~Chapter 6~
It was nightfall and it was pouring rain, everything covered in mud and slippery. We made our way down the narrow mountain cliff. Stone giants fought in the rain and thunder. Throwing boulders, the size of houses at each other. Each impacts carving the mountain and raining rocks on our little path. "We need to find shelter!" Thorin shouted over the roaring wind. As the company travels down the narrow path there are a few close calls, people slipping and almost falling to their doom. The giant flying rocks and derby rain down on us making the path even smaller. Suddenly the whole mountain begins to move. Our little path is carved out of the legs of yet another stone giant. You hug close to the stone as you watch the path break off and you, Kili, Bofur, Noir, Bifur and BomBur are whisked away. You can still hear their shouts and yells calling for you and the other half of the group. The mountain leg moves swiftly as the giant walks you see Thorin and the others briefly before being shoved into the face of the none rock giant mountain. Your half of the party is thrown off the giant leg and you land in a pile of dwarves and rocks. Dwalin, Thorin, and Kili race around the corner to see us safe. As everyone gets to their feet Bofur shouts, "Where is Bilbo?!" Everyone looks about frantically only to find him hanging on by his fingers over the slippery edge. Bofur tried to reach down to him and grab his hand but he isn't long enough to reach. You drop over the edge at the same time Thorin does and help boots Bilbo up on either side of him. Thorin almost falls but you shift over in time to catch his coat while Dwalin caught his arm hauling him up. You start to climb back up but are pulled up when you reach half way. Fili and Kili have either of your arms not letting go. "Dwalin, in here!" Calls Thorin as he enters a cave in the rock face.
There are no fires lit in the small sand covered cave. Each of the dwarves take turns at the watch. Fili and Kili have yet to leave your side. You don't mind all that much, they are just as cold as you are. You kept you pack on keeping your back slightly warmer. You watch as each of the dwarves drift off into sleep. Kili and Fili each fall asleep on your shoulders; you start to nod off as well. You are woken by Bofur talking to Bilbo at the mouth of the cave. You stomach turns to knots and you watch as Bilbo draws his blade to find it glowing with elven magic. "Goblins." You hear Bilbo whisper. "Get up! Everyone up now! Get up! Goblins!" Bofur shouts as he goes through the cave shaking each person. You feel the floor start to shake under you and you see the sand fall away through the cracks. Everyone is awake and trying to grab ether packs, before they get too far the floor under us falls away and you are suddenly sliding down, down into the mountain. You are thrown into a catch pit and are immediately swarmed by nasty goblins. You and the company are pushed along like cattle along the bridges down further into Goblin Town. You can hear the bellowing of the Goblin king singing his song.
You all are shoved before the glutinous Goblin King. You pull your gray cloak hood up as Thorin and Fili shove you between Dwalin and their backs. You bend down trying to blend in with the height of the dwarves. "Who dares be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom. Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" Bellows the Goblin King.
"Dwarves your malevolence, found them on the front porch." Declares one of his henchmen.
"Dwarves? Well then don't just stand there, search them! Every pocket, every crack, every craves." Shouts the Goblin leader. You all are suddenly swarmed by dozens of disgusting and deformed goblins. Your pack is ripped from your back and grabby hands search your clothing. You growl and bare your sharp canine teeth at any of them that try to touch your hood. "What are you doing in these parts?" Asks the obese goblin. The only responds he receives are dark death looks from yourself and the company. "Fine then, if you won't talk we'll make you squawk!" The goblin king bellows, "Bring up the mangular! Bring up the bone cruncher!" You pull Thorin and Ori behind you. 'Better you then them' you think to yourself. "Start with the youngest there and the purple on in front of him." The Goblin king commands as he points a large goriest finger at the both of you. The circle of dwarves tightens around you both. "Wait!" shouts Thorin stepping forward in front of the group. "Well well well!" says the goblin king surprised, "If it isn't Thorin, son of Train, son of Thror, King under the mountain!" He mockingly bows to Thorin before continuing, "Oh, but wait, you don't have a mountain. So you're not a king either, which makes you nobody." He gives an evil grin and sits back on his thrown, "I know someone who will give a pretty price for your head. Just the head mind you, body not included. An old enemy of yours, perhaps, a pale Orc atop a white Wrag." Thorin looks back hatred painted across his face. "Azog the Defiler was slane in battle long ago!" Thorin responds bitterly. The Goblin laughs in Thorin's face and sends off a messenger to tell Azog he has found his prize.
One of the henchmen goblins was rummaging through the collected weapons and pull out Thorin's blade. It screeched and threw the blade at the Goblins king's feet. All around us the other goblins screeched and started beating down on the company. "The Goblin Cleaver! Slash them, kill them, BRING ME HIS HEAD!" Roared the Goblin king. The Goblin minions grabbed Thorin and threw him to the ground pinning his arms and legs, getting ready to slice off his head. Suddenly there was a great explosion of light, throwing back the goblins a great distance but leaving the company unharmed. When the dust cleared Gandalf was standing there staff and sword in hand. "Take up arms. And fight!" he commanded. Everyone sprung to their feet and grabbed their swords and axes and began killing goblins by the dozens. "Follow me!" you heard Gandalf shout as the goblins began to thin out. The company raced after him single file down the rickety goblin scaffolding.
You were having a very hard time keeping up with Gandalf and the others. Every time you turn around they were further and further down the scaffolding. You would have to jump down and across to stay close enough. When you finally caught up with everyone on the last bridge the goblin king busted up from under the bridge blocking your path one way and the goblin henchmen blocking the way you came from. You stood next to Gandalf in front of the goblin king. "What are you going to do now wizard?" the goblin king mocked. Gandalf jabbed the monster in the eye and cut across his overhanging belly, sending him to his knees. You jumped forward and drive your daggers into his heart and cutting across his throat. His body slumped forward as you pulled your blades from his caucus. The dead weight caused the bridge to break and send you and the company riding the rickety remains down the cavern side to the floor, where it collapsed on top of the dwarves.
"Well it can't get any worst now." Bofur said cheerily just before the dead body fell on top of the dwarf bridge pile. You quickly tried to un-bury any dwarf you could find. Dwalin looked back at the goblin screeches over head to find a wave coming toward us, "Gandalf! We can't fight this many!" Dwalin shouted frantically.
"Quickly this way, the day light shall save us!" Gandalf replied as he guided each member through the opening. You lead the group through the twisting and turning rocky tunnels until you came running out into the day light. You did not stop running until you were down the mountain and into the spares pines on the edge of the mountain.