Line Of Durin (Thorin Oakenshield)

Chapter 6

Lillianna stirred to the sound of snorring dwarves. She looked up to see Bofur and Bilbo.

"No, no, you can't turn back now, you're part of the Company. You're one of us." Bofur spoke.

"I'm not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door." Bilbo spoke.

"Your leaving me?" Lillianna spoke as she stumbled to her feet and made her way towards Bofur as her legs gave way. Bofur wrapped his arm round her waist keeping her standing.

"You have always wanted an adventure, Lillianna. I can't take that away from you. You have the chance at finding your family." Bilbo explained.

"You are my family Bilbo." She muttered.

"You're homesick, I understand." Bofur called as Bilbo turned to walk away.

"No, you don't, you don't understand! None of you do - you're dwarves. You're used to... to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere." Bilbo cried.

"I am sorry, I didn't.." Bilbo started realising he had offended Bofur.

"No, you're right. we don't belong anywhere. I wish you all the luck in the world." He sighed with a half smile. "I really do." 

Bilbo turns once more to leave. 

"What's that?" Bofur says pointing at Bilbo's glowing sword.

"Wake up. Wake up!" Thorin calls from in the cave.

Suddenly the floor collapses, Lillianna shrieks as she lands on Bofur in a cage of some sort. The dwarves start moving to stand as they are pulled by Goblins. One grabs Lillianna by her hair causing the healing wound on her head to reopen. She shrieks in pain as she make eye contact with Thorin. Thorin pushes to try and reach her as the Goblin sticks it's finger in her wound and then licks the blood of it. Lilliana cries as the pain pounds against her brain. She sobs as the Goblin grabs her hair again and pulls her to follow the rest of the dwarves. 

Lillianna was released and swung into Thorin who grabbed her by the waist to steady her. "I've got you." He whispers.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Asassins?" This giant goblin spoke from upon his throne.

"Dwarves, Your Malevolence." A small goblin responded.

"Dwarves?" He boomed.

"We found them on the front porch." The smaller goblin spoke.

"Well don't just stand there, search them! Every crack, every crevice." He cries. 

Lillianna shrieked as she is pushed and pulled in search of weapons. She looks up and makes direct eye contact with the Goblin King.

"What are you doing in these parts? Speak." The goblin king ordered, yet it remained silent. "Well then, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the girl!" He called making eye contact with Lillianna, who leaned into Thorin.

"Wait!" Thorin calls from Lillianna's side. 

Thorin passes Lillianna to Kili so he can keep her upright. 

"Well, well, well, look who we it is! Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror. King under the Mountain." He calls into the onwatching group of Goblins before bowing in mock. "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 attatched. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg." He calls making Lillianna gasp.