Hello all,

Well here is chapter 10 as said the last chapter was rather short so here is another chapter to make up for the shortness of the last one. Enjoy.

At the back of the cave she grumbled under her breathe at Thorin's behaviour as she took off her soaked tunic and began squeezing the water out. She squeezed her hair out and began to dry off some when she realised someone stood behind her. "I thought I made it clear that if any of you followed I would throw you off this mountain." Veirra replied annoyed at being ignored.

No sooner had the words left her lips, a strong hand seized her arm and turned her around. Luckily she held her dry tunic to her to keep her modesty. Being seized by both arms Veirra was soon made to sit down on a bolder and look up at Thorin's intense eyes. "Thorin what are you doing?!"

Before she knew it Thorin gripped the back of her head and leaned down crushing his lips against hers fiercely. Being kissed by the dwarf lord Thorin Oakenshield shocked Veirra as he pressed harder and her mouth opened with a soft moan. Thorin's other large hand soon gripped her hip to pull her against him. Panic rushed through her, but her body refused to act on her fears. The hard passionate kiss left her breathless when Thorin finally released her mouth, and made it impossible for her to say anything as she stared up at Thorin confused. She felt Thorin tug her hair and pull her head back exposing her neck, and he leaned down kissing her neck, tickling her with his beard, and nipping her at times to get a soft gasp to escape her lips. 'What had they been fighting about?' Veirra wondered. Then she felt it someone was watching them and her eyes fluttered open. All she saw in the pathway leading back to their companions was a shadow that watched them, it all but screamed evil. Faintly she heard what sounded like thousands of whispers calling her name.

"Thorin there is something there." Veirra said, but the dwarf seemed more interested in her. "Thorin seriously there is someone-" Her words stopped as her hands pushed against a pale scarred chest instead of Thorin's fur coat. He was missing a hand and as she faced him she realised it was a strangely pale orc grinning down on her. Panicking she tried to push the vile creature away from her, that was when she noticed that she was chained to the wall and dressed in rags. Now she could hear screams and cries echoing down the corridor. She suddenly felt very sick, they were not cries of someone being merely tortured, but various women's cries. Screams and cries similar to that of Atrice! 'No,NO! This could not be happening!' Veirra thought wildly as she began struggling even more, as the pale orc grinned even more and pressed against her. The last thing she knew was she screamed. "THORIN!"

"Wake up!" Veirra snapped awake at Thorin's voice and looked over at him, then the floor moved and she sat up just as it fell out from underneath them. Down they slid as she and the others screamed out as they fell. Finally they fell onto a rickety wooden platform, and Veirra groaned. She was on top of someone, and so she opened her eyes to find herself yet again on top of the dwarf lord. Like before their faces were mere inches apart, this time though he had an arm wrapped around her waist and was reluctant to release her. She felt herself shiver against him and his grip tighten. Had the situation they were in not been a dangerous one she knew he would have held her to him longer, but in that moment it was not the time and so reluctantly he released her waist. Before anyone really got to their feet Goblins came rushing at them and seizing them before they fully realised what had happened. Fighting them proved pointless as they were pushed and pulled along, their weapons taken. However Goblins were not that thorough and Veirra retained her hidden wrist daggers as well as various other hidden daggers. Yanked along no one saw where the hobbit went, but right then it was more concerning to be captured by Goblins.

Being led to a larger cavernous area there were many bridges where other Goblins looked down or up at the group as they were pushed and pulled along. There were also many lights which meant a very large horde of Goblins resided here. Veirra winced as a type of horn was blown followed by other 'noises' were they trying to make music? 'Great a new form of torture!' Veirra thought as the group was led on. Soon they were led across yet another bridge to a very large ugly Goblin that thought he could sing. Apparently this was their leader, and Veirra thought she was going to be sick as she looked on him. What was even more painful was hearing him try to carry a tune, by the end of the song Veirra would have preferred a torture table to his singing. "Catchy isn't it? It's one of my own compositions."

"Let me put it to you this way, I will willingly take torture over your singing!" Veirra called out.

"It's not a song it's an abomination!" Balin added. The Goblin king laughed as the goblins dumped their weapons before him. It was then he stood yet again and lumbered forward. Veirra hoped that along the way he would fall through the rickety wooden planks but no such luck.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"

"Dwarves your malevolence." A goblin spoke up.

"Dwarves!"

"And a human." Another goblin pointed to Veirra.

The first goblin continued, "We found them on the front porch."

"Well don't just stand there search them! Every crack! Every crevice!" A pair of Goblins seized Veirra's upper arms while another felt over her. Luckily her wrist daggers remained hidden, and the Goblin was short. However she did not like being touched and so her leg came up kicking the goblin hard between the legs. He gave a squeak and fell over clutching himself. The others would have reacted had they not heard the clatter as a bag was dumped. Elven items hit the floor. "It is my belief that they are in league with Elves!"

The goblin king was handed a candle holder, "Made in Rivendell. Second age couldn't give it away." He tossed it away.

