, since she always had to be on her guard. She knew what was coming everytime the door of the cell swung open; shouting in a language she was unable to understand, mixed with broken words in the common tongue. Then there was the whip. There was no way of escaping it, no way of ignoring the burning. She had yelped and screamed the first times...But when she realised how much pleasure it gave her capturers, she had tried to limit herself to hissing when the whip licked and bruised her back. It had worked for some time, until they made a greater effort to try and harvest any sound of pain from her. The small, inbred gobins at the bottom of the foodchain had enjoyed mocking and laughing at her.
"Fat little pig!" her capturers had screamed. "We're gonna whip you all tender before cooking you!"
Once they had gotten her on her feet, it was time to get to work. They made her do all the painstakingly heavy tasks, moving stones out of the way, all the time whipping her if she went too slow. Her arms were aching, her back was aching, and all the time she scraped her naked skin on the sharp rocks she had to carry. She was lucky to not drop any heavy block of stone on her naked feet. She dropped lighter stones on herself when she was too pressed and stressed out. It was enough to make her limp for a long time afterwards.
The work wasn't the worst part of her time in Goblin town though. It was the time in between, when the goblins used all their energy to humiliate the naked and hungry human in every way they could. She closed her eyes thinking about it. Thinking about the filthiness of it all. How much it had hurt her more than just in a physical way. She knew she should have been used to being taken by force by now, given the times before she went out in the wilderness, but it couldn't compare to being used like that. She briefly remembered one particular time when she had been left alone for a while in her cell. She had instantly curled up on her side, facing the door so she would be able to look upon her capturers before they entered.
She couldn't have dozed off for more than a few minutes before she awoke with a start. She noticed she was being poked with a rather sharp stick and whimpered.
"Wakey, wakey!" the screeching voices had mocked her. "Time to get up, filthy sunshine!"
"Stop..." she had said, swatting away the stick like an annoying fly. She was getting more and more exhausted, but still had enough energy to try and fight back. She had been holding on to the stick, with a aggitated goblin at the end. His companion had brought out his faithful whip, and soon burning blows were raining all over her, making her let go of the stick. She didn't dare to try and get up to try and stop the goblin from hitting her. Besides, even though the foul creatures were small in stature, they had sharp claws and sharp teeth and she were no match for them in her naked, vulnerable state.
Next thing she knew, one of the goblins were holding her legs apart, while another held on to her arms. They had her pinned down, naked. She must have been screaming, but she couldn't recall if she had. If she had, it had surely been drowned out by the mocking laughter, the screeching voices...Much like metal grinding upon stone. The pain and horror were terrible as they had used the stick on her...Intimate parts. They had poked her, moved it inside and out, tearing her inner walls in its wake. Blood started flowing, lubricating the stick. She had cried, and all the while the goblins had been watching her, throwing curses at her in their own language as well as the common tongue, laughing and clapping their hands like it was the best entertainment they had layed eyes upon for a good while.
Some of them had been touching themselves, but not everyone. In fact, none of them had never used her womanhood to pleasure themselves. It was a small mercy, but she was thankfull for it. She knew this was something else than purely sexual. It was humiliation, and they got off on it. The goblins weren't sexual creatures, but they had enough knowledge about other races to know what most of them deemed as humiliating. She hadn't even been sure if she had seen any women amongst them, or if there was any difference between sexes. They all had the same, disfigured and disgusting faces to her. She guessed however, no matter how they bred, that there were a great deal of inbreeding amogst the goblins, given the physical state amongst most of them.
The climax of the game had ended with some of them urinating on her naked, bleeding form. Mixed with goblin spit it had run off her body, pooling around her. She had then been left alone, again, too scared and shaken to cry from anything more than the burning pain in her nether regions. She had even been to scared to move from the puddles of foulness to seek out antoher patch of floor. Yes, she had been ready to give up. The promise of inevitable death in these foul caves was the only comfort she had been able to find.
It wasn't long after that they had found her. She had noitced that there had been a lot of movement in goblin town that day, and that all of the goblins had been restless and seemed to be gathering in front of the goblin king. She had even been left alone to her own thoughts. The guards didn't seem worried about her escaping though after threatening to eat her alive if she did, since they were sure she was too weak to try and run, and that the door couldn't be opened from the inside.
Given that, she had hoped to slip away into a dreamless, if not permanent sleep while they were gone. She didn't wish for anything else than to go peacefully, what little peace there was to be found naked and abused on the floor, covered in all sorts of foul, dried fluids.
