The f-bomb is dropped in this chapter, just so you know.

'Oh, well this was a bloody brilliant idea!' I screeched, holding desperately onto the rocky wall. 'Seriously, guys, top notch thinking. I've always dreamed of walking along a tiny path on the side of a mountain in the middle of a freakin' hurricane-!'

'Will you be quiet?' snapped Dwalin from further along the line of Dwarves.

'No!' I bit back. I can now see that I was being obnoxious and rude. They were all in the beating rain, witnessing the claps of thunder and the flashes of lightening too. I was just simply terrified of falling down the steep and dangerous side of the mountain, though too proud to admit this fact to them.

'Bilbo-!' I yelped, suddenly panicking at the sight of the Hobbit falling forwards. The other Dwarves who were near him quickly grabbed the back of his coat, yanking him back to the 'safety' of the path. In the process of worry, my boots slipped lightly on the uneven, wet flooring. It wasn't a large fall, not nearly enough like the truly amazing swan dives that I had done so far, but Kili still grabbed my arm and righted me.

'We must find shelter!' roared Thorin from the head of the group, his mass of dark hair soaking wet. The others looked at him, shivering and shaking in agreement. Bilbo looked to have gone into shock at his near death experience.

Through soaking wet clothing and wet hands, I held onto the arm that Kili had grabbed me with. He looked briefly at me, and for a second I looked at him, letting him know how freakin' scared I was.

'Look out!' shouted Dwalin. For a split second, I hadn't any idea what he was shouting about, but my heart stuttered all the same. Then I saw it. I saw the large, huge rock flying at the mountain side above us, and I felt Kili and Fili push me firmly against the wall from either side of me.

The rock broke against the mountain side, sending large and small pieces of boulder flying down upon us. The Dwarves shouted, shielding themselves with their weapons and their hands.

I closed my eyes tightly, gasping loudly as the whole world shook with the tremor. I was sure I was going to fall, that I was going to die. Sometimes, I would have nightmares about falling, but it was nothing compared to this fear. I was, at that moment, positive that I was going to plummet to my death. 'What the fuck was that?' I bellowed, gripping tightly onto one of the Dwarves - I'm still not sure whether it was Kili, or Fili, or both.

'That is not a storm!' said Balin, looking up. 'It is a thunder battle, look!'

I had been halfway through saying, 'I don't know what that is, man', but then I saw it. It was like...a giant made of the stone of the mountain, pulling itself away from the rock. 'Oh my God,' I yelled against the wind and the rain. 'It's a bloody Transformer, oh my God'.

'Bless me,' said Bofur, standing awkwardly forward. 'The legends are true. Giants, Stone Giants!;

'This,' I said, paling. 'Is the weirdest thing I have ever seen...it's picking up a rock. It's picking- it's throwing the rock- there's another one!' And there had been. From the right of us, further along our own mountain side, a Stone Giant - as Bofur had called them - was slowly pulling itself forward, having, apparently, been attacked by the other Stone Giant.

'They're fighting,' I'd muttered in realization.

'By the wall!' ordered Thorin, and we all quickly did as told, pressing ourselves firmly against the wall once again. Fili and Kili shared a long look over my head, and I didn't have it in me to say anything to ruin their stare.

With the world rumbling and falling apart around me, the ground beneath my feet began to split.

I scream, loudly. Kili pushed me away from the growing crack, shouting, 'Fili!' His brother caught me and grabbed me by the forearms, pushed me safely behind himself. Fili yelled for Kili, and I caught the words, 'take my hand!' in my shock.

He'd saved me, yet again.

When I looked back, my hair whipping widely around my face, Kili was moving further away from us on what looked like a Stone Giants knees. He stared, scared, at his older brother, and then his eyes flashed to mine, and my stomach dropped with dread.

The group had been separated in half.

My stomach heaved as we began to move with the Giant, also standing on a Stone Giants bloody leg. This was worse than the trolls, worse than the Wargs and worse than even the Orcs. I held my bag tightly to me as it swung outward with the force of the moving giant. I wasn't sure what had happened to the others, nor what was happening to everyone else around me. I was only aware of grabbing tightly onto Fili's hand, and pressing my other against the wet, rocky wall behind me. Or Giant, rather.

