"Wakey, wakey, Elarinya! You've been summoned to the throne room," a goblin called.
"Just ten more minutes, please Narzug?"
"Unless you want the Great Goblin mad, no. He has special guests."
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Be ready in five."
"Hurry," said the goblin, turning away.
Quickly she pulled on an orange brown and cream dress, brown pants, brown belt, grey clock and brown satchel. (See picture, 1 means brown, 2 means orange, and 3 means cream. Sorry for the quality.) She washed her face, dragged a brush through her hair, and stored her twin swords in their sheaths on her way out of her cell.
"Ready, Narzug," she called.
He returned, unlocked her cell, and escorted her down to the path through the tunnels.
"Here," he said, slowing a bit. "I thought you might like breakfast."
He held out an apple.
"I found it in the last spoils."
"Thanks," she replied, taking it.
They continued on until the tunnels dropped away into a vast chamber, the throne room.
"Ah, you're right on time for once, Elarinya. Meet Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror, king under the mountain. Oh, but I'm forgetting. You don't have a mountain and you're not a king. So that makes you nobody really."
"This is the heir of Erebor? You are much grown from the last time I saw you."
"Have we met?"
"Not officially. I help the dwarves out of Erebor."
"You're that girl that threw Dwalin off the wall when he went back in to find his father?"
"Pleased to meet you."
"Sorry to interrupt but I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your heads. Just the heads...nothing attached. A pale Orc astride a white warg."
"Azog the defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!"
"So you think his defiling days are over, do you?" the great goblin asked. Turning to a small goblin on a zip line he commanded, "Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prizes."
The little goblin cackled as he sped away. Just then, a curious goblin who had been sniffing around the new spoil, knocked a blade from its sheath. Screeching and terrified, he jumped back.
"I know that sword!" roared the goblin king. "He wields the foe-hammer, the beater, the biter! The blade that sliced a thousand necks! Slash them, beat them. Cut off his head!" he bellowed. As a goblin turned to do just that, a bright white light flashed and everyone but Elarinya fell down.
"Take up arms. Fight, fight!" commanded an old man cloaked in a grey robe.
Elarinya hurried to to help the dwarves get away, taking out her swords and diving into the fray.
"Follow me!" she hollered to the dwarves, heading toward the path.
They joined her, slaying goblins along the way. Sometime later, following the path over a bridge, the great goblin sprang up through it.
"What are you going to do now, wizards?" he asked Gandalf and Elarinya.
Gandalf slit his belly open and hit his eye with his staff.
"That'll do it," the great goblin stated.
Elarinya slit his throat. He fell onto the path, which couldn't take the weight. It cracked and the company was hurtled toward the cave bottom. The cliff sides slowed them down for a moment before it hit the ground.
One of the dwarves optimistically stated, "Well, that could'a been worse."
As if to test this theory, the dead carcass of the great goblin landed on top of them. Shouts of "Are you kidding?" rang in Elarinya's ears as, pulling herself out, she looks behind them. Hordes of goblins came rushing at them, with one particular goblin only ten yards away. A dwarf quickly alerted everyone. Hastily getting the rest out, Elarinya led them to the exit.
"Wait! Don't leave me here. Elarinya!"
She turned, and seeing the goblin closest them, Narzug, yelled back, "We can't stop now, hurry!"
A few minutes later they made it outside, gathering in the mid-morning sun.
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I've actually been working these two parts for over a month. I hope you enjoyed this, since it may be a while before I update again. The more comments and votes I receive, more likely the sooner I update. I probably won't update until at least one person has commented on my story, though I'm aiming for five. This week I currently don't have a scanner, so this is the best picture my phone could take of my drawing.
"Sing"cerely,
Mara Celeste Bat Zion
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Reconciliation
FanfictionElarinya has a dark past. Running from a king who is close to figuring out her past, she gets captured. Joining up with a group of dwarves, how long can she hid her past? And what if his son finds out? Just a warning, this is unedited.
