Big thanks to RoorenSan for favouriting.

Rachetg – I guess Thorin over-reacted but he was always going to be angry when this came out. But poor poor Kili though!

Nice Egan – I wanted some Mithiel time to be honest. But things aren't going to get much better for Fira in this chapter.

The Terrors of Goblin Town

As she fell Fira's scream was caught up among the cries of the others. The person who had grabbed her hand wrapped an arm around her body – pulling her against him. As Kili's lips brushed against her forehead Fira had no time to react. One minute they were falling and the next her back brushed against rocks and stones. Kili gripped her tightly until finally the air had stopped passing by her face and she landed on top of something soft. Coughing weakly Fira realised the thing she had landed on was Kili's bruised and battered body. His arm were wrapped tightly around her even when she nudged him.

"Kili. Kili it's fine. You can let go."

He opened his mouth when the groans coming from the others drew Fira's attention. Licking her lips she realised they were now far underground. A huge rickety bridge was somehow supporting the weight of the entire company and Fira could feel her hands start to shake as she saw hundreds of small figures running towards them.

"What are they?" She whispered. Kili kissed her knuckles.

"Goblins."

Before she could answer this Fira watched as Kili pushed her hair back before pulling her hood up and hurriedly doing up her coat. His hands couldn't stop shaking and as she heard the cries of the goblins Fira wasn't surprised.

"For the love of Durin, don't let them realise you're a girl," he pleaded, "If they do..?"

He didn't need to finish. Fira nodded and turned just as the goblins reached them. She watched as Mithiel was the first to be grabbed and she saw the elf had also pulled her hood up. One by one the company members were dragged off and Fira watched as Fili tackled a goblin who had just stuck Mithiel round the face. She tightened her grip on Kili out of instinct as two goblins lunged at them.

"Move!"

Fira clung to Kili who tightened his own grip, but it was no use. Another goblin came and wrenched her away from him. Lashing out Fira punched the goblin in the face before several others forced her to the ground.

"Take your filthy hands off her!"

She could hear Kili's voice but he seemed to be miles away. As she was forced to her feet Fira knew fighting was pointless. Each of her arms was being held by a goblin and another one was digging a knife into her neck. Licking her lips she narrowed her eyes as a small figure being crawling back the way they had come. Bilbo flashed her a worried stare before she was hauled away. Fira shook her head – now wasn't the time to worry about Bilbo. As long as he was free then they had a chance.

"What's the noise?" Dwalin yelled. Fira's own ears screamed as the harsh sound of metallic scrapping could be heard. As she and the others were marched along the wooden bridges her mind boggled at the sheer number of goblins. Kili was just in front of her and she wanted to run to him and hold him. Fira glanced up to see the rest of the company being herded onto a small wooden platform at the end of the bridge. As she joined them the goblins holding her let go and she found herself next to Kili who stood near the front. He reached for her hand but Fira tucked it inside her sleeve – she didn't deserve his protection anymore. She gulped as she saw a huge throne made from bones at the very end of the platform. Sitting on it was no doubt the biggest goblin she would ever see. It's chin covered half of their bloated stomach and warts and boils decorated their face. A crown of bones sat on their bold head. As she was grabbed and pulled at by the goblins Fira forced herself to remain still as each and every weapons was taken from her. Her pack was pulled off and chucked in the pile. She caught sight of a flash of silver and realised that the goblin had hold of her hair clasp. Fira grabbed for it but the goblin took her wrists and twisted it until tears came to her eyes.

"I said," Kili delivered a fierce punch to the goblin who fell back in shock, "take your filthy hands off her!"

Fira said nothing as he quickly took the clasp from the unconscious creature and tucked it into her trouser pocket. He forced a smile onto his face.

"We'll be fine. I promise."

Fira sighed before glancing back at the goblin king who leered down at the company.

"Abominations, mutations, deviations… That's all you'll find down here," the goblin king smirked. Stepping down on a small pile of goblins that sat by his throne the king glared at the dwarves,

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"

"Dwarves your malevolence," one goblin cackled. He then grabbed Mithiel and dragged her forward. At this the dwarves closest tried to pull her back and Fira watched as two goblins grabbed Fili and forced him to his knees. As Mithiel's hood was pulled down the Goblin king smiled.

"A she elf! And such a pretty one as well!"

Mithiel said nothing and the king nodded.

"Chain her and put her over there."

Fili's shouting got more and more violent as Mithiel's hands were manacled and she was dragged over to the other side of the platform. Fira forced herself to keep breathing whilst doing whatever she could not to look at the goblin king.

The Goblin king glared at the silent dwarves before cracking a sick smile,

"Well don't just stand there. Search them!"

Fira was suddenly ripped away from Kili by two goblins. As she looked around she saw the others were receiving the same treatment whilst the king barked out orders,

"Every crack! Every crevice!"

The dwarves own personal possessions were thrown onto the weapons pile. Oin's ear trumpet was thrown to the floor where a goblins foot flattened it. A large clatter came from Nori, who was looking sheepishly at the silverware that had been pulled from his pockets,

"Just a couple of keepsakes," he shrugged. The goblin king picked up a silver candelabra,

"Made in Rivendell," he sneered before tossing it aside, "Second age…couldn't give it away."