There was a great jolt, and I'd thought that maybe the Giant we were 'riding' had begun to battle another. I didn't see, not with my eyes closed. That is what it had been doing though, in case you're wondering.

My fingers were numb with cold, though I had been sure that they were cut and bleeding my this point. Fili pressed my hand that he held tightly against the wall, covering it with his own. He let out a shout as the world was propelled forward yet again, and I was not entirely sure whether I screamed myself. Bilbo stood beside me, and I also knew that Ori, Bombur, Bofur and Dwalin were tagging along for the ride.

The wind whooshed past so suddenly that I snapped my eyes open, watching as we were turned heavily around, the wind and the rain splatting into our face was almost too much to bare. I had been sure that I was going to fall forward any second, but my muscles strained to keep me pressed against the wall. I think, that had in not been for Fili keeping me in place, I would have fallen.

Quite suddenly the others flashed into view, standing on a ledge opposite us. I spied them out, but my vision was too blurred with panic and rain. I saw Thorin, Gloin and, lastly, Kili, but then everything went so fast that my scream turned into a gag.

The knee of the Giant surged forward as it took a lazy, badly aimed hit from the other Stone Giant. I'd held tightly onto the wall and onto Fili, knowing that this could be it, as the opposite wall approached and I thought of my family, my friends and dark eyes.

But I didn't die. Obviously.

The knee of the Giant hit the wall, but from our place on the ledge, we were only propelled forward, though quite painfully. Fili was wrenched out of my grasp, and I, oddly, landed straight on top of Bombur, who caught me around the waist to stop me from slipping down the side of the mountain. I'd stayed frozen, too scared to move in case we were on another Stone Giant.

'No!' I heard Thorin shout, and almost fainted with relief. 'Fili!'

The others burst into our pile of bodies, all sighing and gasping with relief. 'They're alive!' shouted Dori. 'They're alive!'

'And kicking,' I'd murmured, shaking heavily. In case you're wondering, I had still been lying on the heaving Bombur by this point. He was warm, and I couldn't quite bring myself to even attempt to move.

Fili's arm was on my shoulder before the others had fully reached us. 'Millie?' he'd asked.

I'd looked at Bombur, tears springing to my eyes hysterically. 'You caught me!' I had wailed, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. The large Dwarf went pink despite the cold. 'And you!' I said, far too emotional. 'You made sure I didn't fall,' I sobbed, scrambling to my feet, grabbing Fili's collar and pulling him into a tight hug. He was, though, pulled from my embrace as Thorin took him into his own.

'Damn it all, boy,' he said, hugging his nephew tightly. I saw Kili approach too, yanking his brother away and hugging him tightly, no words spoken at all.

I, somehow, found myself falling onto my butt. I stayed there for a second, until Kili crouched heavily in front of me, splattered with rain, his hair sticking to his face. 'I couldn't find you just then,' he said deeply, looking wildly into my face. 'I thought you'd fallen,' he said, and then pulled me into a strong hug. I wrapped my arms around him immediately, chocking on a half-sob, half-laugh.

He pulled back and looked at me, his lovely eyes really just looking. 'You're shaking,' he'd observed, and then he'd moved forward a little, and I did the same, my fingers curling into his raised hood, and his grasping my shoulder.

'Where's Bilbo?' said Bofur, anxiously and loudly.

The moment was broken and Kili pulled away, pulling me to his feet with him. I was too cold, tired and shaking to blush or worry over it. 'There!' sad one Dwarf, and most of them started forward, trying desperately to reach the Hobbit.

Thorin pushed them aside, swung himself over the edge and pulled the Hobbit onto safe land, only resulting in him himself slipping against the rocky edge. The others quickly yanked him to safety too, though the look on the King's face was of anger and bitterness.

They crawled onto the rocky floor, heaving. 'I thought we'd lost out burglar,' said Dwalin, and Bilbo looked at him, too scared to even reply.

