Author's Note: Hello Lovely Hobbit/Thorin Fans! Thank you to those that have kept on reading, kept with me, and have read and commented. Love you all!

Disclaimer: I do not own, I repeat, DO NOT OWN The Hobbit! All rights belong to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. So anything you notice that was from the movie or the book belongs to these lovely people who bought Middle Earth to life. And any grammar mistakes you notice I am so sorry, it is very hard to notice them with the kindle because everything is so small lol and once I find a good charger I will fix it right away. But I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it because, we are now in Goblin Town! Enjoy! (I do hope that this chapter didn't seem totally rushed...I'm a bit worried about that...)

We had fallen through a trap door, tumbling through the endless tunnels, and falling into a wooden cage was confusing to say the least. I had fallen on top the company before tumbling forward to land on my hands and knees. I looked toward our only exit to see a hoard of goblins rushing our way.

"Get up!" I called behind me, unsheathing a dagger from my waist ready to defend myself.

Most of the goblins ran right past me toward the company, while some began to claw at my body, forcing me to shift away from the company.

"Look out!"

"Unhand me!" I growled, reeling my fist back and smashing it against the face of a goblin that held my arm.

I struggled to look behind as I saw some of the company being shoved forward, some walking past me as I put up more of a struggle, slashing the throat of another goblin that had suddenly latched its claws into my arm.

"Do not touch me!" I yelled out, as a taller goblin took a hold of my head and forcefully pushed me forward.

Deeper and deeper they forced us into the tunnels, crossing riggity bridges as all of us kept on struggling to escape. Through the ordeal the goblins began searching us while pushing us forward, confiscating our weapons as we could do nothing but struggle. I was searched head to toe, my swords, daggers, bows and arrow taken as we were dragged away.

From up ahead I could see what looked to be a throne with a massive goblin sitting upon it.

An obnoxious horn was blown, metal gongs were smashed as an out of tune melody began to play. As we got closer, I could see a crown placed on the top of the giant goblin's head...as he coughed up a storm before speaking.

"I feel a song coming on!" The voice of the Goblin King echoed throughout the area.

The music grew louder and I had to cringe and the god awful sound the instruments were making.

Snip snap, the black crack

Grip, grab, pinch, and nab

Batter and beat

Milk 'em, stammer and squeak!

Pound pound, far underground

The Goblin King pushed off of his chair and began to dance in place, screeching the sound out to the beat of the music.

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

(Down, down, down in Goblin Town)

The voices of many sung in unison, repeating what their King had sung in their scratchy voice, screaming and laughing with joy as we got closer to the front.

With a swish and smack

And a whip and a crack

Everybody talks when they're on our rack

Pound pound, far underground

We had reached the platform that held the Goblin King, his humongous form prancing around with his staff in his hand. In closer inspection I could see the throne was constructed of pieces of scrap metal and decorated with piles of bones, possibly from past victims that fell through their trap door.

The goblins were shoving us forward, now blocking the way we came to prevent us from escaping and the Goblin King still began to sing as I felt two huge goblins latch their arms onto mine to prevent me from struggling.

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

(Down, down, down in Goblin Town)

Hammer and torch, get out your knockers and gongs

You wont last long on the end of my prong

Clish, clash, crush and smash

Bang, break, shiver and shake

You can yell and yelp

But there aint no help

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

At the end of the atrocious musical number the Goblin King twirled in place causing us to quickly duck from his staff that would have made contact with our heads if we had not ducked in time. The goblins all around began to cheer for their king as the instruments fell silent.

The Goblin King smirked at us before turning back to climb back onto his chair, the two goblins that held my arms smelled dreadful...like rotting flesh and just a...putrid stench.

"Catchy, isn't it?" The Goblin King spoke. "It's one o my own compositions." He spoke with pride.

"That's not a song, it's an abomination!" Balin called out from beside me causing an uproar from the goblins behind us.

"Abominations, mutations, deviations...that's all you're gonna find down here." Replied the Goblin King as he motioned toward the huge area.

Suddenly the goblins began throwing down our weapons into a huge pile, continuing searching us for more weapons. This caused the Goblin King to jump down from his chair in anger.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?" The Goblin King growled. "Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"

"Dwarves, You Malevolence." A goblin at the front said in his scratchy voice.

"Dwarves?" The Goblin King questioned.

"We found them on the front porch." The same goblin reported.

"Well don't just stand there; search them!" The Goblin King commanded as the goblins all around began pulling at my clothes pulling out more of my hidden weapons. "Every crack, every crevice."

I even felt one of the goblins snicker as I felt something brush against my backside, causing me to react violently, bringing my elbow to connect with his deformed nose. I smirked when I heard a satisfying crunch and a squeal, but that only caused more goblins to close in on myself.

I looked toward the front and saw a bag being dumped out, the bag full of cutlery and candlesticks clattering to the ground.

"It is my belief, your great protuberance, that they are in league with elves!" The same goblin called out, handing a candelabra to their king.

"Made in Rivendell?" The Goblin King examined, scoffing and rolling his eyes. "Bah – Second Age, couldn't give it away!" He exclaims, tossing the thing aside like rubbish into the dark oblivion.

