Bofur came to the rescue and began to come up with this ridiculous story about how they were supposed to be in Dunland the last Tuesday. The Goblin King grew weary of his blabbering and yelled for him to shut up. The Goblin King called for his torture device to be brought up and for them to start with the youngest, pointing to Ori.
"You lay a grimy hand on these dwarves and I will destroy you, oh great malevolent one," Halien warned.
The Goblin King simply laughed at that and as the goblins began to grab for Ori and the others, Thorin stepped forward, ordering them to wait.
"Well, well, well!" the Goblin King said, surprised to see Thorin. He scoffed at the dwarf king and began to make fun of him for not having his kingdom.
"I suggest that you shut that empty, bottomless pit you call a mouth, lord of the undergrounds," Halien said, glaring at the Goblin King. "You may think you are a king, but the only reason why you are the Goblin King is that you are by far the largest, fattest, most vile, and disgusting of your entire tribe here. You are no king beyond that and you never will be. Thorin led his people to safety after he tried to protect Erebor from the dragon and worked as hard as he could to build them a new home, to work wherever there was work to be had. He has sacrificed everything for his people and would gladly die for them."
"What is your point, little elfling?" the Goblin King asked, getting bored.
"My point is this: while Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain, will sacrifice himself and fall on a sword for his people, you would rather throw your people in front of you to save your own slimy and grotesque skin instead of trying to ensure that your people live on. You will never be as great of a king as Thorin is."
The Goblin King laughed at that. "But he is no king now, is he?"
"He is the king of Erebor and will always be a king, no matter if he has a kingdom or not. He is everything a king should be and even if he never takes back Erebor, I would follow him to my own grave and serve him because he is my king."
Beside her, Thorin looked up at her and smiled softly. While he hoped that her words did not endanger her, he found another reason to love her even more than he already did.
The Goblin King laughed and grinned wickedly as he ordered for the word to be sent to the Pale Orc that he had found his "prize." Everyone's hearts fell when they heard that Azog the Defiler was still alive.
'No, it cannot be….!' Halien heard Thorin say silently. She put a hand on his shoulder. 'Thorin?'
The Goblin King saw a glimmer from her ring as the torchlight flickered off the moonstone. "Ooo, now that's a pretty trinket." He said, pointing to the ring she wore on her left ring finger.
"It was a gift from someone very dear to me." Halien knew that by the way, he was looking at it that he was going to have one of the goblins try to take it from her. "And I can promise you this, Goblin King, if you or your goblins so much as come near me, I will raze this place into the light of day and slaughter every one of you. So, I suggest, your malevolence, that you do not attempt to claim Reva for your own."
The Goblin King shuddered at the sudden coldness that seemed to radiate from the elf maiden and nodded. A wicked smile came upon his face as the torture device finally arrived. He began to sing again, but backed away from the company as one of the goblins began to unsheathe Orcrist and shrieked when he realized what sword was before him.
"I know that sword! It is the Goblin Cleaver! The Biter! The sword that cut a thousand necks!" he cried, then ordered for the goblins to kill the company.
"No!" Halien cried as the goblins lunged at them. She felt a wave of anger burning inside her and summoned her fire magik. The goblins surrounding her were burned into ash and blew away in the musky stench of a breeze that sneaked its way through the caverns. The dwarves all looked at her and watched her body become enveloped by a blue flame once more.
'Halien!' Thorin called to her.
'Thorin, I'm fine.' She replied with a soft smile that was instantly replaced by a horrifying glare as she thrust her fists at the goblins who ran at her. She grabbed one by the throat and glared at the Goblin King. "Call them off!" she ordered, crushing the now crisp body of the goblin into dust.
Thorin called out to her again as a goblin came up behind her and hit her with a club. Halien grunted and fell to her knees, the flames around her dying.
'Thorin….' She called, groggy from the hit. Her vision blurred as she searched for her husband. "Thorin, where are you…?" she barely managed to get out.
Thorin tried to reach her, but through the throng of goblins, he could not, and ended up getting pinned down by some goblins as one of them tried to cut off his head. "Halien!"
Halien could barely hear or see anything at that point and she felt a cold, icy sensation nipping at her body. She felt the familiarity of her healing magik and the familiarity of Lady Galadriel as if the elven queen of Lorien was pulling her magik through to her. Halien focused on her magik and brought it into herself, trying to heal her head.
"Halien?" Bofur said, seeing her begin to glow with a silver light.
Halien felt her pain go away and her vision cleared and she could no longer feel the grogginess of being hit with the club. Standing, she extinguished her flames, then cried out to Thorin as she saw him pinned down by some goblins, one holding a knife. She tried to use some of her wind magik to push aside the goblins and reach her husband, but as she fell on top of his chest, ready to take the knife in her back, white blinding light burst forth from the darkness behind the Goblin King and everyone was knocked onto their backs.
Halien looked up and saw Gandalf standing there. "Mithrandir…"
"Take up arms," he said as he overlooked the large number of bodies clumped together. "Fight."
Halien rolled off of Thorin's chest and grabbed her sword as Gandalf called for them to fight with more force. At his command, Thorin and the others grabbed their weapons and followed Gandalf, cutting and slashing at their enemies as they fought their way out of the caverns.