'He's been lost ever since he left home. He should never have come,' Thorin spat out, climbing to his feet. At the hurt, broken look on Bilbo's face, I wrenched myself away from Kili.

'Will you leave him alone,' I snapped at Thorin, who turned to face me. Kili's hand tentatively traveled to my elbow, but I shook him off, hardly caring if I made a fool out of myself. 'It's not his bloody fault if Stone freakin' Giants knocked him off of a mountain, is it? No!'

'Listen here, girl. You do not talk to me in that manner-'

'Because you're a King?' I'd asked, ignoring the sure feeling of dizziness, shakiness and shock that was enveloping me. 'Well you're not my King! I'm barely even a bloody Dwarf myself'. I'd stumbled back at his angry start forward, only to feel the harsh whoosh of blood roaring through my ears, the queasiness in my stomach and then a, 'I- I think I'm gonna-'

I was saved from looking even more like a mad fool, because I then fainted, quite promptly.

I blinked awake.

Then I remembered.

'Oh, shit,' I muttered, clumsily sitting up. I was lying in, what looked like, a cave. Around me, the other Dwarves were quietly talking and rifling through their things. My head pounded, and I gripped it tightly.

'You might want to go right ahead and faint again,' said Fili quietly, who sat beside me, looking through his pack. Kili sat to the left of me, back pressed against the cave wall. I looked away from him, remembering his face close to mine, and the fact that I had verbally abused his Uncle. 'Thorin wasn't impressed with your speech'.

I squinted at them, rubbing away the heaviness of my eyes. 'I'm not exactly impressed with myself either. I sounded like a mad woman,' I'd muttered angrily. I was still wet, and still aching quite a bit. 'I can't believe I fainted, that's so pansy. Anyway, how long have I been out, and where are we?' Those the were the two obvious questions.

Kili stared pointedly at me, and I felt myself heat up under his gaze. 'Fifteen minutes, maybe. You were in shock. You can blame that on the Giants,' his mouth twisted into a crude smile. 'And we're in a cave that we found in the mountain, we needed somewhere to dry off and right ourselves. These mountain shelters are dangerous though. We'll be leaving soon enough'.

I swallowed tightly, aware of the other Dwarves around me, slowly shifting into their sleeping positions. Bilbo stood awkwardly amidst it all. I caught his eye, and he sent me a stare that said everything. Thank you. 'Is everyone pissed at me?' I asked Fili, turning away from the Hobbit after a short smile. 'I didn't mean what I said, I was just angry and, I don't know, hormonal-'

'Please,' said Fili, holding up a hand. He grimaced, and his braided mustache twitched. 'We believe you'. He shut is pack and twisted onto his back, putting his hands behind his head.

I smiled shrewdly. 'Sorry. Is everyone going to sleep now? You guys usually smoke some pipes and eat before you wade off into sleep-'

'It's not safe around these mountains,' Kili muttered, and I looked at him. Fili gave a sudden snort, indicating his quick submission into sleep. 'We won't want to stay here long. We'll also need to find Gandalf somehow'.

Aware of how quiet the cave had grown, I whispered, 'are you going to sleep, or are you on watch?'

He shook his head, still leaning against the cave wall. 'Bofur's on watch,' he'd explained. 'You and Fili,' he paused and swallowed. 'You almost died today'. I didn't say anything, frozen in my position. 'The next chance that we get, I'll train you more,' he said quickly, sliding onto the hard ground. I was going to say that Stone Giants had nothing to do with sword play, but swallowed my words.

'Kili,' I whispered, very quietly. I'd been awkward and embarrassed, but immensely cold and wet. 'Can I, you know...sleep next to you?' I realized that

A pause.

I was still sitting up, watch his turned back when he said, '...Yes'.

I shuffled over to him, half considering spooning his back and half considering just laying next to him like a plank. Thankfully, he put a stop to my dilemma and turned awkwardly to face me, aware of Fili's feet sticking into his legs, and Nori's head close to his own. I was far too concerned with finally reaching heat, that I barely thought of touching him as anything other than survival.

