I am just going to change the Goblin Town Scene very slightly. Not too much. I do want to follow the story-line but I also want to add/alter things for my own story. Also, if there is to be a sequel did I mention it will most likely be a OC/Thorin story?

ro781727: I'm glad you like Ginger's training! It's definately the path for her :) I think it suits her better than being a housewife.

Texas Bobcat: Elves will be in the next chapter! I promise!

LadyZee86: I loved their shout fest too! Of all the dwarves I think Dwalin was the one she'd clash with most because, well she's stubborn. Hopefully I can add more humor into the story

Mmeggy999: Thank you! I will try to update as often as possible.

Into the Grim 11

The Goblins poked, jeered, and rammed at the company. Bringing them before their leader. He was revolting to look at with a large tumor looking thing hanging from his face that weighed down his eyelid. Ginger stumbled backwards as Thorin elbowed her behind him, "Do not let them see you. Mahal only knows what they'd do." He hissed, "Oh I know." Ginger muttered bitterly. "The Orcs by the river tried to eat me...raw!" Thorin rolled his eyes, staring down at the small hobbit disbelievingly. "Seriously?" He asked, "What? They did! You don't believe me?" As if being eaten raw was the worst thing that could have happened to her. "Never mind, if you are too young to know of it then it's best if you don't ever know it."

Ginger puffed up her cheeks, "I am not young! I am the same age as Bilbo! Only younger by minutes!" Thorin felt himself sigh again, not believing this was the same girl who had leaped to her death to save his nephew. "Forget I said anything then." Thorin grumbled, tossing Orcrist to the pile of weapons, leaving Ginger being the only one to still bare arms. Nobody other than the dwarves seemed to notice her. Which was fine by them, and Ginger for all she cared. Her fingers grasped the hilt tightly. It was cool and comfortable in her hand, something she had grown accustomed to over time. Before it had felt like a heavy burden, constantly weighing her down. Now it was apart of her, an extension of her arm. Never was Ginger without her blade, something she had learned the hard way when Dwalin randomly attacked her, scolding her for being so careless. She still held the bruises on her legs

'This conversation is not going so well.' Ginger thought mildly. Not liking the Goblin King insulting Thorin. Ginger tipped her blade, the blue hue glimmering beneath it's leather sheath. 'Patience, eager is good, but too eager and you'll end up dead.' Dwalin's voice echoed in her mind. 'Wait for the right moment. Then strike where he least expects it.'

On cue a filthy goblin reached to grab Thorin, forcing Ginger's hand. As she flicked her wrist, her blade sang loudly, plunging deep into Thorin's offender. The goblin writhed like a snake on the ground, black fluid gurgling in his throat. Ginger took the opportunity to cut down another close by. "What are you waiting for!?" She snapped, "I can buy you all the time in the world!" The dwarves hurried, grabbing up their weapons just in time to start hacking and slashing at the recovered goblins.

Ginger's veins pumped adrenaline as she struck down the horrid creatures. All around her was black and slick. But there was so many that as soon as one was killed another replaced him. Eventually she'd grow tired and be overcome. 'We can't keep fighting like this.' Ginger thought, her eyes scanning the giant cave. 'There has to be more than just one way out of here!'

Ginger twirled on her heels, cutting down two more goblins before rushing to Thorin to hack down another. "I will personally thank Dwalin if we make it out of here." Thorin said, a small smile gracing his face. Ginger opened her mouth to speak but both were sent sprawling into the floor, the goblins smashing her face into the floor as Thorin was fighting a goblin to keep his head on his body. "Get off!" Ginger growled, bucking her hips and legs.

As the weight got heavier, and her legs became more weary a blast of light erupted throughout the cave. The goblins that held Ginger were thrown off of her, bringing her aching muscles some relief. "Take up arms, fight!" Gandalf appeared from the shadows, staring around the room. Relieved to find his friends still alive. "Fight!" He commanded, rushing into to slay some goblins.

Everything that happened next was a blur. They ran, stabbed, slashed, and bashed. The rickety, sorry excuse for a wood bridge groaned at the weight of so many, threatening to collapse at any minute. 'Why do you worry so? You know that nobody dies here.' Erulissë said calmly, her skeptical thoughts shining through Ginger's mind. 'What are you talking about!?' Ginger thought frantically, trying to not lose her group. 'Thorin Oakenshield and his nephews are destined to fall at the Lonely Mountain. And you are destined to watch them fall..' Erulissë said again, as if this was casual information. Which to Ginger, it certainly wasn't. 'The dream...so it's true? They're going to die?' Erulissë nodded, long ago her body was lost and she no longer felt emotion or need. And while the essence of time was something she knew and calculated well, emotion was foreign to her. 'Of course it is true hafling. I do not idly show things that need not be shown.'

Ginger glanced back over her shoulder as they finally escaped the tunnels. Fili and Kili grinning happily at each other. She remembered Fili's words about returning to his mother safely so that she could always have her sons. It was a noble and just dream. 'Why show me? Why tell me at all?' Ginger demanded, for three lives now heavily donned her shoulders. 'You vowed to save them.' Erulissë replied simply, not elaborating more. 'I grant that which people wish to know.'

'I don't want to know they're going to die!' Ginger snapped angrily. 'That which has happened had not truly happened. It can be changed. But tread carefully hobbit for the changing of an event can weigh good or bad.' Erulissë receded back into the depth of Ginger's mind. Leaving her thoughts more clouded and jumbled than before.

The Pale Orc was vile and humongous. Ginger could not believe that Thorin had fought this beast before. Clinging to the tree, while trying to hoist Fili up with her legs Ginger watched Thorin storm over to the Orc, blinded by rage and foolishly walking into the Orc's taunt. It was an unfair match. Azog who rode a Warg and Thorin who walked. Azog being at a huge advantage nearly wiped Thorin's face clean off with his mace, knocking him backwards.

Ginger nearly died when she saw Bilbo running to save the fallen King. She could not bare to lose her brother, not after discovering his safe return. 'He dies not.' Erulissë drawled, looking bored.

Relief washed over her and she dropped into the safe talons of an eagle. The eagle also held Thorin whose hand dangled lifelessly, one which Ginger took gently to hold. While Thorin was stern leader with not much to say, he was also noble and kind. A man who fought with honor and led his people diligently, Ginger could not bare to see him gone so soon. Her eyes dropped slowly, exhausted from all that happened, feeling the unwanted dream enveloping her.