The Last One

Chapter 33

The company fell down into the chasm, sliding down the cave walls before landing piled on each other in a basket like contraption. 'Oh no. Goblin Town.' was Ruive's first reaction. The second was; 'Why did Bombur have to land on top?' 

The company had little time to get up let only prepare themselves to fight as they were swarmed with goblins of all shapes and sizes. Ruive drew her tear blades, doing her best to fight off any goblins that dare went near her or the princes, but one of the larger goblins overpowered her and punched her in the stomach. Ruive lurched forward, coughing and gasping for air. The goblins grabbed and pulled at the dwarves herding them along a wooden path. So preoccupied with the dwarves; the goblins did not notice a quiet Bilbo drop to the ground. The only one to notice Bilbo slip away was Nori. The goblins pushed and shoved the dwarves and two larger ones dragged a winded Ruive along even though she could stand and walk. As they approached what was assumed to be the throne they saw the most disgusting sight; a huge goblin covered in warts, boils, and rotting skin. He was gluttonous, his chin drooped down to his chest, and on his head he wore a poorly made crown of sticks and spikes. 

As the company got closer, some of the goblins began banging sticks and other knickknacks together in an attempt to make music. The Goblin King readjusted in his seat. 

"I feel a song coming on!"

"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 wont last long on the end of my prongs

Clish, clash, crush and smash

Bang, break, shiver and shake

You can yell and yelp

But there aint no help

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town"

"Catchy, isnt' it?" Said the Goblin King returning to his throne. "It's one of my own compositions."

"That's not a song, it's an abomination!" cried Balin.

"Abominations, mutations, deviations...that all you're gonna find down here." the Goblin King replied.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" He demanded eyeing each of them. 

Ruive kept her head down praying the Goblin King would not recognize her. When she had been prisoner to Azog, he brought her here thinking that the goblins might be able to break her. They were unsuccessful.

One of the goblins stepped forward. "Dwarves and a woman, Your Malevolence."

"Dwarves? And a woman?" The Goblin King asked. "Show me this woman."

The same goblin grabbed Ruive and threw her to the ground at the King's feet. Ruive kept her face down until the goblin grabbed her hair in his mangled fist and reefed her head back. The Goblin King's eyes widened for a moment then a sickly smirk spread over his lips.