They were led into the lair of the Goblin King, the goblin minions throwing down the confiscated weapons. Kili stood firmly in front of Onya, shielding her from view.
'Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?' The goblin king said, eyeing the dwarves. 'Spies? Thieves? Assassins?'
'Dwarves my malevolence.' A minion replied.
'Dwarves?!'
'We found 'em on the front porch.'
'Well don't just stand there! Search them!'
The goblins poked and prodded the dwarves searching them for other weapons and things of value. Kili kept Onya hidden.
'What are you doing in these parts?' He said pausing for a response. 'SPEAK!' he commanded.
No-one replied.
'Very well if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk. Bring up the mangaler, bring up the bone breaker, and start with the youngest.' The goblin king pointed to Ori.
'Wait!' Shouted Thorin, moving his way through the dwarves.
Well well well look who it is, Thorin son of Thrain son of Thraw. King under the mountain. Oh but I'm forgetting you don't have a mountain and you're not a king, which makes you no-body really.' He looked into the group, and smiled.
'Now now, what pretty little prize did you bring for your king?' The goblins crashed through the crown and pulled out Onya, dragging her by her hair to stand in front of the Goblin King, The dwarves fought to keep her from harm, but the goblins were too many. Throwing her into a cage next to the king's throne.
'Well Thorin, I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head, just a head, nothing attached.' The king laughed, spinning the cage round. 'Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours, a pale orc astride a white Warg.'
'Asarg the defiler was destroyed!' Thorin said, looking from Onya to the king. 'He was slain in battle long ago.'
'So you think his defiling days are over do you?' the goblin king laughed. Turning to talk with a messenger goblin. Kili took the opportunity to move toward the cage, slowly, edging closer.
The dwarves were held in a tight bundle by the goblins as the king sung. His devices of torture being carried towards him. He turned to the cage, licking his lips.
'Mmmm just what a goblin king needs is a toy to play with.' He placed a hand inside the cage; Onya kicked and bit him as he held her.
'I know that sword! It is the goblin cleaver!' The king shouted dropping Onya and knocking her out. The goblins began beating and whipping the dwarves.
Onya came around when the cage hit the floor, a bright light fading.
'Take up arms, fight! FIGHT!' Gandalf shouted.
Onya took a fallen sword from the pile and began slashing the goblins, the dwarves got up as well. A battle began a battle of goblins and dwarves.
'Follow me!' Gandalf shouted, slashing at the smelly creatures.
They ran for their lives across a wooden bridge, being chased by the creatures that made Onya's skin crawl. Dwalin moved in front, stopping as a goblin ambush approached them from the other side. He slashed at the ropes that held a long log to the side of the bridge, using it as a battering ram he charged, us barely managing to keep up. Onya screamed as the ground beneath her disappeared, the last thing she remembered being a blow to the head from a falling goblin body.
'Gandalf, you must save her! She cannot be dead!' Thorin's voice sounded distant but getting closer.
Onya's eyes flickered open, the deep blue eyes of Thorin locked with hers making a small smile appear in the corner of her mouth.
'She's awake.' He said standing and giving way to the other dwarves desperate to see her.
Onya sat up, a hand held out helping her stand. Thorin looked everywhere but in her direction.
'Where is Bilbo?' Gandalf said, looking from face to face. 'Where is our hobbit? WHERE IS OUR HOBBIT!'
'Curse the Halfling!' Dwalin shouted.
'I think I saw him slip away…'
'Tell me what happened!' the wizard demanded.
'I'll tell you what happened' Thorin pushed past Onya, moving towards the front of his company. 'Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it! He has thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm harth since first he stepped out of his door.'
'You are wrong Thoin!' Onya shouted, Killi placing a caring arm around her.
'We will not be seeing our hobbit again he is long gone.' Thorin glanced at her momoteraliy before looking around at his men.
'No he isn't.' Bilbo said appearing behind Thorin.
'Bilbo!' Onya said, rushing to his side and embracing him tightly.
'Bilbo Baggins I have never been so pleased to see anyone in my whole life!' Gandalf exclaimed.
The dwarves all except Thorin greeted the Hobbit; Onya broke away and approached her brooding king.
'Thorin.' She said, he turned to look at her, his face strained and filled with something she could not place. They had kissed briefly that much was true; he very obviously regretted that so much so he couldn't look at her.
'It matters; I want to know why he is back!' Thorin said ignoring her and walking back towards the group.
'Look I know you doubt me, I know you always have and your right I often think of bag end. I miss my books, my arm chair and my garden, see that is where I belong, that's home. That is why I came back, you don't have one, a home, it was taken from you, but I will help you take it back if I can. I will with your help, aid Onya to escape the fate which the elves have for her, if we survive to free her from a life decided for her by someone else.' Bilbo looked at her and smiled softly, a tear falling.