That was Nori's sack, Veirra looked at the guilty dwarf with a raised brow. "Just a couple of keepsakes." At that point Veirra shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing in these parts? Speak!" The Goblin king demanded and before Thorin could come forward it was Oin who stopped him and came forward. "Don't worry lads I will handle this."

"No tricks! I want the truth warts and all." The goblin king retook his seat.

"You're going to have to speak up! Your boys flattened my trumpet!" Oin spoke up.

"I will flatten more then your trumpet!" He got up again as he came forward as he knocked goblins aside, then Bofur came forward. "If its information you are wanting then I am the one you should be talking to."

The king stopped and waited as Bofur continued. "We were on the road, well it is not so much a road as a path. Actually it is not even that come to think of it more like a track. Anyway point is we were on this road, like a path, like a track and then we weren't. Which is a problem because we were suppose to be in Dunland last Tuesday."

Veirra was biting holes in tongue to keep from laughing, as Dori added. "Visiting distant relations."

"Some inbreeds on my mother's side." Bofur supplied.

"And her?" The goblin king pointed at Veirra.

"Oh she is our guide, but not a very good one since we got lost on the road..path... track." Veirra ducked her head to keep from laughing then straightened.

"It's true, and some of them are stubborn as old goats. Some of them insisted that road... no wait path er track must be a short cut." Veirra spoke up, by now the goblin king had had enough.

"SHUT UP! If they will not talk then we will make them squawk! Bring up the mangler! Bring up the bone breaker! Start with the youngest!" He pointed to Ori then, and the youngest of the company paled. Naturally Veirra saw Thorin move to reveal himself to the goblin king.

"We were talking you just did not like what we were saying, there is a difference! And secondly it's ladies first!" Veirra called out.

"What?!"

"You are not suppose to start with the youngest, idiot! It is ladies first or is your knowledge as horrible as your singing?!" Veirra replied. Again the angry Goblin king came lumbering forward and Veirra braced herself for the worst.

"WAIT!" Thorin called out as he stepped forward. 'Damn it Thorin!' Veirra thought.

"Well, well, well! Look who it is, Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror. King under the mountain." The goblin king gave a mocking bow to Thorin. "Oh but I am forgetting you do not have a mountain, and you are not a king, which makes you nobody really. I know someone that would pay a pretty price for your head, just a head nothing attached."

Veirra started to move forward fearing that his head would be removed right then, but she was soon seized by the goblins around them. The goblin king looked over at her then at Thorin. He looked back and forth as though seeing a connection before looking back at Thorin with a widening grin. "Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A pale Orc astride a white warg."

Veirra froze as she recalled the nightmare she had suffered before they fell into this Goblin infested place, then remembered the story Balin told to the others the night she met the company in person. "Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!"

"So you think his defiling days are done do you? I bet he will pay much more for your pretty human too. She will learn why he is called the 'defiler'." The goblin king laughed, right then Thorin lunged for the goblin king and was grabbed by several goblins restraining him. The goblin turned to his messenger a shrivelled midget of a goblin with a scroll and quill. "Send word to the pale Orc tell him I have found his prize and much more."

Veirra felt cold right then as the messenger slide away on a line of rope. She snuck a peek at Thorin who still glared at the Goblin king. "The rest we will torture! And we will start with the youngest since the lady will be offered to the pale orc. Bring out the Mangler and bone-breaker!"

As some of the goblins went to fetch said torture devices, the goblin king grinned at Veirra. "While we wait and since you hate my singing..." Veirra groaned as the goblin king began singing all over again. She wished she could tune out the 'music' as she looked to the other dwarves some were looking back a bit stunned, namely Balin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili. None of them ever thought that Thorin and her were close, however it surprised her too. They would fight and argue like cats and dogs, then she looked to Thorin who watched her intensely. Was he still angry that she had stood up for Bilbo and argued with him? Whether he was or not it was not anger she saw in his eyes, she couldn't quit place what she saw there. Nor did she have time to, one of the goblin's screamed and threw the sword he was holding down as if burnt by it.

"I know that sword! It is the goblin cleaver!" The goblin king got up on his 'throne' afraid of that blade. "The blade that sliced a thousand necks!"

The goblins had released Thorin and one was whipping him. "Thorin!" Veirra cried out as she struggled against the goblins holding her.

"Slice them! Kill them all!" Veirra struggled more not caring that a goblin was coming towards her to run her through with a crude sword, they had just pinned Thorin down. "Cut off his head!"

"Thorin!" Veirra screamed as she saw one of the goblins raise a crude weapon over Thorin's head. Then something happened that no one expected, a blast of light threw her onto her side stunning her and those around her. Everyone had been knocked to the ground by whatever it was. Veirra blinked a few times as she looked up to see a shadowed figure move towards them. As he came into view her eyes widened, Gandalf!

"Take up arms. Fight!" Veirra rolled to her right towards the pile of weapons and slid Orcrist to Thorin. "Fight!"

