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BilboPOV
The free fall was terrifying. When I landed I hung upside down. I heard a great screech. It chilled me to the bone. Looking out I saw the most disturbing site. Goblins.
Horrible, deformed creatures with sharp teeth and talons. They were the nightmare in children's dreams. And the gruesome reality to adults.
The hundreds of goblins grabbed and snapped at us. They pulled us out of our cage like cradle. The hands of one latched onto my arm and dragged me around. The hand was oily, bone, and just covered in all sorts of filth. Just touching the fowl creature was defiling and revolting. Thankfully the hand was removed and I took the chance to duck out of sight.
After the goblins disappeared behind a corner. I brought up my head and saw that I wasn't alone, Caldeon must've had the same idea as I. She drew her daggers and I drew my sword which was glowing a bright blue. "Come on," she said. We walked to the bridge when half a dozen goblins dropped in front of us.
They surrounded us quickly. Caldeon struck them down with ease. But I had more trouble and was pushed outside this deadly circle. One of the dreaded creature followed me out, it brought its cruelly made sword into harsh strokes which I blocked as best I could.
A scream like yelp interrupted my attention, I turned and in my distraction the goblin threw itself ya me and we both went over the cliff. And yet again I was in free fall.
KiliPOV
"Start with the youngest," chills went through my soul as the disgusting creatures grabbed and pulled me to the foot of the throne. They held my arms behind my back and tied them into place. A tall goblin with a huge hump stepped to me with a knife. "Tell me dwarfling, where are you going?" the Goblin King said.
"Anywhere that's not here," I said knowing that I would regret it later. The tall goblin put the knife to my cheek. I cringed as more pressure was applied. I felt the smallest drops of blood fall down my face.
Somewhere behind me there were sounds of struggling. I thought it was the company, but when I was pushed to the side of the platform I saw the hoard of goblins parted. Caldeon was thrown in front of the king.
Her left lag was dripping blood from a ragged cut from her knee to the ankle. She propped herself on her elbows and glared, but it could be seen that she was trying to hide the amount of pain she was in.
The Goblin King looked her up and down like she was a new present that he couldn't wait to play with. Chuckling he said,"Thorin Oakenshield, I didn't know you brought whores on your journeys." Thorin's eyes became dark. The king turned to Caldeon,"Where are your employers going whore?" he said."I've bet they've told you something in the night." Caldeon spat on the ground at his feet.
The king made an invisible gesture and dozens of goblins came upon her. I heard every scream, grunt, and yelp with a flinch. The hellish city cheered at the sickening sound of cloth echoed through out the cavern. The company struggled against their captors.
Something shimmered in the torch-light as it flew out of the circle. When it hit the ground Nori picked it up.
The goblins dispersed from Caldeon. She was striped down to thin underclothes that only covered her breasts and the area directly below the hips, these were her only protection from the groping hands of these beings of the deep. Her skin was already starting to bruise especially around her ribs. Now that she was exposed the company started struggling again."So do you know where you're going now," said the Goblin King. Caldeon spat at him again but this time the spit was bloody and forced painfully. The tall goblin came and slapped her across the face which made the little progress she trying to get up again in vain.
The company continued to struggle to the point that my guards tethered me to a pole to focus on them. The king had Caldeon pulled to the throne by her hair and put a dagger to her throat. Her yelp of fear made the company still.
"Have mercy. She's a child," said Thorin.
"She's a little whore. And you don't see my logic. A good whore needs to be broken first. I think I'm doing you a favor," said the goblin."Let's continue then."
The tall goblin stood with a whip in hand next to Caldeon. She curled herself into a ball and whimpered. The whip came up and down onto her wounded leg. Her scream cut through me like a knife. It was desperate and pained.
One. Two. Tears started to run.
Three. Four. Her voice was going horse.
Five. There were no more screams, just sobs.
Six was about to fall when a blinding white light filled the dank abyss.
"Take up arms. Fight. Fight!"
CaldeonPOV
I closed my eyes and savor end this lone moment without pain. Each breath was painful as my sore ribs were forced to move. My leg was like a torch and I didn't dare look at the mangled piece of flesh it probably was now. I struggled as foreign hands lifted me but when I did the twisting my abdominal muscles made me gasp for breath.
"It's ok, lass. It's ok," through my tears I saw Dori's face. Now instead of struggling I clung on to his coat with all the strength that my body would allow like a life line.
I couldn't remember most of the escape. I could remember the pain I was in as I was carried out. The jostling twisted my wounded leg and the bruises made my body so sensitive.
I could remember falling. My eyes were wide as I fell. I almost wondered of this was dying, but when protective arms encircled me and the force of the ground was felt in every fiber of my body, I knew I was still living.
We made outside when I could smell fresh air and birds could be heard in the distance. I heard Gandalf counting off the company. I would have tried to fall asleep if it wasn't for what he said next. "Where is our hobbit?" he said.
"I'll tell you where he went," said Thorin."He went right back to the Shire like the coward he is." I felt tears sting my eyes again.
"Don't you dare say that," I said, my voice was weak and it hurt to talk. Everyone turned to the brokenness of my words. My speech cracked as a new wave of emotion hit me."He fell."
Thorin's face fell when he realized what he did. I think no one should call a dead man a coward.
"I'm here. I'm here," Bilbo came running down the hill. Everyone stared at him in shock. I must had been a total mess that day because yet again I was in tears.
A feeling of faintness came over me. I went limp in my handler's arms. I was gently shook, which sent a shock of pain down me body and I didn't have the energy to cry out.
"She's loosing blood," I heard faintly. By this time my eye sight started to fade. I felt the cool summer grass on my back. There was a quick rip of cloth that I flinched at and pressure directly below my knee.
The increase of pressure now on my lower leg made my cut drip more blood. A scream tore at my throat and it felt as though my throat was going to bleed as well.
I continued to thrash against the thing of pain around my leg. I became short of breath as hands held me down. My mind was a void of darkness where the only thing in existence was pain. Soon the pain stopped and my mind faded into a peaceful blackness.
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