The Goblin King peered at the group in front of him with interest, pausing in his mindless humming. He grunted as he watched a pile of weapons were deposited at his feet. Dwalin's axes, Fili's swords, Kili's bow, and even little Ori's slingshot were dumped into the pile. The King was disgusting to look at, his skin stretch wide from the fat that lay underneath. What little hair he had was greasy, and his face was covered in warts and blemishes. His right foot was more of a stub then a foot and in his hand was a staff with a skull placed on top. Bilbo winced as the King stepped off of his throne to come closer to the Company, the shaky platform swaying with the great wieight.
"Who would be so bold to enter my Kingdom?" he demanded glaring at the group. "Spies, thieves, assassins?" One of the goblins that had been holding Thorin stepped forward to answer the King.
"Dwarves your malevolence. We found them on the front porch."
The King looked taken aback by the announcement. "What are you doing in these parts?"
Bilbo huddled closer to Bifur as the dwarrows remained silent around him. He wished he could turn invisible as the Kings eyes roamed the company afraid to be picked out as a hobbit, he didn't fear for himself. But he did fear for what the King would do when he learned who they had brought into his Kingdom. A manic gleam filled the Kings eyes. "Very well. If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk, but first. Search them" cried out the Goblin King with malleolus. "Every crook, every crevice!"
The goblins that had been standing around suddenly swarmed around the dwarrows. Even more climbed down from the walkways to join the swarm. Bifur growled at the goblins that began to tear at his clothing, but he didn't fight them off. Instead he used his free arm to wrap around Bilbo as if he was embracing the hobbit, using his arms to try to shield the hobbit from the hands that grabbed. But even his arms were not enough protection, as his arms were forced away in order to search the small creature.
Bilbo struggled against the hands that began to search his clothing, though he refused to let go of Bifur's cloths. For a moment he thought he was safe as most of the hands began to leave his clothing, panicking when one found the chain around his neck. The goblin grabbed the chain that held the medallions of the Took and Baggins clan.
Every hobbit had a simple chain that had the golden emblem of their parent's clan crest, the only piece of gold any hobbit ever cared for. These were even more special, once it became clear that Belladonna would have no more children, she and his father had gifted Bilbo their medallions, a great scandal in Hobbiton. It was unheard of a hobbit to not wear their families crest. Bungo had lost some of his respectability as a Baggins when he did this, not that he cared the slightest. They were the dearest things in Bilbo's possession, a piece of his parents that he could carry with him always, and he knew the risk in wearing them outside of the Shire.
Every family in the Shire had their own personal crests, flowers framed the sides, showing the values of the family, while in the middle was the families animal symbol. The Baggins crest was framed with cockle and currant, a skunk was the family animal. The flower meant gentility and you please all, while the skunk stood for respect and sensuality. While the Tooks were the opposite, the crest was framed with coltsfoot, black poplar, and a tiger lily, meaning courage, adventure, and justice will be done. The Tooks cherished their animal symbol, the wolf. Wolves stood for many things but in that moment that stretched on forever, Bilbo could only think of one thing that wolves stood for, facing the End of One's Cycle with Dignity and Courage.
Bilbo knew in that second he would try everything in his power to try to be a Took, when the crests were brought to light he would die like a Took. He snapped back to the present when the chain was ripped from his neck with force, the chain biting his flesh. Bifur immediately snapped the hobbit back to his chest as the last of the hands left them. Not caring about the blood that dripped on his shirt from where the chain had bit into Bilbo's neck. Bifur wanted to immediately to bandage the cut, but the look on Bilbo's face stopped him. It was one of horror, and also resignation. He followed his eyes to look at the chain that was resting in the goblin's hand.
The medallions swung slowly on its chain, twisting in the light, reflecting the light of the torches that light the cavern. The goblin brought them closer to his eyes, freezing when he took in the markings on the twin pieces of gold. Bilbo's stomach sank like a stone as he saw recognition light in the goblins eyes. Looking first at the gold and then at the hobbit taking in the large, hairy feet to the golden copper curls that framed the hobbit's face.
"Took" it screeched. Much to the dwarrows astonishment the whole cavern fell silent as the goblin ran to the King, and handed him the medallions. The sneer that had been frozen on the King's face melted away to a look of suspicion as he took the medallions from the goblin. It seemed like the whole cavern froze holding its breath. The Goblin King studied them with narrowed eyes, before turning and glaring at the frozen, confused dwarrows. "You dare bring this into my kingdom," spat the King throwing the medallions to the ground and stomping on them crushing them under his foot. He turned to his goblins. "Bring the Took forward!".
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I tinkered with the dialogue a bit as you can tell. I figured that Azog would find them anyway, even without the Goblin King sending a message. Next chapter is defiantly going to have Bilbo tortured, just a warning.