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Mending the Broken Pieces	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 13613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "the Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story. Tolkien and Jackson are the ones who own the characters and world.

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Author’s Note – We’re moving into an arc of the story I’m particularly proud of. This chapter is short, I apologize, but it was necessary due to the way the story worked itself out. We’re going to see a part of Hawthorn that was only hinted at beforehand. I really hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you so much for your support.

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.

Chapter Twenty – Goblin Town

Thorin growled angrily as their fall finally ended with the company landing in what looked like a rough form of basket, struggling to pull himself out of the pile they had landed in. His first concern was for his One, and he tried to determine where she was in the heap of bodies but was unable to find her as they were set upon by a swarm of goblins.

The sounds of the company shouting as they tried to fight off their captors filled the air; a tremendous amount of curses in Khuzdul and Westron could almost be understood but were drowned out by the high pitched shrieks of the goblins while they dragged thirteen dwarves and one hobbit over rickety platforms towards the large area where a throne and a massive goblin were waiting.

The hideous creature was singing, and the company had to fight not to snicker when their burglar’s voice drifted to their ears only. The situation was grim, but they couldn’t help but be amused by her words and the tone of her voice.

“Merciful Yavanna, temporary deafness or something to shut his giant cake-hole with would be nice,” the hobbit muttered, sounding very disgruntled as she tried to cover her ears.

The goblin king finished its song, turning to stare at the company for several moments before speaking to his subjects and prisoners.

“Now, what do we have here? Thieves? Spies? Murderers?”

“Dwarves, your malevolence,” a goblin stated, causing the king to leer at the group with a look that made all of them feel rather nauseated.

“Dwarves indeed,” the king replied, smirking. “What brings Thorin Oakenshield to my humble little kingdom?”

Thorin said nothing, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his temper, and the massive goblin laughed maliciously.

“King Under the Mountain,” he sneered. “Oh yes, I nearly forgot – you have no mountain so that makes you king of nothing. No one of importance save to one particular person who has a keen interest in your head. Nothing else, just the head. He is offering a high price for it too; it surprises me to find you still alive considering the reward.”

Though the dwarf lord said nothing, the goblin king could see the flare of concern on the faces of the other dwarrow and decided to release the news that he knew would upset the king’s companions.

“Oh yes and it’s a reward I shall take a great deal of pleasure in collecting,” he continued, looking to an underling. “Send the message to Azog, his prey is here and will be waiting for him.”

“Impossible,” the king-in-exile told him as the creature hurried off to do its master’s bidding. “Azog is dead.”

“Oh no, you winged him pretty good but he survived. His defiling days are not over just yet,” the goblin snickered. “Now, while we wait for him, I want to know why you were on my front porch.”

As he waited for a response, he poked at the weapons piled in front of the throne. It was obvious he recognized one as he sneered at it, knowing he would be able to ensure it was never used again to kill another goblin or orc.

When no one answered, the massive being looked at the company. It was obvious none of them intended to answer his question, but he had ways around that.

“Bring out the Mangler and Bone Crusher. We’ll make them talk! Bring me the youngest one,” he ordered.

Goblins fought against the older dwarrow, dragging Kili and Ori from the small safety of their families. The pair were fighting to get away, trying to shake off the pain from the blows they were given to bring them under control. They forced the two to their knees in front of the disgusting ruler on his throne and before the goblin king could attempt to harm them, a female voice was heard as a small figure darted out from the protection of the company.

“You will not harm them,” Hawthorn shouted, positioning herself so she was standing between the evil being and the two young dwarrow.

“So what do we have here? A halfling – something I had not thought I would ever see in my lifetime,” the goblin king stated, staring down at the tiny young woman. “Your people have hid from us since the murder of Golfimbul, little rat, and we have been trying to find you vermin since his death. The damned rangers have kept us out of that disgusting land you call home, preventing us from avenging his murder.”

Thorin’s throat went tight, remembering the story Hawthorn had shared with them about her ancestor killing the goblin king centuries ago. He had hoped they would not run into any of the dark beings, knowing she would be a target simply because of her race.

“Murder? Your people invaded our home, killing those who couldn’t defend themselves; Bullroarer did what was right and protected his people. The goblins had no right to invade Eriador, and we are proud of his actions that day,” she told him, sounding regal and strong as she faced him without showing any sign of her fear.