Onya's face paled as she looked to the distance. 'Orcs!' she shouted as a howl sounded from the trees ahead.
'Out of the frying pan' Thorin said, pulling his sword.
'And into the fire!' Gandalf finished. 'RUN!'
They ran as fast as they could down through the trees, the Wargs hot on their tails. Thorin grabbed her around the waist just as she came to the edge of the cliff, pulling her back on to him.
'Up into the trees! All of you!' Gandalf shouted. Killi took Onya's hand and helped her up, climbing higher and higher, Thorin stood below waiting for them to reach a safe highet before climbing the tree next to it himself.
Looking down at the scene Onya felt her stomach churn, the Wargs circling below. Above a ledge she saw the pale Orc astride the white Warg the goblin king had spoken of. She looked to her side, Thorin watched, his face contorted with rage at the sight of Asorg.
The Wargs began jumping and snapping at the bottom of the trees, trying to reach the dwarves, Onya clung to Killi, her heart trembling. The pressure and weight of the creatures shaking the trees, creaking at the leant from side to side. The first tree went down crashing into the Onya and KIlli's one, Bilbo thankfully landing on a branch. The weight of the tree and the Wargs forcing their tree to waver, sending it crashing into Thorins and then to the final one teetering on the edge of the cliff. There they hung on for dear life. Gandalf to her side took a pine cone, lighting it with fire from what seemed to be his breath. Onya took a pine cone from the branch and passed to to the wizard. It lighting from the flame of the other one. Gandalf threw down the flame engulfed pine cone, Onya followed suit, the others bgan to throw the balls of fire, creating a wall of flames between them and the greedy wargs.
The relief was short lived as the tree gave way from underneath them, causing them to cling on tighter. Hanging from branches over the edge of the ravine. Onya watched helplessly as Thorin locked eyes with the pale orc, standing as if in slow motion he ignored the shouts and calls from the others. Onya swung up more securely on to the branch, trying to steady herself so she could go after him.
It hit like a crash of thunder, the world around them seemed silent as if life had stopped to watch the bravest dwarf who ever lived charge at his foe. The white Warg landed on the king with such force cause the others to try to scramble to help.
'Nooooooo!' Onya screamed as the orc swung his mace with such force, catching the king in the face knocking him back to the ground. She managed to get a better footing, using all her strength to help Killi up too, picking up her weapon she saw the back of Bilbo running towards the king.
Onya began stumbling towards the scene, she saw the white warg pick up the king in his mouth and throw him further away. An Orc stepped towards the flayling body of the dwarf, raising his sword to cut off his head. In a blur, Bilbo shoved the Orc out of the way, stabbing him as they wrestled. The pale Orc then looked to Bilbo, Onya pulled the sword from her belt, the pace increased a thundering of footsteps behind her as they attacked the warg pack. Onya stabbed and fought her way towards Thorin and Bilbo, the pale orc staring down at her from. Out of nowhere came giant birds, picking up the rcs and throwing them off the edge. A bird flew down and picked them up one by one beginning with Thorin. Onya clung to the feathers, the cool air around her making it hard at first to see. Ahead in the clasp of the lead bird was the body of Thorin, Onya sobbed as his nephews called his name, his lifeless body not moving.
They landed one by one, Onya the first to her feet rushing to Thorins side her tear stained face searching for a sign of life. Gandalf kneeled down beside, hovering his shaking hands over thorins face, muttering words they could not understand. Onya stood and went to Bilbo, putting her arms around him.
'The Halfling?' thorin breathed as he woke, Bilbo gripped onya's arm with relief.
Thorin with the help of his men stood his face stern with anger.
'You!' he began moving towards them. 'What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wind? That you had no place amongst us? I have never been so wrong in all my life.' He said grabbing Bilbo and holding him tightly. 'I'm sorry I doubted you.'
'No, I would have doubted me too, I'm not a hero, I'm not a warrior, or even a burglar.' The birds swooped around; Onya watched them as they flew back to where they had come. Thorin walked towards her, putting a hand on the small of her back. She flinched a little, her eyes closing in relief.
'Is that what I think it is?' Bilbo said looking into the distance. A smile appeared on Thorin's face.
'Erebor, the lonely mountain.' Gandalf said, winking at Onya. ' The last of the great kingdoms of middle Earth.'
'Look, a raven! The birds are returning to the mountain.'
That my boy is a thrush.'
'We'll take it as a sign a good omen.' His hand tightened slightly on her waist, pulling her a little closer to him.
'Your right, I do believe the worst is behind us.' Bilbo added. Onya looked to the side of thorin, Gandalf looked at her his face grave, he did not believe that and neither did she.