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A/n: Remember first chapter when I said it's supposed to be like a blog post, where Aurora might cut in and out of the story. Here you go for that example. If it's large chunks of story that is italicized, she's cutting into the story. Basically, any point that is italicized is her cutting into the story. Like pulling a Kuzco from the Emperor's New Groove. Okay. Hope that explains some of what I'm trying to do. If you have any more questions or if you're confused comment down below and I'll try to better explain for you.
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I DO NOT LIKE THIS. I DO NOT LIKE MUTINY.
WHY COULDN'T WE HAVE STAYED IN RIVENDELL? I UNDERSTAND I PUSHED THE IDEA OUT THERE BUT DO NOT BLAME ME FOR THIS THORIN OAKINSHIELD! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
Sorry for that, just gotta get that off my chest.
So, did you see what the news has been broadcasting nonstop? The destruction of Erebor thanks to an arsonist named Smaug.
Thorin Oakinshield was given a nice little map and key from Gandalf and, thanks to me, now has a fire in his chest to go take back his homeland. Or maybe it was just heartburn? Anyways so we decided to leave Rivendell to head towards Erebor.
I'm going to regret this aren't I?
"Be on your guard; we're about to step over the edge of the wild. Balin, you know these paths; lead on." Thorin told the group as we headed out of the comfort of Rivendell's borders.
Bilbo and I turned back to catch one last glimpse of Rivendell. "Master Baggins, Miss Lorien, I suggest you keep up." Thorin yelled back to us. We turned to him, I fought back the urge to flick him off and continued behind Fili and Kili.
I was leaving Rivendell again, hoping I was making the right choice. "Is everything alright, Ro?" Fili asked as I faked a smile to him. "Oh yeah I'm great." I gave him an approving nod, before walking ahead, placing my headphones in my ears.
Alexa play travel playlist.
Yeah, I am going to skip over our whole long trip. It was not fun. My feet hurt, my back hurts, everything hurts. Don't ever carry a sword when you go hiking.
I will say though the route we took was beautiful. We passed by the Mist Mountains. Traveled under waterfalls and on plains. We eventually began to our trek on the Misty Mountains.
Then it started raining.
It poured on us.
Everything I wore was soaked. My hair stuck against my face as we tried to scale the cliff we were on. The rain was hard, it felt like little pebbles hitting your head all at once. The thunder shook the mountain, its vibrations going through my entire body, shaking me to the point I thought I would shake off the cliffside. I held onto the rock wall as hard as I could, fighting the urge to cover my head with both hands. "Hey! Hold on!" Thorin yelled to everyone as we turned a corner. Bilbo slipped and almost fell, if Dwalin and Bofur hadn't grabbed him in time. He turned white as a sheet as soon as he was pulled back and from then on, he held onto the rock wall for support. "We must find shelter!" Thorin yelled in front of me.
We were moving as well as we could, given our circumstances, until the mountain started moving. Lightening lite up the sky, the silhouette of boulder was coming towards us. "Look out!" Dwalin cried out as we ducked for cover. Except that's kind of hard when you are on a cliff. Thorin pulled me forward with one hand, covering my head and shoulders with his arm as a piece of rock fell past us. "This is no thunderstorm!" Balin shouted from behind me. "It's a thunder battle! Look!" He pointed to the cliffside across the canyon beside us that formed into a rock giant. I felt my jaw drop as I stared at a rock giant tear off a boulder.
This is all factual stuff that happened. No, I am not high or drunk and neither are you reading this. I hope. Does your mother know you do this?
"Well bless me!" Bofur exclaimed, holding onto his hat, "the legends are true! Giants! Storm Giants!" The giant threw his boulder to another giant that had formed behind us, smashing against the rock wall we were on. "Take cover you fool!" Thorin yelled to Bofur who was watching the fight like a beaming child. Someone pulled him back before rubble fell on top of him.
"Hold on!" Someone in the company shouted. I felt us being lifted, we were on the leg of another giant. The ledge chipped narrower as rocks fell. We pushed ourselves up against the rock wall, not knowing that we were about to be separated from half of the company. "We're going to die." I said to myself as I held onto the rocks behind me. The rock giant we were on stood and began to fight.
Rock Giant we're on: 0
Rock Giant we're fighting: 1
The giant we were on, fell back, allowing my side of the company to tumble/run/jump/walk to the nearest pathway before we lost the chance to do it. The other group weren't as lucky. More rocks flew and hit above us. The rock giant fell, losing the battle, against the rock side with half of the company still on its leg. We yelled out to the group, hoping that they weren't all dead. As soon as the rock giant fell, we darted over to where the company was.
