Raging Fire

Chapter 6; 'The Revenge of the King'

She landed on top of Thorin, who was used to her, using him as his landing pillow. She looked around, but it was as she had feared. She was back in the goblin town.

As soon as the dwarves and the 2 girls fell into some wooden basket, they were attacked by goblins. Curious who their new 'guests' were. They grabbed the weapons they saw and pulled the company along with them. Altáriël knew where the goblins took them to. The goblin king's throne. She and Enelya had been here before. During her escape she had given the King a large scar on his big belly. She knew that he would kill them the second he saw her and Enelya. She looked around for Thorin, Kíli or Fíli, finding Kíli first. "Kíli, can I hide myself behind you? I've been here before." Kíli looked a bit amazed, wondering what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into this time. "Don't give me that look, just believe me when I say that the king of this place hates me and Enelya." The young prince grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him, not letting go. He gave her hand a light squeeze, assuring her that they would be alright. His hand was warm, not uncomfortable warm, just warm. The goblins pushed them so close her front touched his back. Somehow that made their journey towards her enemy a bit more pleasant.
Enelya looked back one last time, looking for a place to run for once she escaped. She hated being underground, and this location made her want to leave even more. As an elf she needed fresh air, nature and underground made her feel like she was locked up. The last time they had been underground they almost got killed and barely managed to escape. She saw Bilbo get down on his knees, the goblins didn't notice the small guy luckily. Enelya decided to follow his example. The ground was quite hard when she fell onto it, but that wasn't important, she succeeded. Quickly hiding behind a rock, she hoped that she could find Bilbo and maybe even the wizard. She walked back, but found no Bilbo. He must've slipped past while I was thinking of a plan, she thought to herself. She quietly sneaked her way towards the direction the rest of the company had disappeared. She noticed that the goblins had stripped the company of their weapons and the goblin king had noticed Altáriël.
When they arrived at the throne, the goblin king rose from his seat. "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" The great goblin spoke. "Dwarves, your Malevolence." One of his minions answered. The king goblin looked surprised. "Dwarves?" "We found them on the front porch." The minion continued. Its King looked annoyed; "Well, don't just stand there; search them! Every crack, every crevice." The goblins again began to pull at the dwarves, this time searching them for weapons. The goblins searching Altáriël were touching her in inappropriate places, Kíli tried to stop them, kicking them away from her, pulling her even closer to him. The goblin king recognized the brown-haired girl easily, noticing her from the fight she was putting up. "Well, well, what do we have here. Altáriël Alcarin, my ex prisoner. I remember what you did to me last time. Bring her forward!" Altáriël was pushed in front of the goblin king, she kicked and screamed. But it was to no use, there were too many goblins. The great goblin put his rather large and pimply hand around her neck and lifted her off of the ground. "Let. Me. Go." Altáriël struggled to say. The dwarves behind her were fighting to get to their friend. "Not before I get my revenge. Sweet sweet girl. You should've known it was unwise to scar me!" He grabbed a filthy knife one of his servants handed him, and sliced it through her corset. Her blood began to seep through her blouse immediately. The King released her, and she fell to the ground, clutching her blood stained belly. Her neck already beginning to turn blue from the goblin's grip. Thorin was the first to break free from the goblins. He rushed over to her side, supporting her weight with his left arm so she could sit up straighter. "Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the mountain. My fellow goblins, this was an exceptionally good catch!" He then bowed exaggeratedly. "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." He spoke with a smirk. Altáriël was trying to bind a part of her blouse around her waist, so the bleeding would stop. She looked her former torturer in disbelief. "Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago." She said, defending Thorin. "Oh great you're still alive and kicking. So you think his defiling days are done, do you? He laughed about his own joke while turning towards some tiny goblin. "Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize." Kíli and Fíli ran over to her side, trying to take over the task of supporting her. She had managed to bind her wound, but it was of little use. Kíli and Fíli had already hugged her to their chests, the goblins were still trying to get to them.
Enelya watched as the fat goblin hurt her best friend. She wanted to rush to her side, but it would be of no use. She felt the urge to chop off the fat king's head. The goblins would surely kill them all if she left her hiding place now. After running around the place for a few minutes, searching for an escape, she saw light. A bit of moonlight shone through a crack in the mountain. She ran towards it. When she was outside she saw a figure wearing a pointy head, she could only hope it wasn't an enemy but their wizard. "Gandalf! Mithrandir! Over here!" she yelled. The wizard turned towards her, relieved that he had found at least one member of the company he was after. "Enelya Lossëhelin, how glad I am to see you in one piece, where are the others? Surely not in the goblin city?" "I am sorry to say it Gandalf, but they are. Bilbo and I were the only ones to escape, but I lost him. The King has gotten his revenge on Altá. He has given her a wound on the exact place she gave him one. We must free them, or she will die!" Before she was done speaking, the wizard had already rushed past her, into the mountain. Enelya didn't cry very fast but the thought of losing her best friend brought her to the verge of tears.
"Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung. You will lie down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin-town." The fat goblin sang. Thorin was helping Altáriël stand. "You know, you sang that the last time I was here. Remember what happened, you idiot?!" She said, making the king shut up. One of the goblins was examining the weapons of the dwarves. When he saw the sword of Thorin, he threw it away and gasped in horror. The great goblin saw what his subject threw on the ground. And quickly ran back to his throne, squashing many of his servants in the way while speaking; "I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks!" This made the goblins attack again. Whipping the dwarves with rope and biting them, Kíli and Fíli tried to protect their wounded friend as much as they could. But the girl was putting up a fight herself. Killing the goblins that attacked her with a dagger they hadn't taken from her. she threw one of her other daggers towards Ori, who was struggling to keep the biting goblins at a safe distant. "Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head! Murder the girl!" their king commanded. Suddenly there was a massive explosion of bright light. A shockwave went through the air, throwing the already weakened Altáriël back against one of the dwarves, who steadied her. The goblins were knocked back as well. The wave destroyed the torture machines as well. There, at the source of the light stood Gandalf, Enelya behind him. "Take up arms. Fight. Fight!" Enelya was already at the pile of weapons, throwing them to each dwarf. They gladly accepted them. The girl grabbed Altáriël's weapons as well, her bow, her axe and a few of her most special daggers. She ran back to help her friend. Quickly putting all the weapons in place with the help of the younger girl, Altáriël looked and acted like she didn't have a fatal wound at all. They ran after the dwarves, the wizard walking up front. "Quickly!" He yelled. There were hundreds of goblins behind them. Even more came from before them. "Charge!" Dwalin called. Some dwarves up front began sweeping the goblins away with a long rail. Enelya was using her swords to kill the goblins coming from all direction, while Altáriël was shooting at the goblins behind them with her bow. When several goblins began to swing on ropes towards them, she aimed for the ropes, never missing her target. She looked at Kíli, who was deflecting arrows with his sword. She focused her attention on the archers, the goblins had stopped using the ropes after seeing what happened to their fellow goblinfriends. Kíli made a new bridge by pushing over a ladder. Altáriël was the last one to cross and quickly destroyed the improvised bridge, preventing any goblins from crossing. The company ran through several pathways. For Enelya it all seemed like one big maze. The wizard stroke a rock above them with his staff, causing the rock to fall down. It began rolling as a sort of shield, squashing all goblins in its way. Altáriël really began feeling her wound now, but she kept on running and shooting. When Enelya stopped in front of her, she looked past her friend to see why they stopped. The Goblin King had somehow climbed from under the bridge, blocking their path. The goblins caught up with them, surrounding the company. "You thought you could escape me?" The foul creature called. He swung his giant mace twice, causing Gandalf to almost stumble back. "What are you going to do now, wizard?" But the wizard quickly regained his footing and leaped forward. Striking the Great goblin in his left eye with his staff. The king dropped his mace and clutched his face, making noises of pain. Altáriël ran forward, a look that could kill plastered on her face. She sliced the scar on the King's belly open again with the dagger she got from Thorin. "That'll do it." The goblin whined. She then sliced open his neck, killing her enemy. The weight of the Great Goblin caused the bridge to shake. The part the company was standing on gave away, and started sliding down the side of the cavern. Enelya grabbed Fíli's hand in fear of the speed they were falling. It began to slow down luckily, the cavern had become smaller the further they went down. The bridge slowed down even more, stopping and falling apart at the base of the cavern. Covering everyone in wood. Bofur was the first to speak; "Well, that could've been worse." Enelya looked up and saw the corpse of the king coming down. She proceeded to get away from the wreckage in time, pulling Fíli, whose hand she was still holding, along with her. She quickly let go of his hand when she saw him looking and went back to help Altá. Once everyone had freed themselves from the broken bridge, Kíli looked up and saw thousands of goblins running towards them. "Gandalf!" he warned. Dwalin looked up as well; "There's too many! We can't fight them." Everyone seemed to have forgotten about Altáriël's wound in the sudden rush of panic. Including Altáriël herself. "Only one thing will save us: daylight! Come on! Here, on your feet!" The wizard said. They started to run again. Altáriël remembered her wound this time, it was hurting so bad she almost fainted. Thorin and Dwalin saw her struggling and put her arms around their shoulders, carrying her outside. Altáriël couldn't fight against the pain anymore, and she went limp. The two dwarves carrying her shocked from her sudden lack of movement. 

I don't own anything from the hobbit. I only own my own two characters Enelya and Altáriël.