Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Hobbit, only my OC's.

I got the script for the Hobbit from document/d/1WSLu9yYZZk55wi4PgZ904qC2eaHMw-e3jhpGjN GWJMs/edit?hl=en&forcehl=1

Chapter 11

I was jerked awake at the sound of strange machinery and Thorin moving. We both see cracks form in the sand on the floor of the cave.

"Wake up. Wake up."

But before anyone could react, the floor of the cave collapses downward; we slide through a tunnel, and land in a giant wooden cage. As we struggle to get up, a horde of goblins attack us, taking our weapons and dragging us away. I look up to see all the dwarves being pushed ahead.

I felt a hand grab my arm and turned to punch it, to see the goblin fall off the walk way. I looked at the other goblins, daring them to touch me again.

We were brought in front of a giant goblin. 'Goblin Town,' I thought to myself, remember the stories I heard of this place. Are weapons are piled together. The Great Goblin jumps off his throne, trampling several goblins, and approaches us.

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

"Dwarves, Your Malevolence."

"Dwarves?"

"We found them on the front porch."

"Well, don't just stand there; search them! Every crack, every crevice."

The goblins rushed the dwarves, as they pushed me more into the middle, so I couldn't be reached.

"What are you doing in these parts? Speak!"

None of us respond.

"Well then, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest," He points at Ori.

"And the women," as he looked my way.

Before I could say anything about it, Thorin spoke up. "Wait," as he stepped forward.

"Well, well well, look who it is. Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain." The Great Goblin bow exaggeratedly. "Oh, but I'm forgotten, you don't have a mountain. And you're not a king. Which makes you nobody, really. I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg."

"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago."

"So you think his defiling days are done, do you?" He laughs, and then turns to a tiny goblin.

"Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize."

Time Skip

The Great Goblin was singing and dancing now.

"Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung. You will lie down here never be found, down in the deep of Goblin-town."

Then we hear him and other goblins yelling.

"I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks.

Thorin pulls me to him as he protects me from the whips and the goblins attacking us. "Slash them! Beat them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!"

I was pushed from Thorin as a goblin held him to the ground as one of them held out his knife preparing to behead Thorin.

Suddenly there was a massive explosion of bright light; flinging goblins in the air and destroying the torturing machines. I look up to see a shadow with a pointy hat walk up. As light returns we see that it was Gandalf.

"Take up arms. Fight. Fight!"

We all get up and start fighting the goblins.

"Arien!" I hear as I turn to see Thorin before he tosses my sword and bow. I quickly pull my bow around me before cutting down a few goblins.

Everyone was getting their weapons back. Thorin draws Orcrist and deflects the Great Goblins blow, causing him to stumble backwards and fall off the edge of the platform.

"Follow me. Quick! Run!" Gandalf says as we all follow him.

Ship a little ahead. (I don't feel like explaining their escape)

After Gandalf kills the Great Goblin, the bridge we were standing on begins to shake; it then breaks away and starts sliding down the side of the cavern. It finally lands at the base of the cavern, breaking apart and burying the dwarves. I landed beside Gandalf who helped me up. I turned around to inspect the rest.

"Well that could have been worse." Bofur said.

Suddenly the corpse of the Great Goblin lands on the wreckage, squishing them more.

I wince in pain, glade I wasn't in there with them.

"You got to be joking," Dwalin says.

I move forward to help them out.

"Gandalf!" Kili yells. I look up to see goblins running down the walls.

"There's too many! We can't fight them."

"Only one thing will save us; daylight!" I pulled Thorin up as we rushed out of the cavern.

After making it outside we stop to take a breather. Gandalf was doing a head count. "Where's Bilbo? Where is our Hobbit? Where is our Hobbit?"

"Curse the Halfling! Now he's lost?"

"I thought he was with your Dori!"

"Don't blame me!"

"Well, where did you last see him?"

"I think I saw him slip away, when they first collared us."

"What happened exactly? Tell me!"

Thorin steps forward and speaks up. "I'll tell you what happened. Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it! He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door! We will not be seeing our Hobbit again. He is long gone."

I looked at Dwalin and Balin.

"No, he isn't"

We all look up in shock and relief.

"Bilbo Baggins! I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life!"

"Bilbo, we'd given you up."

"How on earth did you get past the Goblins?!"

"How indeed."

Bilbo gives a nervous laugh and puts his hands on his hips. I notice him place something in his pocket.

"Well, what does it matter? He's back!" Gandalf says. He must have seen it too.

"It matters! I want to know: why did you come back?"

"Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you're right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my book. And my armchair. And my garden. See, that's where I belong. That's home. And that's why I came back."

There was a small pause as Bilbo looked at all the dwarves. "Cause you don't have on. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take if back if I can."

There was a silence that fell over the dwarves as they think about what Bilbo said. But it was broken by howls. "Out of the frying pan..." Thorin says.

"...and into the fire! Run! RUN!"

We start running down the mountain side, only to reach an outcropping with a few trees.

"Up into the trees, all of you! Come on climb! Bilbo, Climb!"

We all begin climbing the trees. I share a tree with Thorin as we see the main body of Wargs and Warg riders approach. What we see leaves Thorin and I in shock.

"Azog?!"

"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?" (Do you smell it? The scent of fear?) "Ganzilig-i unarug obed nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob." (I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain.)

Thorin looks stricken with pain and grief. "It cannot be."

"Kod, Toragid biriz." (That one is mine.) "Worori-da!" (Kill the others!)

At his command, the Wargs leap forward and try to climb the trees. They jump as high as they can, scrabbling at the tree trunks and breaking apart branches in their jaws in their efforts. The trees shake violently as the assault, and we struggle to hold on.