Thank Valar they were alive. They were all there, all white as a sheet. "Where's Bilbo? Where's the hobbit?" Bofur yelled, scanning everyone. We heard a cry and looked over the edge. "Bilbo!" he was struggling to keep his grip from falling, but he was failing. Bofur and Ori stuck their hands over the edge, yelling for him to take their hand. Thorin slipped over the edge and grabbed him, pulling Bilbo up. Thorin slipped but luckily Dwalin caught his arm and pulled him up.
"I thought we lost Mr. Baggins," Dwalin said as everyone fell back onto the rocks breathing heavily. "He's been lost ever since he left home," Thorin glared at Bilbo "he should've never come. He has no place amongst us." I stared daggers at Thorin as I helped Bilbo up. His eyes met mine, and he turned quickly, hopefully realizing his mistake. "Don't listen to him," I told Bilbo "I don't belong here either." We followed Dwalin and Thorin into a cave that was right next to us.
Dwalin checked the back of the cave, yelling we were clear. We dropped our bags in different spots. Gloin dropped some firewood down and got himself ready to make a fire to warm everyone up. "Right, then. Let's get a fire started."
"No, no fires. Not in this place." Thorin told him, shaking his head. "Get some sleep. We start a first light." Everyone began to find them little spots to settle down, groaning at the idea of no fire and leaving in a few hours for another hike.
"We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan." Balin said to Thorin. He took his sword off his back. "Plans change. Bofur, take the first watch." Bofur looked up and nodded at Thorin's order. I placed myself next to Bilbo and near Fili and Kili. Bilbo went to bed immediately while Fili, Kili, and me stayed up some.
We talked about all different types of topics. I don't really remember what we talked about; I think I fell asleep while were talking.
"Wake up! Wake up!" That was all I remember hearing before I fell.
We fell down a trapdoor and we were all swallowed in. We slid down what was like a giant slide, twisting and turning, tumbling down to who knows where. We all fell onto a platform, and I landed on top of Thorin. "Look out! Look out!" Someone yelled and were overrun by goblins who grabbed at us and began pulling everyone up and away. "A lass!" One of the goblins yelled who began to cop a feel on me, who I naturally kicked in the groin. A few goblins nearby grabbed my arms as I began kicking and a few more grabbed my legs until they picked me up and practically carried me. I watched the dwarves struggle against the goblins that were surrounding us as we were all carried off.
Remember when I said the trolls were the ugliest thing I had ever seen? Scratch that, its these things.
As we approached their "city", a deafening horn went off, making me cover my ears. The goblins were playing music. Emphasis on playing music. They attempted.
"I feel a song coming on. Clap Snap! The back crack! Grip, grab, punch and nab batter and beat. Make 'em stammer and squeak. Pound, pound. Far underground. Down, down, down, in Goblin-Town." The Great Goblin King began to sing as we neared his throne. The goblins who carried me, threw me down beside Fili who helped me up. It's at times like this when I wish I could not smell or see. When he finished his song, the Goblin King stepped back up onto his throne, squishing his servants underneath his feet as he used them as steps. "Catchy isn't it? It's one of my own compositions." The Goblin King told us.
Do you really want me to answer that?
"That's not a song. It's an abomination!" Balin yelled at the king. The goblins behind us went into an uproar. "Abominations. Mutations. Deviations. That's all you're gonna find down here." The Goblin King said.
What do you wanna bet he doesn't know what those words mean?
The goblins dropped our weapons in front of their king. "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" He demanded, jumping off his throne to sneer at us. "Dwarves, your malevolence," a goblin answered, "we found them on the front porch."
"Dwarves?" The Goblin King asked sarcastically. His eyes looked over the company, sizing everyone up. His eyes stared everyone down and I glared back at him defiantly. His eyes zeroed in on me. "And a human, hmm? Well, don't just stand there. Search them."
Fili and Kili each grabbed my hands and arranged themselves like a barrier around me. The goblins pushed them aside and searched me over, I slapped away their hands threatening them if they touched the wrong body part. After they ripped away the little bit of belongings we had left, they emptied Nori's bag out, tons of Elvish items fell out. A goblin picked up an Elvish candelabra. "It is my belief, your great protuberance, that they are in league with Elves!" He handed the candelabra to the Goblin King who studied it. "'Made in Rivendell'. Ah. Second Age. Couldn't give it away." He tossed the candelabra off the platform.
We all turned to face Nori, all waiting for his explanation. No one looked angrier at him than Dori. "Just a couple of keepsakes." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal. "What are you doing in these parts?" The Goblin King ordered. Thorin began to step up to speak, when Oin pushed him back. "Don't worry, lads. I'll handle this."
"No tricks! I want the truth, warts and all!" The King sat back down in his throne. Oin stepped forward. "You're going to have to speak up. Your boys flattened my trumpet." Oin showed off his flattened trumpet that helped him hear better. The Goblin King stood back up, "I'll flatten more than your trumpet!"
