Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 18. I am glad that you guys are enjoying the story so far. I am having fun writing this and enjoying seeing the wonderful reviews that you, my lovely readers, are leaving for me. Without further ado Chapter 18.
Aranduriel landed hard first. Fili and Kili landed on top of her causing the air to leave her lungs. With what had happened so far Aranduriel knew that this was probably going to be the worst thing that they could have ever landed themselves into. "Get off of me." She said softly. The weight of the two brothers made it hard for her to breathe.
Kili scrambled up off of his brother and had a knowing look on his face. He had an idea that Fili liked Aranduriel, but he wasn't going to push it that was for sure.
Fili's face flushed. He hadn't realized that he was that close to Aranduriel. His lips were only millimeters from her cheek. That was embarrassing and what was worse he had no idea where they were and he knew that this was indeed bad.
"Look out!" Dori yelled.
Goblins surrounded them on all sides. This was a horrible place that they were in. And there was possibly no way for them to get out. They began to shove the dwarves and Aranduriel down the paths that weren't well made. They hadn't even noticed that they missed the 14th member of the company.
Bilbo Baggins was able to slip away safely for now.
"Get off of me." Aranduriel yelled, revealing that she was indeed a woman.
"A she-elf. My lord will be pleased with this." One goblin said digging his clawed hands into Aranduriel's flesh made it crawl.
Fili felt his heart leap into his throat. No, this was not good and he was not going to lose Aranduriel. Not in this way. Who knew what the sick goblins would do to her. Fili felt himself being shoved right into Aranduriel. His face flushed. Well this was certainly not the way that he thought that he would be making this up to her even more. He wasn't upset with her any more that's for sure. He was more concerned about what the hell was about to happen to them. What would they do to a woman? This would not end well, not at all. Fili looked at Kili with wide eyes.
Kili nodded his head knowing that they needed to protect Aranduriel from whatever would happen to her.
Aranduriel was shoved into whoever was in front of her and Fili was shoved into her as they went. Aranduriel felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. She didn't like the idea that they were headed to their doom. And there was no time for embarrassment for being shoved into the eldest Durin brother.
Music was heard that didn't sound proper to their ears. It was sickening. It made Aranduriel's ears ring as they continued down the paths that led to the Great Goblin.
"I feel a song coming on." A voice rang out.
Snip snap, the black crack
Grip, grab, pinch and nab.
Batter and beat
Milk 'em stammer and squeak!
Pound pound, far underground
Down, down down in Goblin Town
With a swish and smack
And a whip and a crack
Everybody talks when they're on our rack
Pound pound, far underground
Down, down, down in Goblin Town
Hammer and torch, get out your knockers and gongs
You won't last long on the end of my prongs
Clish, clash, crush and smash
Band, break, shiver and shake
You can yell and yelp
But there ain't no help
Pound pound, far underground
Down, down, down in Goblin Town
"Catchy, isn't it?" The goblin King said, looking down at them. A sickening smile was upon his lips.
Aranduriel tried not to gag at the stench that she smelled. Now she really wished she hadn't left Rivendell. This was a place that she really didn't want to be.
Thorin pushed Aranduriel behind him, Fili, and Kili in hopes that they would be able to protect her. Thorin didn't want anything to happen to her. He after all he couldn't bear the thought of losing her.
"It's one of my own compositions."
"That's not a song, that's an abomination!" Balin cried.
"Abominations, mutations, deviations… that's all you're gonna find down here." He replied. "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"
"Dwarves and a she-elf. You are malevolent."
"Dwarves?" A sickening smile came to his lips. "And a She-Elf?" Oh indeed this was a turn of events. It had been so long since he had last seen elves in this area. A female elf travelling with a group of dwarves, well that was something indeed to look at. Elves and dwarves didn't get along and he knew that.
Aranduriel's eyes widened. This was not good for her at all.
"A precious slave she will be."
Thorin moved more in front of her to guard her.
She felt her stomach drop. A slave? That was about as bad as what had happened to her mother. It was one of the reasons why she hated some creatures in the world. All because of what had happened to her mother. But she knew that this would be death, not what had happened to her mother.
"We found them on the front porch."
"Well don't just stand there. Search for them. Every crack, every crevice and bring her forward." He demanded.
They were being searched.
Aranduriel kept silent as they were being searched. Aranduriel turned her head when she heard silver hitting the ground. Her eyes widened.
The goblin king looked it over. "Made in Rivendell? Bah. Second Age, couldn't give it away!" He said tossing it over the side.
Aranduriel and the rest of the company looked at Nori who had a guilty expression on his face.
"Just a couple keepsakes." Nori explained.
Dori shook his head. Of course his brother would steal something from Rivendell.
Aranduriel lowered her head. She remained silent. She felt the goblins grab onto her arms and she tried to fight them off. She felt one bite into her arm causing her to shriek. "Let go of me." She yelled. She tried to fight them back, but their hold on her was stronger than what she had thought they would have been.
Fili was being held back by Thorin. He couldn't understand why Thorin was holding him back and not helping Aranduriel out of this. It wasn't fair to her.
"We can't." He told his nephew in a soft whisper.
Fili watched in horror as Aranduriel was being pulled along. Her clothing being pulled on shows ivory skin to the dwarves. Fili felt his anger grow. How was he going to get her away from them?
"What are you doing in these parts?" The Goblin King asked, looking at the group.
