Thorin Oakenshield Stole My Heart

Chapter 10: The Goblin City

        Just as the dwarves looked up a pack of Goblins came toward them. The Goblins attacked the dwarves. The dwarves tried to fight back but they were no match for the strong Goblins. All the dwarves were carried away with the Goblins. Bilbo however was small enough not to be carried away and snuck out of the raiding Goblins. Nori saw him escape but said nothing to protect Bilbo’s well being. However, once the Goblin pack had left a Goblin was waiting fro him and they battled until they both fell into the deep tavern. 

        Meanwhile, the Goblin pack shoved there prisoners forward toward their Goblin city. Thorin continued to fight the Goblin’s so he could turn around to make sure Eminork was there. Thorin worried about Eminork and her uncle but for the time being he wanted to know she was safe from harm. Just as he turned around Eminork came into view. Thorin smiled and then was forced back to the front position. Just as they came out of the dark tavern, light shone through the tavern and on the faces of the dwarves (remember Eminork is half hobbit and half dwarf but she is more like a dwarf then a hobbit so I refer to her as a dwarf).

        On a bone throne sat the Goblin king. Hacking and coughing as he was old. Then approached his Goblin pack with the dwarves. He stepped down from his throne and asked, “Who dares to step with arms into my kingdom? Spies, thieves, assassins?!”

        One of his Goblin men stepped forward and said in reply to their king, “Dwarves, your majesty.”

        The Goblin king leaned back in suspense, “Dwarves?”

        Then the Goblin men said again in response, “Found them on the front porch.”

        The Goblin king then said with worry, “Don’t just stand there. Search them.”

        The Goblin’s gathered the dwarf’s weapons and then threw down the dwarf’s weapons. The Goblin king then asked in worry, “What are you doing in these parts?”

        No one answered the Goblin king. “Speak,” The Goblin king said at last. The Goblin king’s men laughed and pushed Eminork forward.

“We have found you a bride your majesty,” One of the Goblin men said to the Goblin king as he held Eminork by the arm.

Thorin broke free from the Goblin’s and yelled as he grabbed Eminork by the waist taking her away from the Goblin man, “Take your hands off her before I rip them off! You disgusting fat bellied pale Goblin shall never merry her!”

        The Goblin king leaned forward and laughed at Thorin, “Why not, my king?”

        Thorin was pulled back into the arms of the Goblin pack. He sighed and looked into Eminork’s eyes then spoke, “Because I love her.”

        The Goblin king laughed as he looked at Thorin then at Eminork, “Well isn’t this precious. Oh well time to break up the happiness. Take her to my chambers. Do not let that dwarf king follow you.”

        The Goblin’s nodded and took her away but as they left Eminork stopped and said to Thorin, “And I love you, my king.”

        Thorin smiled but was turned away by the Goblin pack. However, the Goblin king was still not satisfied. He then spoke, “Very well then if they will not talk then we will make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler. Bring out the bone breaker. Start with the youngest!”

        The Goblin king pointed Ori as he said those words. Just then a voice was heard, “Wait!” The Goblin king stood up in not much of a surprise and said, “Well. Well. Well.  Look who it is, Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror. King of the mountain. I did not recognize you when you were protecting that young lady.”

        The Goblin king bowed as he said those words. Just then he looked up and laughed, “Oh but I forget get you don’t have a mountain! You’re not a king which makes you nobody really.”

        Thorin then looked up at the Goblin king with a face of anger. The Goblin king spoke once more, “I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. The pale orc. The striate of white Warg.”

        Thorin still in his anger face spoke, “Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago.

        The Goblin king leaned forward again and spoke, “So you think his defiling days are done, do you?” The Goblin king laughed and turned to his messenger Goblin. “Send word to the pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize.”