It was then she had heard steps approaching the bars of the door. Those had not been like the naked, limping footsteps of goblins. These were heavier, rushed, and obviously dressed in heavy boots. As they grew closer, she could hear the faint metallic sound of light armour and weapons, the whispering and creaking of leather. She fought between the joy of hope and the crippling fear in her chest, making her unable to move. Battling her fears, she pushed her head up from the ground. It felt all too heavy.
Voices, dark, male, rushed...
"This way!" a particulary dark one said near her door. She saw the source of the voice rush past in between bars. He was a tall man, with a long, grey beard, and clothes just as grey. In his hands he held a staff and a sword... The tip of the staff glowed like a cold star had settled upon it. It was a beautiful light that she had longed to see. She had longed to see any other kind of light than those from the fires in Goblin town. It passed quickly though with the man, some kind of wizard, from the staff she guessed, who ran past the bars, not stopping to look to the corner where she was laying.
Not far behind the wizard, another one came running. Not a man, but a lot shorter in stature. He had long, dark hair, streaked with silver, and a short, dark beard. Dressed in metal and furs, carrying a sword, he passed her just as quickly as his foregoer. A dwarf?
Her guess was confirmed as she saw other follow him and pass her. They were all dwarves, and almost everyone were carrying weapons. It must have passed about ten of them once she had gotten up, limping towards the bars of her cell. Everyone seemed too rushed to take any notice of her as she pressed herself to the door.
"Help..." she whispered, marveling at how what she intented to come out as a scream only came out like that silent, dry whisper. She cleared her throat, but found it impossible since it was dryer than the sandy floor she had been resting upon seconds ago.
"Help me..." she said, a little louder, now pressing her face inbetween bars to look out and to be seen. The dwarves just passed her, and she noticed it was the end of the line. Soon everyone of them had passed, and they were clearly in a hurry. They actually looked to be running for their lives.
"Please, help me!" she said in desperation, getting her hand out between the bars. Finally, one of the last ones, a dwarf wearing a grey wool hat, noticed her calling. He looked upon her, surprised and in chock to see anyone but a goblin there. For the fraction of a second, while the last ones ran past him, she knew he was poundering whether to acknowledge her or just keep on running with his kinsmen.
"Oy lads!" he turned his head and yelled to the rest of his company. "They have someone in here! A lass!"
Thankful, she knew there wasn't much time from their running, she moved to the door.
"Please, get me out!" she whispered in panic, not sure if he even could make out the words that escaped her cracked lips.
He was already at the door, trying to get it open. Some, but not all of the dwarves, had returned to their friend, including the dark haired one dressed in furs and metal.
"Dwalin, use your axe on the lock!" the dwarf in the hat said.
A particularly broad and strong looking dwarf with tattoos on his bald head, made quick work of the door with the heavy axe he was carrying, even though she also had seen him hesitating before releasing her. She couldn't believe it, but it was open.
"What do you think you're doing?" the dark haired dwarf with silver streaks asked agitated to the dwarf in the hat. "We don't have time for this, we need to go, now!"
"We can't just leave her!" the dwarf answered back. She had already stepped forward into the light, more than ready to go. She hadn't even given one single thought to her nakedness, only focusing on the vague promise of freedom. The dwarves around her averted their eyes from the dirty, naked woman out of courtesy.
The dark haired dwarf with the large sword sighed before speaking again. Right then and there, she got the feeling, no, she knew that he must be their leader.
"Very well. But you-" he growled, before adressing her. Until then he hadn't even seemed to take notice of her. "You better be able to run, because we're not stopping for anything or anyone to get ourselves killed."
Before she could answer him or agree, he had shrugged off his fur coat, and handed it to her.
"Take this and cover yourself. Let's move on. Now."
She nodded and shrugged it on, marveling at the sensation as the soft fur and delicate leather enclosed itself on her cold, naked body. The dwarves had already started running again, with exception of a few who stayed behind to see if she really was fit to go. She started running on the pure andrenaline coursing through her veins. Ignoring the sharp pain within her right leg as she ran, the wheezing of her parched lungs and the pain in general. She didn't have time for that. Breathing was not important. She knew she would only get one shot, and giving up on it now was not an option. All the time while she was running, her vision threatened to blur from the grateful tears she could feel luring behind her eyelids.