Oin moved around the group. "Don't worry, lads. I'll handle this."
"No tricks!" The Goblin King yelled. "I want the truth! Warts and all!"
"You're going to have to speak up. Your boys have flattened my trumpet."
"I'll flatten more than your trumpet!" He yelled walking towards Oin.
Bofur jumps in front of Oin. "If it's more information you're wanting, I'm the one you should speak to!" Bofur said with a cheeky smile. "We were on the road…. well it's not so much a road as a path…. actually, it's not even that, come to think of it. It's more like a track. Anyway, the point is we were on this road, like a path, like a track, and then we weren't! Which is a problem because we were supposed to be in Dunland last Tuesday."
"Visiting relations." Balin offered.
Fili heard a scream come from Aranduriel. He looked at his uncle.
Thorin shook his head.
Fili looked and saw that blood was making her dark hair even darker. One of those ugly creatures bit into her ear and she is still fighting back. But he can tell it is in vain already due to what they had put her in. This was worse seeing her like this because of how much skin was exposed to the rest of the company.
"What are you doing in these parts? Speak!" The Goblin king yelled in Aranduriel's face.
Aranduriel narrowed her eyes at the Goblin King. "Never."
The goblin king smacked her out of the way. He turned his attention to the dwarves. "Well then, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the bone breaker! Start with the youngest!" He said pointing to Ori, who was the third eldest.
Fili held back his little brother. He didn't want the goblin king to realize his mistake.
"Wait." Thorin said, stepping forward.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror. King under the Mountain." He bowed in an exaggerated way. "Oh, but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain. And you're not a king. Which makes you nobody, really. I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg."
Thorin looked up in surprise and disbelief. "Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago."
"So you think his defiling days are done, do you?" He laughed and turned his attention to the tiny goblin that was in a basket. "Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize."
The tiny goblin wrote it down and was laughing all the way down.
The Goblin King turned his attention to Aranduriel. He pulled her up by her hair causing her to scream. "Oh you scream so prettily. I am surprised to see an elleth maiden with a group of dwarves."
Aranduriel didn't say a word as he tugged more on her hair. She bit her lip trying to keep herself from screaming.
"I am certain that they won't give any information if I hurt you." He tugged on her hair causing her pale throat to be exposed to him. He looked at the dwarves and tried to get a read on them. They were still so silent. He was looking for one flaw, anything that would make him see that one of them was caring for this tree hugger.
"You won't get anything from there ugly." She said her voice was void of emotion.
His hand came back and collided with her cheek sending her flying to the ground.
The outfit that the goblins had given her was a poor excuse for clothes. It hardly covered her. It was embarrassing for anyone to see this much skin.
"You will speak." He demanded as he grabbed onto her hair pulling her back up.
Thorin shook his head when he saw his nephews trying to go towards the Goblin King. As much as he wanted to help her, he couldn't afford to give away weakness. He knew that Aranduriel would understand.
"Never." She spat out. She was not going to reveal why they were in the mountains to begin with. It would betray their trust and she wasn't one to ruin trust that she had built up over time even though she still had a long way to go. She would never betray the ones that she had been travelling with this entire time. No, she would not allow herself to stoop that low.
He threw her towards the goblins that were next to him. "Deal with her."
His followers followed his orders. Their nails dug into her creamy flesh causing her to scream out in pain. Some were ripping at her black locks of hair pulling some of the black tresses from her hair or shortening them by having the hair break due to how much pressure was put onto her hair.
The dwarves' eyes widened in surprise when they saw torcher devices being brought up to begin torturing them. All because they didn't want to talk.
Bones will be shattered,
Necks will be wrung!
You'll be beaten and battered,
From racks you'll be hung.
You will die down here and never be found,
Down in the deep of Goblin-Town.
A goblin shrieked when he revealed that one of the swords… Thorin's sword was Orcrist. That was a bad thing. All goblins knew that sword from the goblin wars from years ago.
The goblin king had scrambled up onto his throne. "I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks!" He said in fear.
The goblins began to attack the dwarves. They felt threatened. They even had turned their attention to their female companion Aranduriel. She was an easy target for them since they already had her down on the ground from before. And she was fighting back, but not as strong as she was before. She was growing weaker due to the blood that had been lost due to how many marks that she already had on her body.
"Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!" Yelled the goblin king. He didn't care how Thorin had gotten the sword. He was going to have him killed along with the rest of the company.
Aranduriel fought against the Goblins that held her back. She had made a promise to herself that she would watch over the company. But there was nothing that she could do at that moment. She was injured and well needlessly enough to say that this was not ending well for her and them.
What was going to be their fate? Would they die in Goblin-Town like the great goblin had told them or would sheer luck they would be able to make it out of there alive.
The goblin that was on Thorin had a knife poised above his head preparing to behead him.
I am sorry that it isn't longer, but it seemed like a good place to end it due to the fact that I kind of felt that the chapter would be a little too long if I added in Gandalf saving them and what not. Plus my brain went on the fritz if I was to continue writing the way that I had been. I know that I was trying to make sure that what happened in Goblin town was just going to be one chapter, but it didn't turn out that way. I do apologize for that. The next chapter will be dealing with what happens in goblin town. Please review and let me know what you think. If you have anything that you would like to see in any of the upcoming chapters that are remaining for An Unexpected Journey please feel free to leave them in a review. Until next time.