Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 23 : Astride a White Warg

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

Before anyone can react' before I can even turn my head to see Thorin; before I can even blink, the cave floor collapses downwards. The complete package of the company falls down some kind of chute. Made of rock. What if I had never put my weapons on my back? They would be lost. Forever. I would never be able to live with myself. I feel a wheezy feeling in my stomach like oozing butterflies exploding in my body. We slide down a tunnel and landing 'gracefully' (like a swan) into somewhat giant wooden trap. It was trap. The entire cave was a bloody trap. How'd did I know not see this coming?

I land on a dwarf; Dwalin. I kinda broke my fall, but then again, so did my swords. I fidget to get some air. I needed to breath.

"Cas, are you okay?" Thorin question from under a dwarf, though I am unable to see which dwarf. Why didn't he suddenly care about me? It was absurd.

"I'm fine, Thorin! My weapons broke my fall," I reply.

"You mean I broke your fall, elf!" Dwalin says rather angrily, he pushes me off him as if he couldn't breath. He called me elf. I should probably take some offense to that

My eyes dart to an opening of the cage that we landed in; a horde of goblins scurry towards us. They were gonna attack us. A goblin from this horde grabs from, wraps his claws around my muscular arm another shrivelled Goblin does the same and pulls me out of the cluster of Goblins. I'm not the first one in this que that was beginning to form of restrained dwarfs. Thorin was in front of me. Then why do I feel safe, in this dangerous situation?

I kick as many ugly goblins and how I wish I had the actual nerve to kick them in the face. But they were already ugly enough. Then I notice how the goblins were stripping the dwarves of their weapons. They took Harnil. I attempt to break free, but these creatures who now show themselves as strong, restrained me back. If I lose that sword I swear to God I will slaughter them. We are dragged through the vast network of tunnels and wooden bridge. The place seem very lit despite the fact that everything that lived here was decrepit. We are brought to what could look like a throne room and the platform of the Great Goblin.

I feel tense.

All my muscles cramp up into one. But I have never been here. I have never seen this 'Great Goblin' So why do I feel like I have?

Yet the Great Goblin was bigger; much bigger than any other goblin my eyes have come across. Warts are scattered over his swinging chin. Individual patches of uneven skin colours. His ears are pointed in a shrivelled understanding. You could only see light strand of his thin hair below his crown. That is what I call ugly.

Our weapons are piled together as I keep an eye on them. If they move; if they are touch then the population of this goblin cave will slowly decrease. The Great Goblin jumps off his throne, trampling on some goblins as he began to stand.

If I only I cared about those goblins.

Noticing that I am not that taller than the rest of company or most of it. I lower my head, enabling that I am unseen; enabling that I am smaller than my usually height. He approaches the company causing fear throughout it.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" The Great Goblin interrogates.

Partly.

"Dwarves and an elf, Your Malevolence," A smaller goblin replies. And he has the privilege of calling his 'Your Malevolence.' Anything that appears as foul as the Goblin King should not be respected like a king.

"Dwarves?" The Great Goblin's voice began to roar. He didn't mention the word 'elf', so I'm in so much luck?

"We found them on the front porch,"