Adventures of The Sad, Broken, and Happy (Hobbit Fan Fiction)

Chapter 32 Goblin Town

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Emily ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I knew seconds before I blacked out I wasn't going to ever wake up. I guess I was wrong though because here I am slowly regaining consciousness.

"What is this?" a loud voice booms.

"We are not sure your awfulness," a screechy annoying voice replies to the voice. That's when I feel grimy hands on my arms and I'm violently dragged forward. I groan and peer through my eyelashes. I wretch at the sight I see before me. It is the ugliest, hugest, wartiest, grossest, most mutated creature I've ever seen. It looks like a goblin troll mutant with 3 double chins. Its face was covered with oozing pimples and a bone crown sat upon it's head. I assume its a king. All it had to cover itself was a tiny loincloth that couldn't even count as coverage! It had ingrown nails and its feet reeked.

"Ugh what a sight to wake up too. A mother couldn't even love that face. Not even a blind person could," I mumble to myself.

"What sort of creature are you? A dwarf elf hybrid?" The Goblin King demands obviously he hadn't heard me.

"No pshh dwarves no elves and dwarves hate each other," I answer.

"What are you then?'' the Goblin King snaps and one of his servants yanks my hair back and puts a knife to my throat.

"I am a burra-hobbit," I state. "If you plan on eating me I'll tell you how. First off you need to heat a pot of water to boiling. Then add salt and sage to that pot. Let it sit for a few hours. After that add some chopped carrots and walnuts. Stir the mixture before you add sugar and lemons. This next step is important you need to add one pinch of nightlock. After all that's done you can chop up your burra-hobbit and add them. Lastly you let it sit for two minutes then enjoy," I stall for time. I am not sure why I am stalling though it isn't as if anyone is coming to help me get out of this mess. They all think I'm dead most likely. I gulp deeply and glance up at the confounded Goblin King.

"What a funny little creature most likely trying to trick us! You take me for an idiot!" the Goblin King accuses pointing a bony finger at me.

"What no!" I exclaim but go silent when the knife digs into my neck.

"Lies! Take her away! You know what to do boys! Oh I hope this one screams it's been quiet awhile since screams of victims carried through these halls."

"No no let me go," I hiss and try to heat my skin. It doesn't work I'm still weak from all the rain.

"It is no use little creature," the Goblin KIng laughs. I scream in anguish at him as I'm dragged off.

The goblins bring me into a dark moist room with a bloodstained floor and bones in every corner. I promptly gag again this time all over the nearest goblin. The now very pissed off goblin slashes my cheek down to the base of my throat with a knife. I hiss, cringe, and struggle against the goblins holding me to fight back. It's not very deep luckily. Apparently this is not the desired response so the goblins throw me against the wall.

"Why does it not scream?" one asks.

"If you think I haven't experienced pain before you are sorely mistaken," I bite back.

"You will scream before we are finished," a bigger goblin, probably the leader, promises.

"How about no asshole," I spit. Seconds later I get smacked across the face. No big deal on me though. A goblin pulls out a brand and sticks it in a fire pit. I don't even struggle when they press it to my skin. It doesn't hurt at all. In fact it feels good. I purr in pleasure and smile at the goblins. "Thanks I needed that." I grin and try once again to summon my heat but to no avail. I am still to weak.