Dawn (A Hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 13 - We casually overthrow a government.

The ground began shaking and making strange noises. Thorin and I jumped up at the same time. "Wake up!" we screamed in unison.

That was weird. I didn't like it. Let's never do that again.

Before any of us could run out of the cave screaming bloody murder, the floor collapsed and we fell.
The falling could not keep us from screaming bloody murder though.
We slid down a seemingly endless tunnel, with others ending in the one we were in. The fall was very long. About half way I resorted to just looking very scared, because I'd run out of breath for screaming.
We landed hard in a wooden cage. I heard the distinctive sound of one of my bones breaking, but I didn't know where, as everything hurt. As we struggled to get up I realised that it must be my arm, because I couldn't move my hand.

We didn't have more than ten seconds to rise as a horde of Goblins began to attack us. They dragged us away. We tried to fight back, but they were with too many. I managed to kill one by kicking it over the ledge, but that earned me a fist to the face and in turn a bloody nose.

We were dragged over precarious bridges as thousands of Goblins watched us with snarling faces. I looked around for a way out, but could find none.
We finally stopped at what seemed to be the throne- well, platform is the best way to describe it. In front of us was the largest and most disgusting looking Goblin I had ever seen. He was singing a song that I didn't listen to. I was looking around everywhere for an escape route. The entire place was fairly well lit but I doubt that the walls of this chamber were the outside walls of the mountain.
Goblins everywhere were ramming on makeshift instruments. The place in general was too loud for me. I pulled my hood very low over my face with my good hand in an effort to drown out most of the background noise. It didn't really help at all so I pressed my hand and arm against my ears, which also did not really do anything to alleviate the sensory overload I was beginning to get.
What I did notice is that during his song, he forked one of his people on the end of his spear and threw him away. I always knew Goblins were ruled by the biggest and the scariest, possibly the loudest, and that good kings were hard to come by, but seeing it up close was something else.

The Goblins ripped the weapons they could easily see off us and threw them on a pile. They took my bow, my sword and the few arrows I had left. It was a rare well timed stroke of luck that they saw no daggers. It was balanced by the bad luck that was being surrounded by thousands of Goblins with no feasible way out.
The large Goblin spoke with a tone that told us our presence was very amusing to him. "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?"
This was a game to him. Of course it was.
"Dwarves, your malevolence," reported a Goblin. He was not entirely wrong, but I couldn't help feeling a bit offended. I'd make a fairly lousy Dwarf. I didn't have a long bushy beard and my laughter wasn't infectious or thunderously loud for a start. Couldn't work a hammer for shit either.
I wasn't so sure what race other than Goblin would have a diplomatic advantage here, but I was guessing none of us fit the bill.

"Dwarves?" the king asked.
"We found them on the front porch."
It was a game to all of them, great.
"Well, don't just stand there! Search them! Every crack, every crevice."
The Goblins rushed forward. They emptied every sack we had on us and, among other things, found an Elvish candle stick.
"Made in Rivendell." The Goblin king apparantly had trouble reading it. My question was: why did they sign it in the common tongue?

When they'd found three of my daggers and thrown them on a pile with the other weapons, the Goblins realised something.
"This one's a woman!" one of them whisteled loudly, looking right at my chest without the slightest hint of shame. There wasn't even much to look at. I was quite racked for an Elf but I'd hidden them as well as I could. Even so I felt my face contort in fear. There was little I could do against a whole kingdom of Goblins with a broken arm. All the Goblins who were searching the others turned to me. They ripped off my cloak and pushed me forward, closer to their king. When they were satisfied with my lack of distance to him they went back to searching the Dwarves, all of whom had tried to rush to my aid as I struggled to get away.
One of the Goblins pinched my butt before he left. That one I stabbed in the head with a dagger they'd missed, it was quickly taken from me and thrown on the pile.