'You're warm,' I murmured into his wet chest. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of his dampness and mine combined, he was still something heated to burrow into, face first. His hand jumped back, surprised at how quickly and intimately I had dove into him. I muttered a, 'Bloody hell', and pulled away from him, grabbed his arm and tucked it around my waist. 'If you don't hug me, it's probable that I'll die of hypothermia,' I whispered factually to him.

'If it means the two of you would shut up,' said Dwalin, from amidst the Dwarves. 'Then bloody do as she says, boy'.

There was a muttered agreement from the others.

I blushed heavily into Kili's chest, while hearing a rumble of laughter emit from it. I remember thinking that I could get used to this. His smell surrounding me, his hand on me, his chin pressed lightly against my forehead.

It was a pretty alright. Yeah.

With those last thoughts lingering in my throbbing head, I had slipped into a sleep with worries of whether Thorin would ever consider me part of the group, whether the Stone Giants would be having a bitch fight tomorrow, and whether or not Kili tasted as he good as he smelt. And I'm not even ashamed to admit that the thought had crossed my mind.

I was nineteen, what do you expect?

I had dreamed, in that short sleep, of absent, unimportant things that really have no relevance to this tale at all. I was awoken though to Bilbo snapping 'quietly' - notice the apostrophes -, '-You're Dwarves. You're used t-to this life. To living on the road. Not settling in one place. Not belonging anywhere'. My mind was still half asleep at this point, though the fact that people were arguing registered slowly in my mind.

After a few moments of trying to decipher what Bilbo was saying, I gave up and pulled away from Kili's chest. I was closer to him, and his hand had traveled up in his sleep to rest higher up my back. He was peaceful in sleep, his face less hard. 'Kili,' I muttered, drawing a hand away from between us to poke his cheek. Groggily, I whispered once again, 'Kili. Bitches be arguing over there-'

Then quite suddenly, the ground beneath us began to groan.

My poking turned into a solid slap. 'Kili,' I said loudly, at the exact same time Thorin whispered, 'wake up!'

Kili's eyes snapped open, met mine, and then - there was nothing in between - we were falling. Orange blurred, things banged, I slid against something, then free fell once again.

'What. The. Hell?!'

The Dwarves and the Hobbit all shouted around me at every angle. We were spinning, head first, then toes first. Then we were landing, quiet heavily, in what looked like a giant wicker basket.

I landed on top of Bombur and peered into his startled face. 'We have to stop meeting like this,' I told him. I sat up quickly at the sound of screeching and hard footsteps. I then saw them. 'Oh my God - a pack of Dobby's!' I had wailed, scrambling over the large, red haired man and directly onto Kili. My knee dug into his stomach, and he gasped loudly. 'Sorry!'

Then, we were being yanked back, all of us. The 'Dobby's' hands and fingernails dug into my arms, passing me along like I was a bloody, I don't know, bong. 'Quit being so rough!' I snapped, too shocked to even be shocked. 'My God - poor hospitality much?'

'Millie!' said Kili, as I was pushed past him. From then, I lost all sight of him. Dwalin was pushed into my vision instead, and I solidly held onto his gaze, hoping that I was going where he was.

The Dobby's faces were at every angle. Ugly, marred and Orc-like, their high, whiny voices blared out a language that I did not understand as they passed us along their ranks. 'Oh my God you guys smell so bad,' I moaned and ducked my head as one swung a sword that looked oddly like a human hand at my face. 'Ugh!'

They continued to push us through the cavernous place, their grabby hands touching me at every opportunity. I ducked my head after thinking about what those hands could do if they knew I was a woman. I lost sight of the Dwarves after that, but I could hear them around me, fighting back, as they should. I swiftly kicked the Dobby in front of me, and it yelped, stumbling.

I had kind of expected that harsh punch that hit me in my cheek.

'You hit like a girl,' I snorted, while Gloin growled out profanities in Dwarven, having seen the, er, exchange. It was nothing I couldn't take. Punches and kicks I could live with, it was if they started pulling out the weapons that I would get a little jelly-legged.

They continued to push us along, in a group, until we reach a great - and I mean freakin' massive - dome of a room, swarming with thousands of Dobby's, all dotted around the walls, the floors, the ceiling. 'Well, the shit has one and truly hit the fan this time, guys,' I observed, staring around at the fires that were, supposedly, held by the Dobby's.