Once the king was sure that his prisoners were clean he snapped his fingers and the goblins slowly retreated.

"What are you doing in these parts?" The king leered over the cluster of dwarves. None of them seemed inclined to answer and instead they fixed both the king and the goblins with harsh looks.

"Speak!" the king roared. Out of the corner of her eye Fira saw Thorin move forward. However, Oin pushed him back and stepped out to face the huge goblin,

"Don't worry lads. I'll handle this," Oin smiled at the company.

"No tricks," the goblin kings warned and Oin frowned slightly,

"Ye're going to have to speak up. Ye boys flattened my ear trumpet," he waved the wrecked ear trumpet in his hand and the king chocked on a laugh,

"I'll flatten more than your trumpet," he barked and the dwarves looked at each other worriedly. Clearing his throat Bofur stepped forward,

"If it's more information you want then I'm the one you should speak to,"

Oin stepped back as the goblin king loomed over Bofur.

"We were on a road…well it's not really a road as a path. Actually, come to think of it…it's more like a track. Anyway, we're on this road, like a path, like a track and then we weren't,"

Fira gave a small gulp at the dwarf's recklessness. The king rolled his eyes as Bofur carried on rambling,

"Which is a problem because we're supposed to be on Duneland last Tuesday," he nodded as Dori piped up behind him,

"Visiting distant relations,"

As the rest of the company began to nod and shout out in agreement Fira's eyes fell on the pile of belongings taken from them. As her eyes fell on the key to Erebor her heart stopped. They had to get that back – nothing else mattered; not even their weapons. But the pile was right in front of the goblin king and any move near it would be seen instantly. Licking her lips Fira caught sight of Nori a few feet away. As the king carried on with his threats and jeers she slipped past Gloin and Dori to stand by the ginger dwarf who eyed her darkly.

"What do you want?"

"The key," Fira hissed as loudly as she dared, "If I distract them do you think you could get it?"

Nori gave her a stiff nod, "Of course. But how do I know you won't just run and leave us, treacherous bitch!"

His words stung Fira and she forced herself to ignore them. She didn't have time to debate this.

"Whatever you think of me know that I love Kili with all my heart. I would never abandon any of you down here and I certainly would never abandon him. I know you won't but just trust me."

Not letting Nori answer she slipped towards the front before turning round and nodding at him. Taking a deep breath Fira spied a small gap where no goblins were standing on guard. Thankfully she wasn't looking at Kili else she'd never make it.

"3…2…1."

With a loud cry she broke free and ran as fast as her legs dared. She knew she would only have seconds until the goblins caught her. Sure enough there was a sudden pain shooting through her back and she fell to the ground. Another blow hit her in the back of her knees, rendering them almost senseless. As she was grabbed Fira tried to fight for as long as possible – anything to give Nori more time. However the goblin holding the stick struck her across the face with it and she fell limp in their arms. They dragged her back with triumphant smiles.

"Running away were we?" the king crooned. Fira risked a glance at Nori who gave her a weak smile. As he slipped the key into his pocket Fira relaxed before facing the huge goblin king.

"Being tortured isn't really my scene?"

He grabbed her by the chin, "Let's get a better look at you."

Fira was powerless as her hood was pulled away and her long hair tumbled down her shoulders. The kings eyes widened and he took another look at Mithiel who was being restrained by the goblins.

"Another girl!" He took Fira's arm and dragged her towards the company – all of whom were seething and Thorin and Dwalin were struggling to hold Kili back. The king ran a bony finger down Fira's face.

"Are they your whores then? Something to warm your bed with each night?"

All of the dwarves were shooting daggers at the king and both Fili and Kili couldn't curse any louder. As the king stared at the cuts and bruises on her face Fira tried not to gag on his foul breath.

"Someone's had a fair beating," he then grinned back at the company, "do you beat them when they aren't good enough for you?"

"How dare you?" Dwalin spat. The king shrugged before his eyes feel on the raging Kili. He shook Fira.

"Maybe you did this? Did you get too excited the first time she spread her legs for you?"

Gloin and Bifur both jumped on Kili to stop him from launching at the goblin. But even with four dwarves holding him he still fought. Fira licked her lips and gave him a pleading glance. The last thing she wanted was for Kili to get hurt. The king looked her up and down.

"What do you think lads? Reckon these two would be good company for us?"

The goblins began cheering and Fira shared a look with Mithiel before facing the king.

"I'd rather slit my throat right now than have any of your filth touching me."

Wrenching her hand from his grip she reached down her shirt and pulled out a small knife that the goblins had missed. She slashed at the kings arm but before she could deliver another blow the knife was knocked from her hands and she was forced onto her front. The king stood over her.

"I do not take kindly to such…violence."

He said something else and Fira could only watch as another goblin stood over her with a club.

"Take her hand."

Fira kicked out as the goblin on her back grabbed her wrist and forced her hand to lay flat on the ground. Tears were running down her face and she could hear Kili's screaming pleas. The goblin smiled at her before bringing his club down.

