Lover, Fighter

Goblin-Town

You woke up with the one hell of a headache but soon discovered that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't move a muscle. You couldn't even open your mouth. A quiet whine escaped from you and that was when you could hear commotion around you starting.

"Looky looky, it's awake!" someone said and poked at you with something and that earned a low growl from you.

Opening your eyes you'd see where you were, inside the mountain, in Goblin-town.

Goblins kept puzzling around you, laughing and chattering among themselves. You didn't catch every word they said but one thing came clear quickly. You were there for their entertainment because the last entertainer died and the other one, what was it, your head was still foggy and it hurt so half of the information you surely could have used went right past you. But as your surroundings made more sense to you, you discovered that they tied you up: your legs, your muzzle ( so, they weren't so stupid after all as they seemed, who'd thought? ) and also they had bound your middle section.

"Let's show it to the king. He'll be very pleased that it could catch us such an enjoyable thing."

It? What? Who? You didn't have a clue what they were talking about but you didn't have time to think about that because a flock of goblins heaved you toward the king's throne room...that's what they called it as you kept looking at a pile of wood and bones massed together?

You had seen a lot of throne rooms in your life and that, you would have laughed but as your snout tied up, it was a little difficult but it didn't stop a low growl coming up from your chest as you watched their so-called king's grotesque performance. If you weren't bound to the floor, you could have separated that not so pretty little head off of his shoulders with a single bite.

"What do we have here? Hmmm..... a giant wolf. My my, what a specimen. It did a wonderful job this time. Lock her up! Keep her fed enough, so she has the strength to meet our other champions!" king shouted and you couldn't hold back a shiver that shook your whole body.

What "it" they keep talking about you kept wondering while the goblins took you to the lower regions where there were enormous cages, quite strong ones too by the looks of it. Once they had you in one of the cages, they carefully untied your ropes but didn't touch your muzzle, smart, again. When you were free enough to shake off the remaining ropes they ran out and locked the door in a lighting speed leaving you deal with the rope around your jaws.

You used your front paws to get that rope off of your snout and then shook yourself violently like it would help get rid of all that stench from your fur. Then you turned your head to look around and quickly concluded that it would be better if you didn't turn into your human form.

Remaining as a wolf would help you to stay alive, for now at least. Apparently, these cages were made for skin-changers because there was no way you could squeeze yourself between those bars and getaway. So you were stuck, awesome.

The bars were made of metal, they were thick, very thick, and close to each other, so you couldn't even bite your way out when the time would present itself. The ground was surprisingly sandy but you could see on the mountain wall that there were claw marks all over it, dried bloodstains, like someone, was trying to climb up. You weren't the first in here, and not the last, you were sure of it, that made you whine a little and in your mind, you wished that Thorin and the others would come to rescue you.

Walking around in that little prison you sniffed the ground and your nose picked up a scent that was oddly familiar.

How's that possible?