Calm The Fire: 54

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“My Bilbo Baggins.” Bilbo said while flicking his sword in Gollum's direction.

Gollum looked at him dumbly, seemingly dumbstruck for the moment over the answer he had received. “Bagginses. What is a Bagginses, precious?”

“I'm a...Hobbit from the Shire.” Bilbo answered.

“Oh!” Gollum exclaimed sounding suddenly cheery. “We like Goblinses, and batses, and fishses, but we hasn't try Hobbinses before! Is it soft? Is it juicy?” Gollum slowly edged closer while looking up at Bilbo with a hungry gaze.

“Now! Now...keep your distance!” Bilbo waved his sword back at Gollum. “I don't...I don't want any trouble, you understand? Just show me the way out of here and I’ll be on my way.”

Taking a step behind a rock which was in between them, Gollum placed his hands on it and looked at him curiously. “Is it lost?”

“Yes,” Bilbo answered breathlessly. “I want to get unlost, as soon as possible.”

Gollum's face peeked up and over the rock. He looked at him with an eerily happy look. “Oh! We knows! We knows a safe path for Hobbitses. Safe path in the dark. Shut up!” He explained rather helpfully with a point in the right direction, only to turn bitter again and frown deeply.

With a frown of his own, Bilbo looked at him strangely. “I didn't say anything.”

Gollum who had disappeared behind the rock, peeked up again. He shot Bilbo a narrow eyed look. “I wasn't talking to you.” He said seriously. “Oh yes, we...we was, precious, we was.”

“Look, I...I don't know what your game is, but I...”

“Games?!” Gollum looked excited by the mere mention of the word. “Oh we love games, doesn't we, precious? Does it like games? Does it, does it, does it like to play?” Gollum shot in Bilbo's direction while leaping up to sit on the rock he was hiding behind. He let out a throaty laugh at the possibility of a gaming partner, all the while Bilbo looked even more defeated by the situation he had found himself in, he lifted his sword back up not liking Gollum's sudden movement again.


“Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung, and you'll be beaten and battered from racks you'll be hung. You will die down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin Town!” Came the out of tune warbling voice of the Great Goblin as numerous torture devices were suddenly brought forwards from their secret hiding places.

While he was seemingly happily singing away, while waving his arms around, one of the Goblins had taken to going through their possessions. Slowly one of them picked up Thorin's sword, he unsheathed it slightly only to hiss and drop it to the ground, it was glowing blue.

With a great recoil the Great Goblin withdrew and seemed to cower on his throne. “I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver! The Biter! The blade that sliced a thousand necks!” He explained with a wavering voice. As he was explaining the surrounding Goblins had taken to jumping and swarming the group again. “Slash them! Beat them! Peel them and kill them all!” He shouted his orders. “Cut his head off!” He exclaimed as one of the Goblins had managed to get a hold of Thorin, who continued to try and escape the clutches of his capture, though he stared wide eyed at the jagged blade which was held in front of his face. Just as the blade drew closer a blinding flash of white erupted through the dingy cave.

Through the sudden darkness which appeared after the blinding flash, a familiar grey cloaked figure appeared. “Take up arms, and fight.” He commanded coolly while looking to the company who were laying trying to push Goblins off of themselves and follow through with his words.

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