There were no words. Nothing could describe that pain. There were a few seconds of numbness before everything exploded. Fira didn't register the goblins getting off of her. All she could focus on was the fire that burned through her mangled hand. Forcing herself to look at it she almost threw up at the sight. Her three middle fingers were broken and almost all of the skin had come away. She could even see hints of bone here and there. Holding it to her chest she allowed the goblins to drag her and throw her by Mithiel who knelt down and rubbed her back as best she could. Forcing her head up she could see tears streaming down Kili's face as the king faced the company.

"Very well. If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the neck wrangler. Bring out the bone crusher. Start with…" he paused before nodding.

"The elf!"

Mithiel froze as two goblins grabbed her and forced her forward. Now it was Fili's turn to fight and Fira watched as more and more goblins held him back. The goblin who held the club smiled at Fira before moving to Mithiel who was silent as she was forced to face the company before being pushed to her knees.

"One last chance. Else she pays the prince."

Fira knew Fili wanted to talk – anything to spare Mithiel. But before he could even open her mouth the goblin brought the club down on her shoulder. Doubling over Mithiel let slip a cry, one that got louder as the club hit her in the stomach.

"Wait!"

At Thorin's voice everyone froze. Fira forced herself to her feet as Thorin nodded at the elf.

"Release them both."

The goblin king gave a mock bow,

"Welcome Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror. King under the mountain,"

Thorin stepped forward and glowered at the goblins,

"Let them go," his voice dark and dangerous – filled with authority. The king bowed again,

"As you wish,"

Fira watched as Mithiel chains were undone and she was pushed towards the company. The goblins let go of Fili who hugged her tightly. Meanwhile another goblin grabbed Fira by her broken hand and dragged her towards the others. Even though the pain was off the scale Fira refused to cry out. The goblin pushed her into the others and as she fell on her bad hand Fira couldn't stop her scream this time. Hands pulled her to her feet and at Kili's face she began to shake. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it around her hand to stop the bleeding. It stung like mad but Fira refused to show him her pain. He pulled her close.

"Please forgive me my love."

Fira leant against him as the goblin king was fixed on Thorin,

"I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head of course, nothing attached,"

Fira watched as all of the dwarves around her stiffened.

"Perhaps you know of whom I speak?" the king said, "An old enemy of yours. The pale orc?"

Thorin's eyes widened only slightly, "Azog the defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!"

"So you think his defiling days are over do you?" he leered at Thorin before turning to a small goblin, who sat on a little chair that hung on a wire,

"Send word to the pale orc. Tell him we have found his prize,"

As the goblin's chair flew down into the dark depths the king turned back to his prisoners as huge torture instruments were brought forward. The king leaned forward and pointed at the figures of Fili and Kili.

"It's your turn now," he cackled as he choked out another song,

Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung

You'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung,

You'll lie down here and never be found,

Down in the deeps of Goblin Town!

He had only just finished the song when one of the goblins unsheathed Thorin's sword. Its eyes widened in terror and it flung the sword away as though it burned. At once the goblins began screaming,

"I know that sword!" the king cried out, "It is the goblin cleaver!"

The dwarves were ripped away from each other and thrown to the ground. Fira screamed as she was pushed to the floor and watched in terror as both Fili and Kili were torn apart from each other by goblins that then began to whip them harshly. The king jumped up onto his throne,

"Slash them! Beat them! Kill them all!"

Lifting her head up Fira gasped as one of the whips struck her around the face. She could hear Kili yelling and when she looked up she saw him being pinned down by two goblins as another one whipped him with all of his strength. She heard Fili fighting to get to his brother as goblins forced him back. Meanwhile, Thorin had been thrown in front of the goblin king, who screamed with rage.

"Cut off his head!" he roared. Fira looked up as a goblin held a sword over Thorin's neck. She gasped and shut her eyes as a blast of white light appeared. The huge torture instruments were blown away along with most of the goblins. Fira opened her eyes with a smile as the tall figure of Gandalf made his way towards them,

"Take up arms. Fight!" he yelled.

They needed no encouragement. Throwing off their captors the dwarves began grabbing at their weapons and packs. Within seconds all of Fira's weapons were back where they belonged. Goblins lunged at her but she kicked them away before grabbing a knife and slicing the throat of the one who had broken her hand. She could see Gandalf making his way down one of the bridges.

"This way!"

All around her the others were following and Fira could see Kili at the front. She could still remember the sight of the goblin whipping the life from him. Shaking her head she realised if she didn't hurry she'd soon be left behind. However she only made two steps before something hit her in the back of the head and she fell to the floor. Darkness clouded her vision and the last thing she saw was a tall figure standing over her.

There we go then! Yet another lovely cliff-hanger for you all! I always love Goblin Town in the first film! I'm not sure why…maybe because in the escape scene we get to see just how brave Fili and Kili are! Starting to wonder though if Fira will ever get a break! I know this was a shorter Goblin Town than in my other fic but that's because we have some bigger stuff coming up! Let me know what you all think xxxx