"It's just a couple of keepsakes." I heard Nori defend as some of the dwarves in the company looked his way.

"Now, what are dwarves...doing in these parts! Armed for war!" The Goblin King called out.

"It seems it's not only dwarves you're greatness." A goblin called out, his eyes glancing in my direction. "It would seem they are accompanied by a woman!"

The dwarves attempted to shield me between them, but the goblins on both side of me began to force me forward, pulling me along with them while keeping my arms in their grasp.

"No!" I heard from one of the younger dwarves as I was pulled pass them, I struggled as much as I could which only caused the goblins grip to tighten on my arms, I could feel their claws digging into the fabric of my tunic.

(Third P.O.V)

Bellethiel was forced through the company and now stood in the front of the Goblin King who began to snicker with glee.

"A woman!" The Goblin King giggled out. "Now why would a group of dwarves have such need for such a delicate thing?"

The Goblin King took a step forward as his chubby finger traced the left side of her jaw which caused a spark of anger go through the company who struggled against the restraints of the goblins behind them as the Giant Goblin spoke out.

"I can think of only one reason for a woman to be in the company of men." The Goblin King smirked disgustingly, as Bellethiel scrunched her face at the close proximity due to the rancid smell the Goblin King was giving off.

As best as she could, with the two goblins at her side holding her shoulder and arms in place, Bellethiel moved her head away from his finger and spat at his feet. This only caused the Goblin King to let out a menacing giggle.

"Look at this boys! Not just a woman, but a She-Elf!" The Goblin King yelled as one of the goblins holding her gripped her long hair painfully and yanked it back causing an uproar from the company. As much as they disliked Bellethiel in the beginning, no woman should be treated that way "And a special She-Elf as well, look at those piercings!"

Bellethiel grunted in pain as they yanked her head to the side painfully for the Great Goblin to inspect the piercing on her left ear.

"Do you know what those piercings mean boys? This elf belongs to the traitors of Mirkwood!" The Goblin smirked. "The only elves that pierced their ears in belief that they were doing the right thing, by going back for those dwarves. Who blindly followed their traitorous captain! You know what I would have done to traitors, instead of banishment I would have struck down those rebels that defied my command. As a show of my authority and power, the consequence for any who would dare try again."

The two forced Bellethiel to her knees the moment she began to struggle more in anger, growling at the Goblin in front of her.

"I mean, I feel bad for you elves, truly I do. Following a captain that cared not for the lives of his loyal followers, the lives he ruined." The Goblin mocked.

"You speak as if you know these elves." Bellethiel growled out.

"Did you not get separated from your kin?" The Goblin snickered. "Your captain had no concern that he was tearing families apart, causing all of you to lose your home! His only goal was to help those dwarves, only to have them always hating you in the very end."

Bellethiel had ceased her struggling, stopped putting up a fight as she slumped to the ground.

"Rumors spread my dear of your captains rebellion against your king." The Goblin spoke. "The group that defied their King and returned to help dwarves that would forever despise you! The group that was banished from their home!"

Bellethiel spoke no more and made no move, she just kneeled there with the goblins holding her arms in place, she looked almost defeated.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

Goblins...always getting under your skin, they're just asking to get their throats slit.

The more this blob of flesh talked, the more I wished my sword was in my grasp so I could slit his throat and end his pitiful life.

I had ceased my struggle not in defeat, but in anger at the weight of the truth he spoke.

"Am I upsetting you dear?" The Goblin King mocked, appearing in front of my face.

Even though it wouldn't have made a difference, I reeled my head back and slammed it against the Goblin King's forehead.

He let out a howl of pain as I felt a stinging sensation on the side of my face, courtesy of the goblin standing beside me causing a reaction through out the company.

Regaining his composure the Goblin King growled at me, holding his forehead as he got to eye level with me.

"We're going to have much fun with you little She-Elf." The Goblin King grumbled before looking behind me. "Now, I'll ask again before being introduced to your lovely woman companion, what are you doing in these parts? Speak!"

I heard silence from the company before the Goblin King scoffed.

"Well then, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk!" The Goblin King proclaimed, causing cheer to erupt from all around. "Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest."

'Kili...' I thought before struggling hard against my captors as I heard shouts from the company.

"Wait!"

I took a glance over my shoulder and saw Thorin step forward, separating himself from the company, and faced the Goblin King with his head held high.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, King Under the Mountain." The Goblin King proclaimed in a mock bow. "Oh, but I'm forgetting you don't have a mountain, and you're not a king. Which makes you...nobody really."

The Goblin King spared a glance my way before scoffing.

"I'm a bit surprised that an elf is in your company, but figures one such as this would try to come to the aid of dwarves. Foolish she-elf." The Goblin King laughed.

His attention went back to the dwarf king, letting out a puff of air, clearly enjoying tormenting our little group.

"I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head," the great goblin chuckled. "nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. The pale orc astride a white warg."

"Azog The Defiler was destroyed, he was slain in battle long ago." Thorin growled out.

"So you think hes defiling days are done, do you?" The Goblin let out a sickening laugh, before turning to a small orc on a pulley. "Send word to the Pale Orc, tell him I found his prize."

