Hey, y'all!
So, I'm super excited about this chapter! It follows along the lines of the movie more that some of the other chapters, but I put my own twist on it!
Anyway, if anyone knew about the ecclectic way I write, they would tell you that I do not write in order. I always keep a journal on me to write out scenes as I think of them.
One of my friends once threatened to steal it just so she could see what I have planned.
This was one of the earliest scenes that I wrote,
but it went under some revision as I added Earwen to the story.
Anywho... please review and tell me what you think!
It would make my week!

Love y'all!
~ Rachel

Eärwen sat up to see a crack form in the floor of their cave and glanced up to meet Eraveth's startled gaze just before the floor dropped out from under them. They fell through the hole and Eärwen hit the walls of the tunnel a few times before landing on a small platform with the rest of the company. High-pitched shrieks reached her sensitive ears and she began to pull members of the company to their feet.

Goblins surrounded them and before they knew what was happening they were being herded down a wooden pathway. Eärwen glanced back as she was pushed along with the dwarves and saw Bilbo ducking down. She smiled when she realized that the goblins probably did not see the small creature and she hoped that he would be all right.

As they were pushed along, goblins searched the company for weapons. Both Eraveth and Eärwen felt filthy hands that lingered a little too long on their persons. The pathway widened slightly and led the company before a foul creature that could make in strong-willed person sick. He had a gigantic belly and a chin that reached down to touch the top of it. His body was covered in boils and sores that oozed puss. His skin was splotchy and he reeked of decaying flesh.

The company's weapons were laid before him and the Goblin King squeaked, "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies! Thieves! Assassins!"

A little ugly goblin spoke up then, "Dwarves, your Malevolence."

"Dwarves?" the king bellowed.

"We found them on the front porch," another small goblin informed his king.

"Well, don't just stand there," the king order as he pointed to the company. "Search them, every crack and every crevice!"

Goblins searched the company once again and took everything they could find. One even took poor Oin's ear trumpet and crushed it. Eärwen gasped when a filthy little goblin grabbed her in a sensitive area and she punched him square in the nose. She felt a satisfying crack and watched as the foul creature fell over backwards and two more took its place. She turned her attention to a goblin who was pouring out a sack of silver items which she immediately recognized from Rivendell. The guilty look on Nori's face was enough to explain the silver and she rolled her eyes at the dwarf.

"What are you doing in these parts?" the Goblin King asked after he looked at the silver from Rivendell and recognized it. Several of the dwarves began to mock the king by giving him useless information and Eärwen had to fight to keep from laughing at their antics.

"Shut up!" the king bellowed and everyone took a slight step back. "If they will not talk, we will make them squawk! Bring up the Mangler! Bring up the Bone-Breaker!"

Suddenly the king caught sight of the two females and smiled. "Bring me the females!" the great Goblin King bellowed. Thorin moved to intercede but Eraveth shook her head and motioned for him to stay quiet.

Eraveth fought hard but two goblins managed to pull her away from the group and force her into a kneeling position before the king's throne. She growled ferociously as the goblins held her arms straight out. Her mind worked furiously to try and come up with a solution for her predicament but all she could think about was the pleasure she would get if she could get the chance to cut off the Goblin King's ugly head. The king reached down and with a fat, disgusting finger lifted her face up by her chin.

He chuckled when she spat at him and said, "There's a fire in you. I can understand why they keep you around. You would probably come in very handy on those cold nights."

Eraveth felt the blush creep up her cheeks when she realized what this disgusting creature was insinuating. She felt a fierce fire of hatred and loathing begin to form in her belly and she began to struggle against the goblins that were holding her.

