The Unexpected Dwarf

Chapter 6

The cave was big but eerily empty. Dwalin checked inside it wasn't inhabited. Thank goodness.

"Let's get a fire started." Gloin said rubbing his hand together.

"No fires. Not in this place." Thorin scolded.

"Where are you sleeping?" Kili asked.

"Right here. Why?" I asked.

"Your warm. And I'm cold." He chuckled. Red spread through my cheeks. He smiled as I put my things down. I carefully placed my blanket on the rock. Kili placed his things next to me. I was tired. Really tired. But not tired enough not to cuddle with Kili.

He put his arm around my waist and I used his arm as a pillow. I woke up to Thorin's screaming.

"Wake up! Wake up all of you!" He screamed.

Kili and I instantly sprung up from our slumber. The floor was cracking. The sand like powder was seeping in the cracks in the stone. The floor fell out beneath me. The company was tumbling down the make shift cave. I was hurtled in to rocks and others. I wasn't expecting for this pure hell to end anytime soon.

I landed in a basket type thing. I was first to land and it hurt so badly. It knocked the wind out of me and it didn't help that Kili landed right on top of me. We both let out groans as we made contact.

"How you enjoying the view?" He asked with a slight giggle.

"It would be better if I wasn't in pain." I stuttered trying to catch my breathe.

"I can make that happen." Kili said. Even under the worse circumstances he could make me feel safe. That smirk crossed his face.

We heard a loud noise boom through the cave. This was no ordinary cave. It looked like a town. But not any town this was goblin town. Anything but goblins. The filthy vermin. I looked down a walk way to see a horde of goblins running for our group. Oh good me. They grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. The goblin pushed me to another.

"Get your hands off of me. You poor bastards!" I yelled.

Kili reached his hand out and our hands locked. I was not letting go. Not now not ever. The goblins pushed us along. Touching parts of me that if any body else touched I would kill them. (Well maybe not Kili. *Wink wink nudge nudge*)

We made it to a huge platform with a foul creature in a throne. That foul creature was the goblin king. They stripped us of our weapons and supplies. Then one goblin grabbed my chest. Kili quickly punched the goblin. That started a but of punching. Eventually the goblin fell over the edge.

"Who darescome into my kingdom armed." The goblin king bellowed.

"Dwarves your malevolence. We found them on the front porch." Croaked a goblin.

"Well don't just stand there! Search them every crack every crevice!" Shouted the king.

The goblins again began to manhandle all of us. There was far to much touching. I hate goblins with a deep set passion. There nasty moldy warty skin. All pale. Looks like the haven't seen sunlight in forever. They pulled my daggers from my pockets. But they forgot the ones in my corset.

"What are you doing in theses parts!" There was a silence. "Speak!" The king yelled.

"Very well if they will not talk we will make them squawk! Bring up the mangler! Bring up the bone smasher! Start with the youngest!" Bellowed the goblin king.

All eyes were set on me I was only but one year younger than Kili. I couldn't die like this. I refuse to die like this. (Cold alone and shit scared. Tell me if you get the reference.)