So, this is the final chapter! I might add and epilogue from one of the dwarves point of view, but I am still thinking about it. Please tell me what you think I should do! I want to thank everyone who has followed, reviewed, or put this as your favourite, as it is not bad for my first FanFiction! I hoped you liked the story, and please review on what you thought it was like!
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Wolfhawk99
Chapter 11
I lay on top of a rock, between hundreds of bones. My whole body ached from lying here, but I had no intention to move. I couldn't. Down there, in the damp, rancid caves were the dwarves and Bilbo, and I had to help them.
After witnessing the dwarves and Bilbo dropping like rocks down that horrid, gaping hole, i had called Scout, and sent him to Gandalf with a message in his mouth, which I had written with the ink I had in my bag and a feather I picked off the floor.
Gandalf,
Dwarfs and Hobit in BIG trubble. Fel down hole in cave. Goblins down ther! Gonna tri to help them, but you shud hury! Cave is hard to mis, on the Misty Mountens path. Cum soon,
Rhoewia.
It was lucky my Papa had taught me how to write. Okay, maybe I couldn't spell very good, but hopefully it was easy enough to read. All those endless days spent stuck in the one room we had, learning the alphabet had finally paid off! Kind of.
After Scout had gone, I raced along the ledge, and found a small opening, just about big enough for me to squeeze through. It was very claustrophobic, but eventually, I made it. I positioned myself on a ledge overlooking the Goblin King's throne, and prayed that no-one saw, heard or smelt me.
From my perch, I could see everything that was going on. Thousands of Goblins were seated on ledges like mine, in a wide circle around the King. Big, small, ugly and extremely ugly were there, all waiting in anticipation for something. And I had a bad feeling that something was the dwarves.
In the middle of a large platform sat a throne, and on that sat the biggest, fattest and most disgusting creature I had ever seen. Seriously. He was over six feet tall, and had a huge belly on him that made him look pregnant. He had a ginormous chin – well, it was either a chin or a very weird beard – and a crown made of what looked like bones on his head. Not a good look.
At that moment, I heard shouts, and zoned in on one of the bridges that lead to the platform. I sighed in relief, as I spotted all the dwarves, and was thankful that they were still alive. Just… A voice in the back of my head whispered. I saw Thorin at the front, with the rest following him, and almost laughed out loud when I saw they were shouting abuse at the Goblins pushing and shoving them around. A smile formed on my face, but then one more look made my face go solemn. Where was Bilbo?
With a lot of protest, the Goblins eventually got the dwarves' weapons off them, and flung them to the floor. Thorin growled in frustration, which brought a smile to my lips. Same old Thorin, I thought.
As I was so far away, I could not hear what they were saying. What I could tell though, was that it wasn't good.
The next thing I know, a flash of light appears from nowhere, and Gandalf is standing on the opposite side of the vast cave, his arms and staff raised in the air.
"Grab your weapons!" He shouts to the dwarves, but all they do is stare at him.
"GRAB YOUR WEAPONS!" I shout at the top of my voice, scrambling out of the ledge and onto a larger platform. All eyes swivel to me, and then everything erupts.
The dwarves toss their weapons to one another, until each individual is armed to the teeth. As they start fighting the Goblins, I hear footsteps behind me. Turning around, I see a small Goblin, with the sharpest teeth ever.
"SBD," I mutter to myself, "Small but deadly," I reach for my knives on my belt, only to find them on the floor behind the Goblin. He grins evilly, and I realise they must have slipped out when I was lying down.
"Shoot," I mutter, realising my only escape is to jump. Off the ledge. Into the mass of Goblins. All probably trying to kill me. "Hear goes nothing!" I mutter, and take a massive jump of the ledge.
I fall down, down, down, until I crash into a tall Goblin. Luckily for me, he is now dead, and I am alive.
"Thanks!" I grin at the corpse and then dodge swords. I run to Thorin's side.
"I have no weapons!" I shout to him, over the loud screams and shouts.
"Ask Kili!" he replys, and pulls me to the side. A second later, an arrow pierces the air where I had been standing. "Now." He tells me, staring into my eyes.
"I'm on it!" I tell him, and weave my way to Kili who is fighting of three Goblins at once. I slip behind him and grab the knife on his belt. Slipping it out of the sheath, I turn to face three very smelly Goblins.
"Gag!" I say, while cutting one's throat. I turn to the next one, and stab it in the guts. It starts spewing up all over the place.
"Double gag." I mutter, and race of to help the rest of the dwarves. I faintly hear Kili shout thanks, but I am too busy keeping Goblins from slaughtering me.
Over the noise I hear Gandalf's voice. "This way!" he shouts, and the dwarves and I sprint off towards him. We run over an old, rope bridge, and over rotten planks of wood. Around us, towers tumble, and Goblins fall to their deaths. It is quite a cheery sight! I run quickly to catch up with Gandalf.
"What happened to the Goblin King?" I shouted over the noise, my feet pounding to the rhythm of my heart.
"Dead!" Gandalf replied, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "But it is not over yet," he told me, "There are thousands of Goblins in here wanting to kill us for murdering their King!"
"Wow, thanks!" I tell him, "I really wanted to know that!"
We cross yet another rope bridge, and then over a ladder lying on the floor. An arrow whizzes past my face, and I duck just quickly enough to have one whiz over my head. We jump on a platform tower, and Thorin cuts the ropes, causing us all to tumble. Planks of wood fall over us as we lay on the floor, and I quickly scramble out, scared that I would be squashed.
"Well," Bofur says, "It could've been worse!" And at that exact moment, the dead body of the Goblin King crashes on top of them. They all groan, and I try hard not to burst out laughing.
"Quick!" Gandalf cries, "We must hurry!"
As we race towards the maze of tunnels, I see Bombur at the back, struggling to keep up. I am afraid he could get hurt, so I sprint back to him.
"Bombur!" I shout, "Are you alright?" I clasp his sweaty back, and then realise that they must slow down, or something dreadful might happen to Bombur.
"Need… rest…" Bombur gasps and a plan hatches in my mind. I may not make it out, but I cannot let anything happen to him.
The rest of the dwarves shouted from the doorway out into the forest, telling us to hurry up.
"Good luck," I tell Bombur, and he looks at me, confused, as I swerve to the left, and into a clash of Goblins.
"Get out of here!" I shout to the dwarves, and through a slit in the mass of Goblins, I see the dwarves dragging Thorin and Kili out by their arms.
I slice and stab and slash and hack at the Goblins, until a sharp pain hits my chest. I look down to see a sword embedded there, and blood spilling out of the wound. The deep breaths turn into shallow gasps, and black dots cloud my vision. The last thing I hear is Thorin shouting my name, and then I exit Middle Earth.
So, what did you think? The story is finally complete! I am hoping on writing lots more, so please look out for more stories by me! I have had so much fun writing this, and knowing people like reading it makes it even better! Please review and tell me your thoughts!
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