The 15th Member

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"Where is Maecel?" Thorin nearly growled as he couldn't find me.

I stuck my hand up and he pulled me from the pile of rocks, then placed me behind him and in front of Kíli.

Suddenly a hoard of grotesque creatures bombarded us with sharp weapons, they took our swords but nothin else then lead us down a very narrow and rickety bridge to the unknown.

"Well well well, look who it is." A vast creature of rotund shape shouted, his drooping fat chin shook as he spoke. "Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror, King of the Mountain." He bowed in mock humility. "I know someone who would pay a pretty penny for your head, just a head, nothing attached."

The large creature egged Thorin on, I couldn't see his face but judging by his posture, he was fighting with every fiber of his being from attacking the Goblin King.

"Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours." The large mass of goblin continued spew.

Thorin slowly looked up at the fat king.

"A pale Orc, astride a white Warg."

"Azog the Defiler," Thorin said a little skeptically, his voice rising. "He was slain in battle long ago!"

"So you think his defiling days are done do you?" The goblin king continued to push Thorins buttons. He laughed then turned to a goblin scribe, "send word to the pale orc, tell him we've found his prize."

We stood there, captives, as filthy goblins rummaged through our swords.

One goblin lifted Thorin's large sword from the pile and began to remove it from its sheath, only

catching a glimpse of the magnificent blade the goblin threw it back down and cried out as if in pain.

"I know that sword!" The goblin king shouted as he quickly climbed on top of his "throne" "it is the Goblin Cleaver."

His words sent the goblins into a fury and they began striking us. Their whips lashed out but through my thick cloak, and my fur vest I felt no pain.

As I was being slapped with a whip across my back I watched in horror once more as three goblins managed to over take Thorin and get him onto the ground.

"Kill him!" The disgusting king shouted "take off his head!"

The goblin sitting on Thorin's chest brought a sharp jagged hand-spear up into the air, ready to bring it down on Thorin's neck, but I acted quickly and threw one of the knives hidden in my boot and got the beast square in the throat and it fell back, dying as it choked on its own blood. Thorin head butted the one on his right and used the creatures knocked out body to hit the one on his left with like a weapon.

Then a bright light encompassed us.

I watched as Thorin got to his feet, I closed my eyes until the harsh blast stopped and then saw a tall figure in a large hat approach us.

Gandalf.

We slowly got up, "take up Arms," he said "fight, FIGHT!"

His shout had made everything click and soon my bow was off of my back and in my hand as I propelled arrow after arrow at whatever goblin came within sight.

Gandalf fought alongside us as the goblin king cowered at this throne as he fearfully shouted out the names of the swords, axes, and hammers the dwarves where claiming once again as theirs.

Everyone was everywhere and as long as I didn't see hair I shot an arrow at it.

"Follow me." Gandalf said, "quickly, RUN!"