Bofur stepped in front of Oin. "If it's more information you want, I'm the one you should speak to," he waited for the Goblin King to nod before he continued. "We were on the road. Well, it's not so much a road as a path. Actually, it's not even that, come to think of it. More like a track. Anyway, the 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 supposed to be in Dunland last Tuesday."
"Visiting distant relations!" Dori added. Bofur nodded and continued, "some inbreds on me mother's side." I facepalmed myself, thinking that we were all going to die.
"SHUT UP!" The Goblin King yelled out. The goblins cowered in fear. "If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring up the mangler! Bring up the bonebreaker! Start with the youngest!" He pointed to Ori whose face went pale. The goblins began to move. "Wait!" Thorin yelled out and stepped towards the Goblin King.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain," The Goblin King bowed to Thorin sarcastically. "Oh, but I'm forgetting. You don't have a mountain. And you're not a king which makes you nobody really." The two stared at each other. "I know someone who would pay a pretty price for you head. Just a head. Nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A pale Orc, astride a white Warg." The King told us, chuckling.
"Azog the Defiler was destroyed." Thorin said in a low voice, "he was slain in battle long ago."
"So, you think his defiling days are done, do you?" He went over to a small goblin hanging on a rope. "Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I found his prize." He said chuckling. The goblin nodded and disappeared.
I shook my head and stepped over to Thorin. "What if he isn't dead?" I asked. Thorin turned to face me. "He's dead." He told me, before turning back to the Goblin King. I turned to Balin to see if he would say anything. Except he stayed silent, even though he probably knew about Azog's true fate.
"Isn't troublesome to have a human around? Especially a girl?" The Goblin King questioned, making us look up. I bit my lip as I felt the eyes of every goblin stare me down. "What does it matter?" I asked, staring daggers at the Goblin King. "Well, well, well. She's a feisty one. Bring her forward." The dwarves surrounded themselves around me while the goblins tried to claw through their ranks. I dropped down and tried to crawl away, when I noticed Thorin's sword. I quickly grabbed it before the goblins came. They pushed past the dwarves and dragged me forward. "And what does the girl call herself?" The Goblin King asked as soon as I stood in front of him.
I stayed silent.
Yeah, I'm brave. Totally was not fighting the urge to crawl into a ball and cry.
Side note, he smells worse when you get closer.
"Silent? I don't think so." The Goblin King nodded for a goblin to come forward to somehow torture me. I unsheathed the sword. The Goblin King jumped back, practically climbing back up into his throne while the goblins around us went into a frenzy. "I know that sword! It is the Goblin Cleaver! The Biter! The blade that sliced a thousand necks! Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all!" The goblins began to attack the dwarves behind me while none would get to close to me.
"Hey ugly!" I pointed the sword to the Goblin King. "Cut off their heads!" That's when two goblins tackled me and Thorin to the ground and raised a sword over our heads.
Suddenly, a white light enveloped the cave. Pushing back the goblins off the platform and away from us. A man walked forwards, welding a sword and staff. It was Gandalf. "Take up arms," he declared "fight. Fight!" We jumped up and began fighting the goblins around us. I tossed Thorin his sword and grabbed mine and began slashing at goblins. "He wields the Foehammer! The Beater! Bright as daylight!" The Goblin King stood and began to race towards us, Thorin and I slashed at his arm, sending him backwards off the platform. I slide under a few goblins, slashing underneath them, before grabbing another sword and throwing it to Kili who killed the goblin he was fighting.
"Follow me! Quick!" Gandalf yelled at us as he led us away from the goblins. We raced off the platform down into a passageway. The goblins began to chase after us. Dwalin, leading the way, yelled something indistinct and picked up a long stick. Using it as a jousting stick, they tilted goblins, left and right off the platform we were on. We continued, slashing at goblins that tried to get in our way.
IT WAS AWESOME! I LOVE FIGHTING WITH A SWORD!
"Com'on quickly!" Gandalf yelled at us as we jumped on a platform. Gandalf pointed his staff up, making a boulder fall and roll down the path ahead of us, squishing the goblins ahead of us.
Just as we made it to an exit, the Goblin King appeared. "You thought you could escape! What are you going to do now, wizard?" Gandalf slashed at the Goblin King's stomach. "That would do it." He slashed his neck. The Goblin King fell, and our half of the platform broke off.
We fell deeper and deeper until we were finally stopped by two giant rocks and we stayed there, cover in pieces of wood. "Well that could have been worse," Bofur sighed.
Then a crushing weight fell on top of us. The Goblin King. "You've got to be joking!" Dwalin moaned. We attempted to get ourselves out of the wreckage of boards and dead Goblin King.