We were pushed into a group once again, surrounded by the Goblins. Kili was beside me and his brother in a second, pushing me behind him and murmuring something to Fili. The eldest nodded, staring up at something that I couldn't see. Even among the Dwarves, I was still quite short. I looked past Kili, whose hand snaked around to hold me in place. Despite this, I saw it.

'Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?'

I hid quickly behind Kili once again, but only to hide my alarmed and startled laugh. The...thing. It was huge, massive and so, so ugly. From what I could gather from a brief glance, it appeared that its chin was pregnant.

'Spies? Thieves?' Big Dobby's voice grew louder as he carried on speaking, his accusations becoming worse. 'Assassins?'

One of the particularly ugly Dobby's spoke up then, telling Big Dobby - who, in fact, was the Goblin King, and the 'Dobby's' his Goblins. I will start referring to them as such - that we were (quite bloody obviously) Dwarves.

'Dwarves?' asked the Goblin King, looking surprised in his ugliness.

'We found them on the front porch,' said the Goblin.

'Well don't just stand there, search them!'

The Goblins were, once again, touching me again, but much more vigorously this time. Heavily, they pushed Kili away from me, and began searching him too. They tore off my cloak, allowing themselves a closer look at what weapons I hid beneath it. 'Oh, look,' I said loudly. 'A sword? Well gee-whiz, I guess you're gonna take that, aren't you?'

They snarled at me, their boil covered hands and foul smell striking my bravery for a second. Kili bit out a, 'Don't touch her,' but I merely looked at him, showing a small smile.

A Goblin reached in, taking my bag. Another turned all grabby-hands, trying to grab my sword, but stumbled back with a yowl upon touching it.

'Oops,' I cackled.

The Goblin King leaned forward at that, his large, bloodshot eyes spying me out. 'What are you weeping at?' he asked the Goblin, who cradled his burnt hand. 'Take the the Dwarf's sword!'

'I cannot, my King,' said the Goblin, and I shrunk back at the Goblin King's interested, hard gaze. Kili's stood a little more in front of me, looking quite fearful himself. 'It burnt me'.

The Goblin King paused, then smiled maliciously. 'Aglos,' he had grunted through the yellow toothed smile. 'The sword that runs hot when taken by those it does not belong to. How did that fall into the hands of a Dwarf...a she-dwarf at that!' he cackled, leaning forward even further in his 'throne'. 'Oh, my little Goblin's, we have a lady in our midst!'

The Goblin's shrieked, and Kili's hand found my wrist, his grip tight. All of his - and the others - weapons were gone. Only mine remained, and I could not fight away so many.

The Goblin King grunted something in an unknown language, and suddenly a small Goblin was pushing toward Kili, holding a sharpened, wooden stick to his throat. Kili growled out a Dwarven swear word, his grip on me slackening and falling away.

The other Dwarves shouted out words, pushing around each other. Fili let out a shout of anger, trying to reach his brother.

'What're you doing?' I'd asked, alarmed. I tried elbowing the Goblin out of the way, but Gloin pulled me back. 'Stop it!' I said desperately, watching as Kili fought away from the attack.

'Hand over your sword then,' replied the Goblin King, enjoying the show before him. I did not hesitate. Snowthorn was clattering to the ground within a second, and the Goblin's clambered to find it. 'Get the Bone Breaker! Break their bones, and start with the youngest!' he yelled out into the sea Goblins, and they all cheered along (and my startled, 'you ugly bastard!' came along too), until Thorin stepped forward with a, 'Wait!'

The Goblin pulled away from Kili, and Fili pulled his brother back in worry, while I scrambled desperately for any part of him that my hand could reach. In the end, it was the end of his cloak.

The entire company, and the Goblins, fell silent as Thorin pushed his way to the front of the group. 'Well, well, well,' said the Goblin King, and his chin jiggled. I pulled a face, repulsed. 'Look who it is,' it carried on, looking at Thorin with wide eyes as he stood at the front of our group. 'Thorin, Son of Thráin, Son of Thrór - King Under the Mountain!' The Goblin King had done a 'funny' little bow. 'Oh, but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain!'

