The Half-Blood (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

The Goblin King

Rose braced herself as she fell down a tunnel; landing on top of Thorin and Kili, with Balin landing on top of her. She gave out a grunt of pain from the heavy dwarf that had just landed on top of her. She looked up to find herself trapped under a pile of dwarves inside a cage. She tried to get up, but then she heard the hurrid footsteps of a creature Rose was not fond of. Goblins.

Before she could react, Rose was covered in large, nasty hands. One even went into her tunic. Growling, Rose threw a punch at one of the goblins. More and more began to crowd around the group and Rose felt herself being carried away. "Rose!" Fili's frightened voice made Rose shudder. She tried to pry away the little boil covered hands from touching her in certain areas.

As they were shoved through small tunnels and wooden bridges, the goblin hold Rose threw her onto the floor. She tilted her head back, seeing that they were all in some kind of throne platform. Sitting on the large throne was a very large goblin holding a mace topped with a skull. He was far larger than any other goblin, and he was incredibly ugly, with warts all over his swinging chin. As Rose tried to fight, the goblins pinned her down and stripped Rose of her weapons. The company's weapons were taken and all piled together. The Great Goblin jumped off his throne, trampling several goblins the process, then approaching the Company.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" The Great Goblin asked. "Dwarves, your Malevolence." A goblin says, ugly as all the other goblins in Middle Earth. "Dwarves?" "We found them on the front porch." The large goblin pointed at the company. "Well, don't just stand there; search them! Every crack, every crevice."

Rose flinched as goblins searched her, pinching and putting their sneaky hand into places. Rose closed her eyes as one goblin reached into her shirt, feeling around her breasts. "Get off of me you wretched creature." Rose hissed at the goblin. She spat into the goblin's face, which screeched and scratched at her face. Before Rose could do anything, and foot slammed down onto the Goblin's head. "Do not touch women!" Rose looked up to Fili and mouthed 'Thank you.'

Another goblin reached for her necklace, but Rose slapped it's hand. "Don't you dare touch this." The goblin growled at her and crawled away. The Goblin King leaned down close to the group. "What are you doing in these parts? Speak!" None of the dwarves said anything.

The Goblin eyed Rose. "Well, what a surprise! A woman! No, a creature of mixed blood." He picked Rose up, making her scream out. "Put me down, you monster!" Fili took a step forward, but he was held back by a goblin. "Well, we can do something with her." The Goblin threw down Rose at the group of goblins. "Strip her! Take off all her clothes." Rose began to scream, goblin trying to undo her corset.

She punched and kicked, but the goblins pinned her down. The Great Goblin laughed. "I am surprised that you didn't open your legs for all these dwarves; let's see, you have probably been with that one." He pointed at Thorin.. The Goblin King snickered. "You are a whore." "You are a wretched creature made from the depths of hell! I would gladly rip out your heart, but I would not be able to find it because of all of your fat. Imrid amrad ursul! [Go die a death of flames]" Rose spat out coldly.

Th Goblin King narrowed his eyes. "Run her through. Kill her with a rusty knife; I do not have time to deal with this whore." Before the goblins could cut Rose up, a thundering voice that Rose despised yelled. "Wait!" The large Goblin stared down at Thorin. Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain."

The Great Goblin bowed exaggeratedly to Thorin. "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 disbelief. "Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago." Rose closed her eyes, tears dangerously close to falling. He is still alive, Thorin! You are stupid... "So you think his defiling days are done, do you?"