Hello guys! I'm back with an early update, but I have my reasons... sadly. I hope you all are doing splendid though!
We received a call yesterday from a home nursing aid and it turns out my grandparents are popping pills, and it's to the point of overdosing. The nurse attempted to help sort out the dosage of pills and such but my grandmother cussed her out and told her to leave... so I'm taking a trip up to NC on Sunday *scratches back of head awkwardly* I was planning to update on Sunday, but I could possibly squeeze in a chapter on Saturday if possible! I will try, though! No one reviewed on the updated version, but thanks to the people who informed me of the slight coding mishap! You are my format buddies :) Thank you littlenori, Maddell, jaejoong1, Ulquiorra9900, jewelofthedawn, and pandoradreamsamazing for following the fanfic! You guys are everything to me! :) I would also like to thank littlenori, Maddell, and jaejoong1 for favoriting! You guys are really amazing! Well, here's the unexpected chapter. Oh, by the way, I apologize if it looked bleh and rushed, I won't have any time this week to post so I had to do it now.
We trekked through the cold and harsh Misty Mountains in search of the dwarves and one small hobbit.
"Care to explain your little game at the feast just the other night?" Gandalf questions as he glances over to me.
"You already know, so don't even ask." I shiver, and look around as the rain pours down on us and the wind strikes through us like sheets of ice. Why did Gandalf insist on trekking through the mountains? It could have been far worse, but this was brutal. All of the sudden, a wave of darkness and danger had washed over me and I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword.
"Indeed, but-" Gandalf paused and stopped at the lower back entrance to the dark and cold Misty Mountains.
"Gandalf?" I ask, raising a brow.
"We're here, follow me and keep quiet. Do not roam off under any, and I mean ANY circumstances." Gandalf orders, and I nod to him. He enters slowly and I follow the outline of his poor, soaked hat. I try to As we're walking, I lose sight of the hat. Oh, dear.
"Gandalf?"
I continue walking until I reach what would be the center of the mountain, and throne room. I remember Gandalf warned me of wandering off but he already did, so we're equal right? Goblins surround a large, horrid creature, and listens in as he speaks with a group of people. I hop from a walkway to a rope hanging over the goblins and hold on tight as the Great Goblin speaks.
"Oh, but I'm forgetting, 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." Thorin looks up in surprise and disbelief. He captured the dwarves… no. I have to do something.
"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago." Thorin protests, stepping forward.
"So you think his defiling days are done, do you?" The Great Goblin leans forward in his throne and I take this as my chance.
"They'll be done once I finish him!" I shout, letting go of the rope and landing on my feet in front of the dwarves. The dwarves gasp in shock and I glare up at the Goblin King.
"Maia, what a pleasant surprise… what brings you here to the Misty Mountains?" The Great Goblin raises a brow.
"I've come to claim what is mine, and avenge my sisters." I growl, and I notice the goblins stepping closer out of the corner of my eye.
"What is it that is yours to claim? Besides, your sisters are dead and there is nothing for you here." The Great Goblin smirked as a tall, bulky goblin quickly approached. I whipped out my bow and loaded it with a arrow from the quiver that hung from my back.
"I dare you to lay a hand on me!" I shouted, tears welling in my eyes. The goblin stopped, and I trembled in anger and fear.
"I'm sure Azog would quite like that…" The Great Goblin smirked, and I lowered my bow in disbelief.
"No…" I shook my head, and began blinking away the tears. How could he know what happened? Azog had caught me once, and I vowed that to be the last.
"Yes, there is a pretty price on your head, along with that dwarf bastard over there," The Great Goblin turns to a small goblin and smirks, "Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize… and another." The Great Goblin returns his gaze to me, and anger burns inside me like fires in the dwarven forges.
"You filthy bastard!" I shout, shaking with anger. The fear had subsided, and I was beyond the point of anger.
"Get her." The Great Goblin orders and before I could lift my bow to fight, one of the dwarves were pulling me back: Thorin. Thorin, Fili and Kili surrounded me, and protected me with nothing but their bodies.
I was stuck in a tight circle formed by Thorin, Fili and Kili. I don't understand why these three felt such a need to protect me. I'm an Assassin, I can protect myself.
"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 and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin-town." Grinnah, one of the goblins, is examining the weapons the dwarves brought with them. He picks up Thorin's sword, Orcrist, and slides it a few inches out of its sheath. Recognizing the sword, he gasps in horror and throws down the sword. It lands in view of all the goblins. Recognizing it, the goblins howl in fear and rage as they retreat from it; the Great Goblin runs rapidly to his throne, trampling many goblins on his way. He speaks loudly, pointing at the sword.
"I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks." The Great Goblin howls in fear and I look to Thorin as the goblins approach with whips.
"Maia." He whispers.
Grinnah drags me from the crowd and ties me up while the rest of the Goblins begin whipping the dwarves with ropes and leaping upon them, biting and slashing. A goblin grabs a rusty knife, similar to the one used ages ago when the goblins- nevermind…
"Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off her head!" Goblins hold Thorin down, and force him to watch as the goblin holds the cold, rusty knife to my throat. I gulp, but I refuse to show fear. I close my eyes and prepare to let out my final breath. Suddenly, there is a massive explosion of bright light; the sound goes muted as a shock-wave rips through the area, flinging goblins in the air and destroying the torturing machines. Everyone is knocked down, including the Great Goblin. I'm forced forward, and the rope burns my wrist. I growl in pain, and grind my teeth to hold in the thousand curses I was ready to unleash. When the force of the explosion has passed, most of the lights in the area have been snuffed out; in the background, a shadow with a tall pointy hat walks up. It is Gandalf, holding his staff and his sword, Glamdring. Light slowly returns to the area as the goblins and the dwarves slowly look up, recovering from the shock. They all stare at Gandalf.
Take up arms. Fight. Fight!" The dwarves quickly get up and begin fighting the goblins. Fili and Kili run toward me and untie me as quickly as possible as their Uncle protects us from the approaching goblins.
"He wields the Foe-Hammer, the Beater, bright as daylight!" The Great Goblin cries out in fear. Some of the dwarves reach their pile of weapons and begin tossing the weapons to each other; they use their weapons to defeat the goblins around them. Oin manages to reclaim his hearing trumpet, although it has been quite flattened. Nori, while fighting, lands on the floor; the Great Goblin runs at him and swings his mace. I'm finally set free and I see the Great Goblin approaching Thorin and preparing to strike. I jump forward and deflect the Great Goblin's blow, causing the Great Goblin to stumble backward and fall off the edge of his platform, falling to the depths below. The rest of the dwarves and Gandalf continue to fight.
"Follow me. Quick! Run!" Cutting down the goblins around them, the dwarves and Gandalf run along a pathway leading away from the throne room. I speed up to Gandalf, and glare up at the damned wizard with one question lingering on my mind.
"Where were you?!"
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