'And you're not a King, which makes you nobody, really…' it carried on.

And then, the return of the Mouthy Millie. 'Oppose to being an over-sized potato who shoves a crown onto his head and claims to be a King'. In all honestly, all I was thinking about in that moment was my interrupted sleep, the Goblin that had held a knife to Kili's throat, and how angry this ugly Goblin's face was making me.

'You,' growled the Goblin King angrily to me. 'Will be the first to try the Bone Breaker'.

Kili found my hand, the one that still clutched his cloak, and squeezed it tightly. Stop it, it said. He'll kill you. I listened, and settled with staring angrily at the Goblin King, while he continued to taunt Thorin.'I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head'.

Huh? Oh..the..the- Uh. The White Goblin? No! The Pale Goblin!

'Just the head, nothing attached…perhaps you know of whom I speak'. The Goblin King carried on talking, proud of his little show of power, while the smaller Goblin's snickered. 'An old enemy of yours. The Pale Orc, astride a white Warg'.

The Pale Orc! That's it!

Wait.

Thorin held his chin higher, staring straight ahead at the Goblin king. 'Azog the Defiler was destroyed,' he said loudly. Yeah, that's what I thought. The hell is Mr Potato Head on about? 'He was slain in battle long ago!' Yeah, that's like super awkward. Didn't the Orc kill Thorin's dad? No wonder the guy's so bitter all the time. First his whole home gets fried by a dragon, then his dad gets beheaded. Must suck.

'So you think his defiling days are done, do you?' The Goblin King looked far too happy and gleeful, knowing something that Thorin did not. Power-hungry dick. He turned to a creepy little Goblin, who began writing what the 'King' said. 'Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize!' The creepy little Goblin Shit muttered a little squeaky thing, and then swung away from us.

Thorin stared angrily at the Goblin King, who retreated back into his throne and watched the group of Dwarves. The other Goblins waited around them, making sure that we did not run.

Slowly, I had reached forward, touching Thorin's shoulder. 'Thorin?' I asked quietly, wondering if he was okay. I knew when to be a loud-mouthed moron, and when to not be one. This was one of the times that level-headed Millie came out to play. The King snapped out of his trance, turning swiftly around. I stepped back into Kili's chest, startled, but grew instantly uncomfortable upon realizing Thorin's eyes darted down to mine and Kili's linked hands.

I pulled away quickly, though still stayed close to the Dwarf.

Thorin caught the eyes of Dwalin, who said lowly, 'What do we do?' The King had spied out where the weapons were. I had seen them too, seen Snowthorn, but knew that they were too far to get. Thorin shook his head.

'Millie,' said Kili, his voice close to my ear. 'If this is it-'

'No,' I muttered, turning awkwardly to face him. 'Don't say anything that you wouldn't normally say. You know, if we weren't about to be killed by a radioactive potato'.

Kili stared down into my hazel eyes, and nodded.

'Soon,' said The Goblin King. 'The Pale Orc will join us. Not only will he meet The King Under the Mountain once again, but he will meet his thirteen Dwarven companions! And as for the girly,' he stretched the vile hole in his face into a smile. 'Well, I'm sure we can think of a thing or two to do with her,' he suggested, his 'chin' waggling as he lent forward.

My stomach heaved at the meaning behind the sentence. I felt Kili's hand find my hip, keeping me firmly pressed against him. Thank God for him, for all of them, was all I could think, too scared at what was to come.

'They won't touch you lass,' insisted Gloin, from behind Kili. 'We won't let the beast lay a finger on you'.

I could only manage a quiet, 'Thank you', repulsed at the idea of these boil infested, moldy creatures touching my skin. And they would wait until each and every one of my friends was dead before they started on me. I began to slowly bite at my fingernails.

The Goblin King had began to sing, and with his singing came the voices of the other Goblins. The 'King' had climbed to his feet, and was swaying from foot to foot, clapping along to the tune that they had created. I'd simply glowered at him and the other Goblins as they sung of our oncoming deaths. They then began to pile us forward.