Taking up her own short swords she unsheathed them as some Goblins rushed her and she slashed them. Soon the other dwarves rushed over grabbing up their weapons and items. "He wields the foe-hammer!"

Veirra was too busy to see the goblin king rush forward to attack or how he was knocked back into his throne and fell over the side, she only knew he was there one minute and gone the next. Good riddance, as the dwarves carved up goblin after goblin. Then she heard Gandalf, and turned to him. "Follow me! Quickly!"

A goblin stood between her and the others, so in one quick clean move she ran and jumped. Slashing out she knew she hit him as she landed by her companions. As she rose to her feet, the goblin behind her fell. Rushing behind the others she followed and kept Gandalf's grey pointed hat in view. As she cut down goblins as she moved. "Run!" He called out, wanting to simply escape the Goblin town.

It was not because Veirra was slow or anything, but she took responsibility of being last so to hopefully keep track of the rest of the company. So she was last in the group, and only caught glimpses of what the others did up ahead. At one glimpse she saw Dwalin and several others use a long wooden poll to knock groups of goblins off the path. She did not have much time to note too much else as she slashed out with Lum-Tirith at goblins trying to get onto the bridge. The enemies seemed unending and while she could not keep track of all the dwarves and fight they could easily look after themselves.

"Cut the ropes!" She heard Thorin yell, and looked at what he meant. A whole group of Goblins wanted to swing across to them, and cutting the connecting bridge would stop them. Kicking a goblin out of her way she slashed the rope closest as did several other dwarves and the bridge fell towards the goblins intending to swing from ropes at them. However there was no rest in that foul place as the group fought and ran. Again she was last as she found the group crossed a bridge and Dwalin holding it in place with his booted foot. "Come on!"

Veirra did not really think about it as she ran and jumped on the thicker parts of the ladder, but was across it and Dwalin immediately kicked the ladder knocking it below so no one could follow. At one point they ran onto what looked to be a moving draw bridge where Kili cut the rope holding it in place and it moved to the opposite side. "Jump!"

Veirra and several other jumped across as it swung back and goblins tried to jump on. When it swung back toward them the rest jumped. Gloin caught the edge and he almost fell over the side. Reaching out Veirra caught a hold of Gloin's beard. "Not the beard!" He yelled, pulling him forward and to safety.

"Quit complaining!" She yelled as she now followed at the back.

Unfortunately being the last in the group is not always best, for no sooner did the dwarves clear said way more would come. Bombur was now just ahead and running with four goblins all clinging to him. He jumped down hard taking out the bridge ahead and dropped to the one below. He must not of known that she was behind him for Veirra found herself cut off from the main group. Seeing a rope tied to the walk way she stood on she looked up and saw it attached to an above walk way. Rushing forward she slashed out behind her at the goblins giving chase then grabbed hold of the rope and cut it. 'This had better work!' She thought as she rushed off the walkway into open air, the momentum propelling her across the cavern to a walk way opposite of the one the company was on.

Landing she immediately began slashing any Goblins in her way as she ran and took peeks at her companions opposite of her. Finally running just ahead she saw yet another rope tied to the railing of the walkway she ran on. Slashing behind her at a Goblin chasing her, she climbed onto the railing and sliced the rope. She could hear more goblins behind her and so jumped off and swinging across the cavern to the walkways that her companions were on.

As she swung over the walk way ahead of the company, Veirra let go and dropped down onto the walkway. For a second she thought the bridge would break beneath her feet, then released a breathe. "Veirra!" Gandalf called to gain her attention back to the moment. Goblins were rushing her and she pulled Lum-Tirith and began slashing at them. Immediately she began clearing the path as she moved.

Once she had cleared enough of the goblins she stopped and let Gandalf rush past to lead them. "After you." She said as if the feats she had just accomplished were nothing.

Reunited with the group they cut and carved their way along the path, and Veirra again took up the rear to try and keep the group accounted for. At one point she heard a blast up a head, Gandalf broke a bolder from above and had Dwalin and some others rolling it down in front of them to crush the other goblins in front of them. As they rounded the bend the bolder flew off the side, and again the group fought as they ran. It was not until they ran across another long bridge that something burst up sending wood flying. 'Not him again!' Veirra thought as they were soon surrounded on the bridge, some of the dwarves got between her and the goblins putting her by Thorin. "You thought you could escape me?"

The goblin king swung on Gandalf and he backed up to avoid the boned staff swung at him. The dwarves caught the wizard before he could fall back, and as he righted his footing the Goblin king was stupid enough to ask. "What are you going to do now wizard?!"

Gandalf moved forward poking him in the eye with his staff then slashing him across the stomach causing the goblin king to cry out. 'Ask a stupid question, get a bladed answer.' Veirra thought. The goblin king fell to his knees. "That will do it." Gandalf delivered one final slash killing the goblin king. 'At least no one will ever have to hear him sing again.'

Author's Notes:

Not much to mention as far as this chapter goes. Please feel free to review away, and if you have questions on this chapter I will reply in the Author's Notes next chapter.

Thank you.

Lesliezin