Re-watching the hobbit movies now...
My replenished love for the movies has reignited an old spark in me, and has given me an idea for a twisted story... sorry Kili!
'Down, Down, Down in goblin towwwn'... Kili hated goblins, they were quite literally the scum of Middle Earth, which led him to feel conflicted, because nobody could deny that their insidious song was somewhat catchy. As he sang the song to himself in his head, he became more and more oblivious to the events unfolding around him. This is what he did to escape things that upset him... completely and unintentionally drift off into his own little world. "START WITH THE YOUNGEST!" Kili suddenly snapped back to reality. He was the youngest... What was about to happen? Before his mind was able to catch up with what was going on, he found the company trying to get in-between himself and swarm of goblins clawing their way towards him.
They tried their best, but their efforts were not victorious. They were pulled aside, stomped over or held back. Suddenly Kili felt the sharp pinch of grubby claws on his ankles and milliseconds later his feet had been pulled from underneath him. The caverns turned into a quick, swirling blur and then his head felt the harsh kiss of the jagged ground. With no time to get his bearings, he started to be dragged across the ground. His ears rang as he tried desperately to get a good grip on the ground, but it was too damp... too slimy. His eyes darted all around him, searching for aid, or an escape root. All his gaze met, were looks of despair from his friends and outstretched arms- too far to grasp. "KILI!" He knew that voice... Fili.
He scanned the company until he found his brothers ocean eyes. They were not comforting, like they usually were. They were filled with dread, horror and despair as he watched his little brother being dragged towards what was sure to be a painful demise. Fili tried desperately to pull away from the goblins that kept him from his brother, as did his uncle next to him, but it was of no use. Already their legs had been clamped to chains attached to the floor. Their hope began to wither away. Fili felt his eyes begin to well up, he scrunched them shut and turned his head away, his body refusing to let him witness what was about to happen.
Kili could see exactly what his brother was feeling. Kili had always been his family's clown. If someone was upset, they could count on him too cheer them up. He wouldn't stop trying until he heard a genuine laugh. Fili needed him, he needed reassurance that his little brother was okay, that he wasn't in pain or completely terrified- even if he absolutely was. Kili used all of his strength to swing his body around, kicking the goblin away from his ankles. He quickly sprung to his feet and pulled a dagger from his trousers... which they had fortunately forgot to search, goblins surrounding him.
He held his dagger firmly with both hands, arms fully extended, turning slowly in a small circle, keeping an eye on every angle. "I am Kili, a Son of Durin" Kili began, loud, bold, and deceivingly confident. The goblin king's ears twitched, intrigued by the young dwarfling. "I am The Nephew of Thorin Oakenshield -King under the mountain!" Kili continued, with hopes of bringing pride to his uncle and brother with his bravery. He continued turning until he arrived at the goblin king, pointing his dagger up towards his incredibly large head. Kili smirked, now directly speaking to the King of the goblins, "did you really think that I would go down without a fight?" He laughed, "That is not in my blood." He knew he wasn't able to escape, he was completely outnumbered, and didn't want to put his company's lives at risk, all he wanted was to bring some honor to his family and go down fighting. He kept his eyes locked onto the Goblin king's head. His arms rose swiftly, his hands still firmly grasping the dagger, travelled behind his head. and with the accuracy and elegance of an elf, Kili launched the dagger at the Goblin king.
Thorin couldn't help but crack a small smile, his little Kee had just sent a dagger plummeting into The Goblin king's right eye. Pride filled his chest, he roared victoriously, his company joining him- all but one. All but Fili. Who's gaze was locked upon his brother. Thorin moved his attention from the wailing goblin king, back to his youngest nephew. Kili stood tall... weaponless, defenseless, alone. "SEIZE HIM" The goblin king managed to splutter, and within seconds Kili was engulfed in a wave of goblins, dragging him towards the half-blind king. The companies roars turned into ones of terror. The goblin king reached down and held the entirety of Kili in one fist, his other hand still clenching his eye. Kili tried his best to squirm away but the kings grasp was too firm. "Young dwarfling" The Goblin King began, alarmingly composed, "you have chosen your fate. Being the kind, fair ruler that i am, I was going to grant you a quick death... Now you have just bought yourself years of unbearable torture leading to an inevitable slow demise." He began to laugh as Kili struggled to breath in his grasp, the rest of the goblins cackling along.
All of a sudden a blinding white light appeared in the middle of the company's crowd. And Gandalf's voice boomed "FIGHT!". The Goblin king knew of Gandalf, and he was also aware of the value of the little dwarf prince he held in his had. He made the smart decision to cut his losses. He ordered his Goblins to fight, whilst he and the hire ranks of goblins fled deeper into the caverns, A son of Durin as their trophy.
TBC...
Hope you're intrigued... dw you wont have to wait too long.
Let me know how you want the story to go! Next chapter up tomorrow.