With the weight of the Wargs climbing it, the furthest tree from the edge of the cliff, which Bilbo and several other dwarves are in, get uprooted from the ground and begin leaning wildly. As more Wargs grab onto it, the tree tips over and lands on the next tree; the dwarves and Bilbo jump from the falling tree to the next.

However, this tree as well tips over; like dominoes, all the trees begin falling over. All the dwarves, Bilbo, Gandalf and I manage to jump onto the last tree, on the very edge of the cliff. This three doesn't fall over. Azog laughs. Looking around in desperation, Gandalf spies a pinecone. He grabs is and uses his staff to set the pinecone on fire; he then throws it down amid the Wargs, who retreat in fear of the fire. Gandalf likes two more pinecones and throws one down to Fili.

"Fili!"

Fili catches the pinecone. Bilbo and the other gather pinecones and Gandalf gets them on fire; we then throw the flaming pinecones like missiles at the Wargs. All the area around the tree gets set on fire, forcing the Wargs to retreat a distance. At least one Wargs gallops away with its fur alight. Azog roars in anger and frustration as we cheer. Suddenly, our cheers turn into cries of fear as the roots of the tree we are in starts to give way; the tree tips precariously over the edge of the cliff, but comes to a rest sticking straight out away from the edge of the cliff. Gandalf looks down and see the ground far, far below. We all try to hold on as we get flung around.

I look up as I see Thorin pull himself up. I try to pull myself up as he walks down the trunk. "Thorin!" I yell his name and almost slip.

Thorin runs through the burning ground at Azog and his White Warg. I see Azog spread his arms wide with a smug grin on his face, as Thorin brings up his sword and oaken branch shield. Azog crouches, and then roars as his Warg leaps at Thorin. Thorin tries to swing his sword, but the Warg hits him in the chest with its forepaw, smashing Thorin to the ground. We all look on in shock. I started having flashbacks.

I watch as Thorin gets back on his feet only to get smashed in the face by Azog's mace, brutally flinging him to the ground again.

"Noooo!" I yell, still trying to pull myself up.

The White Warg clamps its jaws around Thorin, and I watch in shock as the Warg throws Thorin several feet away onto a flat rock nearby.

Thorin lands heavily, his sword falling out of his hands. Seeing him like this kept being me back to that day.

Before I realized, I was being picked up by a Giant Eagle and dropped on another. I looked around, and saw they were picking up the others.

I must have passed out for a little while, for I was woken when the Eagle landed. I slipped off it's back as I looked over to where the others Eagle places Thorin. I fell back a few paces and fell on my back side.

Thorin's P.O.V

"The Halfling?" I asked Gandalf, after gaining consciousness.

"It's alright. Bilbo is here. He's quite safe."

Dwalin and Kili help him up. However, once on his feet, he shrugs them off and approaches Bilbo.

"You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did i not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?" He said as he advances closer. "I've never been so wrong in all my life!"

As he grabs Bilbo and embraces him deeply.

"I am sorry I doubted you."

"No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero or a warrior...not even a burglar."

The other laugh as Thorin looks over the group. "Where's Arien?"

The others look around until Kili looks behind the group. "Uncle!"

Thorin makes his way through the group to see his wife, sitting on the ground staring into space.

"Arien!" Thorin said as he rushes to her side and cupped her face. He could hear the other behind him.

"What wrong with her. Is she alright?" Bilbo asked.

"She's in shock." Thorin said, before he started softly calling her name.

"Why though."

"She was probably remembering the Fell Winter." Balin said.

"What is that?"

"That is a tale for another time." Gandalf said. "Thorin I might be able to help."
As they had been talking, he was thinking to himself. "No, I might know what could bring her back."

Thorin placed his forehead on hers and looked into her unblinking eyes. And said words he did not think he would ever speak. "Nanwen nin." He said softly. "Nanwen nin." He said a little louder as he watched her eyes begin to blink.

Back to Arien's P.O.V

After jumping off the Eagle all I remember was darkness. And seeing Thorin's body in the snow turned red from his blood. I could see him there, with everyone else around him, all dead. But then I could hear a voice. I couldn't make out what it was saying. I turned around until I could see my own body not far from Thorin. I started walking towards it, but was stopped by an unknown force. And then I heard it.

"Nanwen nin," it said, on a voice I knew. Then I heard it again only louder. "Nanwen nin."

Everything around me turned black again. The snow, bodies and blood disappearing. Then the light slowly started to return, I blinked my eyes a few times and started to notice the forms in front of me. The first thing I notice where two concerned blue eyes of my husband.

I felt tears form in my eyes. I gasped out his name "Thorin!" I cried out as I threw my arms around him.

He stood us up, me still clinging to him. I could hear the other sigh in relief. Thorin pulled me close to him as he could, while I buried my face into his chest. I could hear the others move away from us.

"I'm alright." Thorin whispered to me as I continued to cry.

Then we hear Bilbo say something. "Is that what I think it is?"

I felt Thorin move to look at what the others had spotted.

"Erebor – The Lonely Mountain. The last of the great Kingdoms of Middle-earth," Gandalf says.

"Our home," I hear Thorin say. " Arien, look." I look up and clear the tears from my eyes as I look too. I look up as we hear a bird cheep and fly by.

"A raven! The birds are returning to the mountain." Oin said.

"That, my dear Oin, is a thrush."

"But we'll take it as a sign – a good omen," Thorin says as he pulls me closer to his side.

"You're right. I do believe that worst is behind us," Bilbo says.

'I sure hope so,' I think to myself.

End