BALROG IN EREBOR!

Thorin paled before leaping to his feet and helped his One up and turned to Dis

"Sister! You take the women, children, and anyone who is expecting a child and get them out of Erebor! Take them into Dale and tell Bard that we have a Balrog inside the mountain, and tell him that if he has to drag the priss here by his hair to help, so be it! Also, see if there is some way to summon Gandalf! Any magic that might weaken it will be welcome! That fire demon can't be under the skies but let's not risk its influence spreading!" Thorin barked and somehow managed to gently push Bilbo towards Dis as did Fili to Ori so she could lead them away, but Bilbo was frozen.

No

This could not be happening!

A balrog?!

HERE?!

Not again...there was a Balrog in Moria not here! There couldn't be!

"I want every available warrior at my disposal!" Thorin kept on as his voice drew Drarrows like moths to bright light and who quickly grabbed whatever weapons they could find and Sting was quickly shoved into Bilbo's hand and a kiss pressed to his forehead by Thorin.

"Here my One, go with the others into Dale, we all will join you later, I promise," Thorin said softly not really believing himself that he could survive a balrog attack, but he had to have at least some hope that there would be little casualty that night.

Both Ori and Bilbo were shoved out with the crowds being pulled along by Dis who only let go of their hands once they had reached outside, roars echoed though the hallways as the monster looked for fresh blood.

"Quickly now everyone! We can not afford to let their sacrifice be in vain!" Dis commanded, showing she had just as much presence as her brother over a crowd as everyone rushed even faster across the trails.

Soft sobs came from the two who were still behind her, the cries of those who knew that loss was in their future.

Dis bit back her own whimpers, she would not allow them to see her weakness, not now when they needed her to be a pillar for them, her niece or nephew, not to mention her little grandchild would need her to lead their Amad's to safety, so that at least a part of her brother and sons could continue on living in the world.

She had been so close to losing them during the battle of the five armies, she never wanted to know that pain and feeling of helplessness again...

But here she was, once more leading others away from their loved ones who had been condemned to die by some cruel force.

She would not break

Her mask would just gain some more cracks

Every instinct screamed at Bilbo to turn back, to help Thorin, he could tell Ori had the same feeling screaming at him, but as much as they wanted to go help their beloved's they had others to worry about, their babies and their people would need them if no one did make it out of the mountain.

"Bard and the tr-the elf king will help us right? No one will...will...die right?" Ori stuttered, he did not want to believe that he was going to lose his One, not when they had been so happy, not to mention only months away from welcoming their child, this could not be how it ended!

"We..we have to trust they will make it out and that at the worst, we will just have to find a new place to go," Bilbo said, already he was becoming tired, but it was not from his pregnancy, he knew that the Shire was lost in this world, he had lost his first home, much how the dwarves had lost Erebor once before, now they might lose it again, it was too much.

But before they could try and comfort themselves further

The ground fell out from under them

"Uncle, where do you think it went to?" Kili asked, he was holding his bow ready to fire it at the slightest hint of a balrog, but they had not seen even a hint of it, not even the smell of smoke or the feel of a fire demon's presence in the air, it was strange.

"I hear large footsteps in the throne room" Thorin whispered, Orcrist was clutched in his hands, if this was to be his final moments, he would take that thing with him and make sure his people did not lose their home again!

"On my signal, we attack it with all we have," Thorin said to the large group behind him who all nodded and readied their own weapons.

"One..."

"Two"

"Three..."

"ATTACK!"

They thrust open the large doors to see something they did not expect

One of the largest mountain trolls they had ever seen was scratching itself with Thror's crown! But the shock did not last long as the dwarves attacked the unwanted guest and the troll was not even a sweat for almost a hundred dwarf men to deal with.

Soon the monster fell and landed with a gross splat on the floor and it's stench quickly assaulted everyone's noses as seven of their party tried to drag the troll outside to dispose of it and it's stink.

"I do not understand uncle" Fili started looking around, half expecting a balrog to pop out of the wall, but nothing happened "what kind of idiot mistakes a mountain troll for a balrog?"

Thorin's face was blank for a moment before it twisted into anger as he relized what had just happened.

"Someone who wants to separate us from our Ones!" Thorin ran for the gates, feeling like a complete fool and hoping that nothing had happened yet.

"Mister Bilbo are you alright!?" Ori cried as he tried to help Bilbo up

"Yes, yes, now hush, do not pull on my arm please, it hurts! Let me rest a moment" Bilbo said gently pulling his arm free from the scribes grip and rubbed his now throbbing back and bum from where he had slid down the hillside, thankfully neither of them had smashed into any trees or rocks, but the ride down had been a huge fright and now both of them were sore, even more exhausted and in great need of a warm bath.

"Think we can make it into Dale from here?" Ori asked rubbing bump to try and calm the rapidly kicking dwarrow baby, no doubt as scared as its parent was.

Bilbo took note that his child was only mildly moving, which worried him a good bit.

"Ah! There you are highnesses! Gave us all a fright" Came a voice from beside them and they turned to see Roki come out from the trees, he had a few weapons strapped to his person as did three other dwarves who came out from behind him.

"Is the battle over already?" Ori asked hopefully

"Not yet I'm afraid, but the king told us to help you all into the city and we luckily saw your fall and came to find you, now let's go before something else happens," Roki said slowly approaching the pregnant ones who still were sitting on the ground.

Bilbo did not like this at all

"O-oh I don't think I can move...I am feeling very poorly, I think my baby might be trying to come!" Bilbo said trying to sound as frantic as he could, he was in fact, not in labor, but something about this situation did not feel right to him and he did not want to go anywhere with that group of dwarves!

"You are giving birth now?" Roki asked slowly stopping his approach and Bilbo was glad Ori had chosen to kneel next to him instead of going forward.

"I think so..." Bilbo said giving what he hoped was a convincing bit of acting as he let out a pained noise and clutched his bump curling in on himself, he hated having to scare Ori with his act, but it was unavoidable.

Then Roki smirked and drew his blades

"Well, suppose that's a good thing, will save me the trouble of cutting you both open!"

Yep Roki is a fucked up piece of shit!

And the expecting fathers are NOT going to be a happy camper when he finds out the plans of this jackass!

What do you think Thorin and Fili should do to him? All for hearing all the horrid SAW-esqe punishments you want to toil out!

And as always if you have any thoughts, questions, ideas for this or a future story let me know in the comments, I read every one I get and love getting them