Forward to the approaching Bone Breaker machine...thing.

'Kili,' I'd said, forgetting my earlier words to him. 'Kili-'

'No,' he bit back. In the ruckus, his rough hands found my shoulders, and he said, 'I will get you out of here. They will never touch you'. I really saw him then, with the Goblins pushing and their King singing, but at that moment, something broke out among them and they screamed, pushing us even harder.

'I know that sword!' The Goblin King was pointing madly at a sword that had clattered onto the floor from our pile of stolen weapons. He retreated heavily into his throne, curling in upon himself. 'It is the Goblin Cleaver!'

I'd stepped further back. 'This is awkward'.

Then all hell broke loose.

The Goblin started freaking out, screaming and shouting as Thorin ran forward, punching and kicking at the Goblins. 'Will you-' I'd started angrily, as a Goblin was pushed into my side. 'Go away!'

And then I'd punched it in the face. A Goblin. I'd punched it. In the Face.

The Goblin King wailed about the sword, expressing his deepest woes about its presence. The Goblins all rugby tackled Thorin to the ground, holding him in place. Kili and Fili roared in outrage and started for their Uncle. Dwalin and Balin held them back, while also trying to fight off the Goblin's that appeared at every moment, screeching and wailing.

Another Goblin appeared into my vision, but was quickly booted away by Dori. We were whipped at, bitten, but none of us, not even me, stopped fighting against the army of Goblins.

I wasn't sure what was happening to Thorin, but quite suddenly, the world exploded into light, whiteness and the screams of Goblins. I'd slipped onto the floor with the sudden force of wind, too startled to even try to grab onto anything.

Upon looking up, I saw the silhouette, the robes and the beard.

'...Jesus?' I'd muttered, squinting my eyes to find the mans face. 'Gandalf!' I'd cried, once his face was revealed. He stood above us, holding his staff and his sword. He looked so damn majestic.

'Take up arms,' the wizard ordered. 'Fight, fight!' His voice grew with the order.

The Dwarves and the Goblins erupted into shouts after that, as my companions began looking wildly for our pile of weapons.

'Lass!' shouted Dwalin, and, like old times, the bald Dwarf threw me my sword and I caught it, halfway to my feet. I'd wondered if it had burnt him, knowing that Dwalin would not show such pain on his rugged face. 'Jab and swing!' he ordered, sliding his sword into the belly of a scrambling Goblin.

I swallowed away the bile, holding the cool metal of Snowthorn in trembling my hands.

'Jab and swing,' I had muttered. I remembered how Kili had taught me to block, how he had taught me to swing and to attack. 'Jab and swing,' I muttered again. 'Swing and block'. My voice shook as I crouched with Snowthorn in my hands, being knocked and pushed by the fight around me.

A Goblin stood behind Thorin. Snarling, waiting to attack the ignorant King, who fought another enemy, not knowing of the creature behind him.

'Jab and swing,' I muttered again, stumbling to my feet and madly jabbing my sword into the Goblin's back my eyes shut tight against the horror if it all. Admittedly attacking with my eyes shut probably wasn't the best idea, but it was instinct. When I opened my eyes, the Goblin stumbled to the ground with a gurgle of black blood.

I wrenched my sword back, biting back a startled sob.

Thorin met my eyes and nodded in thanks, looking as surprised as I felt. He then cut out his sword quickly, catching the blade that swung far too close my head. The attacking Goblin blade swung close to my cheek, cutting it both there, and on my ear. I yelped at the sudden sting, jumping away and allowing Thorin to take over the fight. My heart hammered in my chest, my adrenaline pumping as I dodged and ducked, thinking of my bloody blade and the Goblin I had killed.

My mouth tasted of bitter bile.

The blood tickled my cheek, though I hadn't though that there was not a lot of it. Gandalf's voice rung out above the slowly dying Goblins. 'Follow me!' he ordered, looking far more like a warrior than I would have ever have guessed he could be. 'Quickly!'

Still holding my dirtied blade, I'd ran forward with the rest of them, wondering how things could get any worse.

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