The small goblin let out a chuckle of excitement as he wrote in a parchment he held before pulling a lever, disappearing to who knows where, his laughter echoing from all over.

The Goblin let out a gleeful laughter, prancing ungracefully around the wooden board we were all on, the floor board vibrating terribly as he trudged along.

I felt the grip of the two giant goblins on my side loosen as they laughed along with their king, allowing me just enough movement to reach for a small hidden blade that was tucked in my boot that the searching goblins have overlooked.

In a flash I pulled it out and aimed it for the Goblin King, my dagger flying past his head, so close to hitting its target. This ceased the laughter and jolly making of the group and king.

The giant goblin turned in my direction, he growled at me before barreling toward me, reaching out and gripping me tightly around the waist.

"You Mirkwood elves are such irritable company, such feral creatures...so much different from their kin." His grip began to tighten by the second, causing me to gasp out in pain. "I should just kill you now, end your miserable existence, I mean what more can a Mirkwood traitor loose?"

I grit my teeth, refusing to submit to the pain, and did the only thing I could think of...I spit in his face.

The Goblin King growled and threw me to the ground, my body skidding and landing in front of Thorin as I felt two pair of claws dig into my arms and forced me to sit up.

"Bellethiel!"

"Bellethiel, such a pretty name." I heard the Goblin King laugh. "You will make such great entertainment when your companions are dead and gone."

I had difficulty breathing, as I glared up at the Goblin King, but this only seemed to fuel his merriment. And it got worse when I head the squeaking of wheels headed our way, for he then began to sing once more, accompanied with dreadful dancing.

Bones will be shattered

Necks will be rung

You'll be beaten and battered

From racks you'll be hung

You will lie down here and never be found

Down in the deep of Goblin Town.

A squeal of pain, the clatter of metal on ground, caused the Goblin King to jump back onto his chair in fright as he pointed in my direction. I took a glance to the left of me and saw Thorin's sword lay half out of its sheath and smirked.

"I know that sword, it is the Goblin Cleaver, the Biter." I saw a goblin pull back its whip, bringing it down on the dwarf king. "The blade that sliced a thousand necks. Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!"

A group of goblins began overthrowing Thorin, bringing him to the ground as I struggled to break free from my captors.

'Im so close...' I thought as I broke free from one, only to be tackled down by another.

Suddenly the Goblin on top Thorin bought out a jagged dagger, holding it above the king, ready to take off his head and a sudden wave of panic washed through me as I struggled harder.

"THORIN!"

A blinding white light lit up the darkness, a loud boom resonated throughout the tunnel, bringing everyone to the floor.

Through the smoke and kicked up fallen debris I saw a figure come forth, wielding a staff and sword.

'Gandalf...' I thought, quickly recovering from the sudden stun and made a dash to check Thorin, kicking the Goblin that lay on top.

"Take up arms. Fight. Fight!" Gandalf's voice boomed.

I pushed another goblin away before reaching down and taking a hold of Thorin's hand, hauling him to his feet. Our eyes met for a brief second and I saw something I did not understand. An emotion I could not pinpoint...gratitude? Sympathy? I did not know.

He nodded to me before I swung my arm back and hit a goblin that was coming up from behind.

"He wields the Foe-Hammer, the Beater, bright as daylight!" The great goblin yelled out in fear from where he lay.

"Belle!"

I looked back just in time to see Bofur throw me my sword, I took a hold of the sheath, grasped the handle and pulled out Ringil in one fluid motion, slicing through as many goblins as I could.

"Bofur!" I called gaining his attention. "My bow and arrows!"

"Still among the pile!" Bofur replied, swinging his mattock down on a goblins foot.

I ran toward the pile, spotting where my bow and arrows lay forgotten. And the only thing blocking me from my weapons was a bigger sized goblin in my path.

I slid between its legs, taking a hold of my bow and notched back an arrow, firing it into the back of the goblins head before he could turn around.

I took down as many as I could, blocking any that tried to sneak up on any of the company and when I turned around I saw The Goblin King trudging toward Thorin, his staff held high above his head.

"Thorin!" I called out running as fast I could to reach him.

I had got to him just in time and swung my sword up, the clang of steel hitting the staff rang loud, causing the Goblin King to lose balance at the sudden disturbance.

But before the Goblin King fell over the side, his hand got a hold on my leg, bringing me over the edge with him. I took my free leg and gave a forceful kick to his face causing him to release my leg. I reached out to catch one of the ledges and pulled myself up.

"Belle!"

I looked up and saw some of the younger dwarves leaning over the edge to where I had fallen.

"Go on ahead!" I yelled up from the rickety bridge bellow. "Do not worry about me!"

I started crossing the bridge as quickly as I could, trying my best to push past the goblins blocking my way.

"Run!"

I took a glance up to see the rest of the company following Gandalf close behind. I followed closely beside them with some difficulty due to the goblins attempting to bring me to the ground.

I kept a close eye on the company and saw that they had been split into two groups. I stopped in place and quickly took an arrow from my back quiver and let it fly, embedding itself in the back of a goblin that fell over the side, squealing in fright as it took a fall.