If this was death, Thorin thought death would be good. It would be good and it would be a place of peace and health and the main thing was – Aria would be okay and she would be happy. A light pierced through the dwarves and the goblin’s eyeballs, but the source of the light none of them could indicate. The light convinced Thorin for a moment that he was actually dead and that the goblins somewhere was cheering on Thorin’s cut off head as it rolled off the cliff. But as the light with no indicated source disappeared, Thorin actually got disappointed and he felt air filling his lungs and his nostrils inhaling a filthy smell. A slight murmur could be heard in the chilly wind which told him that he was not dead and he was not alone. He was right there with his head on its place. Thorin’s heart beat raced away for a moment and once the bright light faded, the torches all around the cave lit their light again, spreading light all around the cave. The company could see again, high up in the roof of the cave and all over the damp cave there laid goblins spread out on their backs, grunting and moaning, trying to understand what had just happened. The company didn’t either and they struggled just as much. Suddenly, Thorin could hear a rapid change in the air and feel feather light footsteps in his back as the footsteps were of course pressed down into the wooden ground and Thorin’s back were being rested against it as well. A great fearsome feeling struck the dwarf that had been beaten so badly the blood stained the ground below him. He felt dizzy but he tried with all his power to blink away the blurriness in his eyes. He tried to get up but that was way too hard, the fear inside of him every growing as he felt the footsteps getting closer. The hairs all over his body raised, a shiver sent down his spine. But suddenly a very familiar face was hovered over him. It was kind, it was beautiful but it was also in pain. Aria cupped Thorin’s face in her hands and pulled back strands of hair from his face. A lot of hair had stuck to Thorin’s face since it was wounded and blood was pouring out. The blurriness faded and a smile snuck onto Thorin’s lips at the very sight of her and he sighed, knowing it would be okay now.
“Thorin!” she yelled, and Thorin flinched to the sound of his name. “You have got to get up!”
Thorin obeyed, doing what he had been told even though he normally wouldn’t take any orders from anyone. He struggled to get a fast grip on the ground with his boots, until eventually Aria had helped him up. Thorin felt the dizziness fade as well and he could finally concentrate on what was going on. Everywhere around him, goblins carpeted the cave floor together with some of his own dwarves.
“Take up arms…”
Thorin had heard another very familiar voice, source from a couple of metres right in front of him. As a mysterious fog had cleared out of the cave, the Dwarf and the Elf was met by an old, familiar looking man, wrinkly and with a long grey top hat. He was calm and peaceful as he carefully took a step forward, awaiting the dwarves awakening. They did not respond to his harsh tone and therefore got him to raise his voice. “Fight!” he yelled the word out twice. That got them all startled and got all of the dwarves onto their feet as Thorin growled and reached for his sword that was lying naked on the ground. The blade’s shell he strapped to his waist and fought his way through the cave together with Aria, his companions of his own kin and the wizard that had just saved their skin.
The goblin king were still lying flat on the ground on his left waist, terrified he was and with his big eyes almost popping out from their place. He didn’t dare to stop them but instead he simply pointed towards Thorin and his sword and shrieked,
“He wields the Foe-hammer – the beater!” the giant king with the foul face would not dare to move but only watched the dwarves from beside his throne, gaining their weapons, passing them to each other. But as the goblin finally had the guts to do anything with his club raised high in the air, ready to strike Thorin down, Kili warned him about his approach and the goblin was cut in the arm by Thorin’s famous blade. The giant goblin roared, stumbled back and fell off the cliff, into the darkness that was headed downwards in the cave. That sword was their greatest weapon now, but also their fury. The company could feel it boiling inside of them and their wild temper was about to be set loose as they cut off all of the goblin’s heads, arms and whatever else came in their way. They were warriors, not some simple dwarves from a kingdom Erebor and not some lazy, stupid dwarves that Thorin would claim them to be. They used themselves of the tools in the cave, such as long logs that was cut off from their ropes holding them on a fit place. They shoved a ladder over the goblins’ heads, getting them to back off, later to fall off a cliff. They dived, they ran, they jumped and twirled, they daggered and stung, flung and cut – all of that and they worked together. With Gandalf in the lead, Aria right behind him, then Thorin and the two youngest dwarf brothers afterwards, joining up with all the rest of the company behind them, they fought themselves through the cave, ending up having a clear, narrow path ahead of them through the cave. Suddenly, there were not a single goblin in sight which was for the dwarves quite odd and in fact disturbing as they kept twirling and turning their heads all around as they kept running through the high-roofed cave.
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The Hobbit - An Unexpected Journey Edition (IN EDITING)
Fanfiction*This story is under editing* He was Earthly; she was Aerial. He was made of clay and iron, his mind was blood and gold; she was made of fire and dreaming, despite her shadows running cold. Two, of a different kin; their minds so devoured in hate...