“Well, I was going to start with the younger ones but I have another plan. It’s time our old king is given justice, and you will bear the punishment for his murder,. You seem rather fond of the damned halfling’s deeds so we’ll start with you,” he told them.

At his words, Kili and Ori jumped to their feet and hurried to help protect the hobbit who had put herself in danger to keep them safe. Goblins rushed at the trio, trying to keep their king safe as well as try to hurt the lass and her protectors, and somehow herded the three youngest towards the edge of the platform.

The entire company shouted a warning to try and keep them away from the edge, struggling to help them when the king took a swipe at the goblins and the three company members with his ugly staff. The sounds of their shouts echoed in the vast chamber as the company watched Kili, Ori, and Hawthorn fall from the platform with several goblins with them.

“Mahal no,” Thorin prayed, terrified for his One, Ori, and his sister-son.

He could hear Ori’s brothers fighting, trying to get loose in hopes of finding a way to reach their brother, and his cousins were roaring their rage at the possible fate that had befallen the trio. He was filled with fury and fear, wanting to avenge any harm that came to those he cared about.

The king-in-exile met the eyes of the goblin king, his voice cold and full of promise.

“You will not survive this night,” the dwarf lord vowed, making the goblin step back and laugh nervously at the amount of malevolence in the dwarf’s voice.

“You can do nothing,” he sneered, then shrieked when a blast of white light suddenly filled the cavern.

Thorin and the remainder of the company were already on their feet, reaching for their weapons when Gandalf shouted for them to arm themselves. He picked up Hawthorn’s blade and tucked her staff alongside his ax on his back, knowing Fili would pick up his brother’s weapons. Orcrist was in his hands, soon biting into goblin flesh as he fought with his fellow dwarrow to leave this area so they could find their missing members.

The company fought fiercely, following the wizard as he guided them towards the exit. The dwarf lord was determined to find his way down once they were able and look for the missing trio. He was not leaving them behind so he used the determination and anger he felt to drive him forward, killing every goblin that had the misfortune of being in his path.

The massive bulk of the goblin king broke up through the wooden walkway they were racing across, sneering at the wizard and dwarrow.

“You are not leaving here,” he growled. “There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

The king-in-exile and Istar moved in tandem; Glamdring cutting across the fleshy pouch in front of the goblin’s neck while Orcrist bit deep into the belly of the creature, gutting him in a fatal manner.

“That would do it,” the dying being muttered, falling and destroying the walkway with his death throes.

Gandalf guided them down another pathway, and the battle continued as they fought their way out. The wooden structures were falling apart, shattering under the impact of dying goblins as well as the destruction the dwarrow were causing as they hurried through the dark cave.

A part of the platform they were on snapped under the weight and stress of the poor construction and damage, and everyone held onto either each other or something else as the wooden construct began to fall. It slid down the stone wall, wedging itself near the bottom.

The dwarrow hurriedly jumped onto the ground, following Gandalf towards the sunlight. It was only when they emerged into the light that the wizard realized they were three members short.

“We are missing Hawthorn, Ori, and Kili. Where are they,” he asked, eying the dwarrow.

“Hawthorn put herself in harm’s way to protect Kili and Ori when that filth wanted to torture them first for information. The so-called goblin king recognized her for what she was and threatened to make her pay for the death of their king. Kili and Ori tried to protect her, and the cursed filth pushed them off the edge,” Balin answered, breathing hard and wanting to go after the trio.

“We need to find them,” Thorin said, ready to head back into the cave.

“We will,” Gandalf replied. “Check for injuries first; the smell of blood will draw goblins to us, and we need to avoid that if at all possible. Once Oin is done, we will go and find our missing friends.”

Thorin secured Hawthorn’s blade and staff, then checked his own weapons while he waited for the healer to finish his examinations. He would not leave his One, his sister-son, and cousin in the dark to face whatever was down there.

Mahal, he pleaded silently in his mind. Please keep them safe!

Author’s End Note - A bit of a cliffhanger but not too terrible, I think. I’m going to be hiding in the bunker with the wombats in a couple of chapters, but it couldn’t be helped. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading. See you next time. ~ Laran
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