Eärwen also fought furiously against the goblins that held her arms. She was pushed forward and her arms were pulled behind her back. She watched as the Goblin King mocked her friend and tried to break free but stopped short when metal was placed on her wrists with a sickening click. The Goblin King turned his attention to her and pushed some of her hair aside to reveal the curved points of her ears.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here," the filthy goblin said as he pulled on the chain that was connected to the shackles on her wrists. He drew her closer and moved his disgusting hands through her gold-streaked hair. A deep chortle escaped the creature as he said, "News reached my kingdom some time ago when you were found, little nymph. A treasure such as yourself rarely comes into my kingdom. I believe that someone would miss his daughter if he were to learn of her demise. Tell me, how will the Balrog Slayer react when I send the lifeless body of his beloved possession back to him?"

Eärwen mimicked her friend's actions and spat at the horrid creature that was now in control of her chains. The huge goblin pulled the chains hard and caused Eärwen to stumble to her knees. He continued to pull her closer until she was literally touching his giant belly. Eärwen jerked back but stopped when the Goblin King reached out and caught her by the long braid that hung down her back.

He lowered his head to look directly into her eyes and said, "You should have better manners. You should know how to treat royalty with respect. Maybe I shall have to teach you."

Moving with more speed than Eärwen could have imagined for a creature of his size, the Goblin King pulled a knife from his hip and swung it above her head. Eärwen felt the pressure of his grip release from her hair and slumped to the ground. When she looked up again, she saw two feet of her braid hanging from his fat hand. Hair fell in her face as she struggled to her feet. Fire burned in her and she fought to escape her bonds.

"Take them to the dungeons," the Goblin King ordered, motioning first to Eärwen and then to Eraveth. "I believe I'll keep her for entertainment purposes. She may come in handy one day; you never know. And send this to Rivendell," he said as he threw the braid in his hand to a waiting goblin.

As the goblins began to drag the women away, the dwarves began to fight harder to get to them. All at once their protests seemed to go silent when Eraveth freed one of her arms from the goblins and spun toward the king.

"May you burn with dragon-fire!" she bellowed at him.

The Goblin King's eyes lit up with fury. He swiped at her with both hands and picked her up. She tried her best to wiggle out of them, but the more she fought the tighter he squeezed her. Just as it seemed that the king would squeeze the life out of her, a familiar voice broke through.

"Enough!" Thorin yelled at the top of his lungs.

The Goblin king stopped squeezing then and said, "Well, well, well, look who it is, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain; but I forgot, there is no mountain, which makes you nobody, really. I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head."

Eraveth glanced at Thorin and saw his features harden. She knew the rumors that had begun to circulate about the one thing Thorin hated the most in the world. Her fear grew as the king continued. He smiled menacingly before her explained, "A pale orc astride a white warg."

Recognition colored Thorin's features as he said, "That filth died of his wounds long ago!"

"Oh, so you think his defiling days are over," the Goblin king said with a wicked grin. He turned to a goblin by his side and commanded, "Send word to the pale orc that I have his prize and here, send him these too. He'll have better things to do with them."

The Goblin King threw Eraveth into the waiting arms of five goblins. Shouts and cries of protest rose up from the dwarves as ropes were tied around Eraveth and she was carried away along with Eärwen. She shrieked as one of the goblins ran his hands around her form and traced his filthy fingers along her cleavage that had become visible due to the tightness of the ropes that secured her arms to her side. She noticed that Tosur and Kili and Fili saw the goblin handling her and they fought harder against the goblins in order to rescue her. That was the last thing she saw before she was carried around a corner and out of sight.

Eärwen tried to escape her bonds and free her friend but the chains held tight. When she saw the goblin man-handle Eraveth, she threw herself forward and rammed the foul creature. After slamming her foot into the creature's skull another goblin hit her from behind and the world went black.

Eraveth struggled against her captors but to no avail. Eärwen was now being carried as well now that the goblins had knocked her unconscious. One of the goblins seemed to be fed up with her struggling and hit her hard on the head. Just before she lost consciousness as well, Eraveth heard a loud boom and a bright light flashed at the entrance of the tunnel that led to the room where the dwarves were.

So, can anyone guess what is going to happen to our heroines?
I'd love to hear what you think!
Have a blessed day!
:D