Vanáezae's eyes snapped open at the sound of hushed whispering. Only two voices were speaking, Bofur and Bilbo. She sat up and looked at them, listening to their conversation. One she had heard too many times.

"You're homesick, I understand," Bofur tried to comfort Bilbo.

"No you don't, you don't understand! None of you do you're dwarves! You're used to-to this life. To living on the road, never sticking in one place not belonging anywhere!" Bilbo said, quickly realising what he said.

She could see Bofur look down in slight hurt.

"Look I'm sorry I didn't," Bilbo cleared his throat.

Bofur looked back up to Bilbo, "No you're right," he looked around at the company. Seeing that Vanáezae was awake and listening. "We don't belong anywhere."

Vanáezae could hear a slight disappointed sigh come from Thorin. He was listening as well. Vanadessë suddenly sat up and walked over to Bofur and Bilbo, Vanáezae's eyes following her questionably.

"That's not true Bofur," Vanadessë said.

Thorin shifted slightly so he was looking at her but no one noticed.

"It is true miss Vanadessë. We don't belong anywhere," Bofur turned his attention to his friend.

"You belong with your family and friends. There's a saying where I come from, and that is, 'Home is where the heart is.'"

A silence fell over them and all we could hear is the snoring from Bombur.

"I wish you luck on your journey Bilbo," said Vanadessë.

Bilbo nodded thanks to her and began walking out of the cave when something caught Bofur's eye. A dim blue light.

"What's that?" Bofur nodded to Bilbo's sword.

Bilbo stopped and turned to look at him. He followed Bofur's gaze to his sword and slowly unsheathed his sword. A horrified expression came upon Vanadessë's face and Vanáezae's. A low rumbling could be heard from beneath the company. Vanáezae could see Thorin looking down to the ground as the sand beneath them seeped into cracks.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Thorin roared.

At the sound of his command the dwarves began arousing. But it was too late. The floor fell from beneath then and they fell with it. Vanáezae slammed into the corners and slid painfully down the chute. She landed with a thud in what seemed to be a giant cage made from rotting bones. She instantly knew where they were. Goblin Town.

Vanáezae tried to get up but Vanadessë slammed down onto her back, along with the rest of the company. Vanáezae groaned and became still as Bombur's weight landed on them. The weight upon her made her squeak. She'd never squeaked before! Not till now that is.

The dwarves seemed to realize they were squishing Vanáezae and Vanadessë and immediately got off the two. Some helped them up while the others tried to recuperate. Vanáezae heard the sound of clicking and the shrieking of goblins in the distance. Vanadessë looked gave her friend a look full of disdain.

Vanáezae quickly grabbed her daggers and hid them in her boots. Her bow and quiver was left with the rest of the stuff that didn't fall down the whole. Luckily, she still had her sword. Vanadessë did the same with her twin knives, hiding them in her boots and looked fearfully at the goblins.

The horde of goblins suddenly hit them, dragging them from the cage they landed in. The goblins crawled in a frenzy to reach the company, grabbing them roughly and shoving them along. One grabbed Vanáezae and she snarled and punched the disgusting creature. More of them grabbed her and shoved her along with the others. One of them slapped Kili upside the head and began fighting them. Vanáezae snarled and threw some of the goblins holding her over the edge. She began to kick, slap, and punch any Goblin that came between her and Kili. The goblins took a hint and didn't go between them.

The company was swept along through twists and turns of a vast network of tunnels and wooden bridges. No one noticed Bilbo slip away. They came to a stop before a giant goblin on a throne of bones. The giant goblin held a crude looking mace topped with a skull.

This goblin was far larger than any of the others. Covered in boils and warts, and a huge chin swung back and forth as he coughed. It was a disgusting sight to behold. Their weapons were tossed into a pile as the "King" rose from his throne. Trampling several goblins as he did so.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" He screeched.

"Dwarves your Malevolence," a goblin snarled.

"Dwarves?" The Goblin King hissed.

"Found 'em on the front porch."

"Well don't just stand there, search them! Every crack, every crevice."

Goblins surged forward, snatching and shoving at them. One made the mistake of searching Vanáezae in the wrong place. She released her arm from a goblin and punched the one that dared touch her. Only another replaced him. And more goblins came up and restrained her. She grabbed the goblins arm and flipped him over her shoulder and to the floor. Suddenly six goblins came at her and restrained her again.

"Let her go!" shouted Kili.

"Get your hands off me!" Vanáezae screamed at the goblins that were manhandling her.

"Bring her forward!" yelled the Goblin King. The goblins dragged Vanáezae to the front of the group. "Well, a lady amongst dwarves. We best be on our best behavior!" Goblins laughed. "What would you be doing with them?" the Goblin King asked.

"They were...um. They are my escort to," Vanáezae trailed off. "To Lake Town."

The Goblin King didn't seem to believe her. "Then why would you need 14 men to escort you?"

"Safety in numbers."

"I doubt that. Put her back with her friends."

The goblins shoved Vanáezae roughly into the dwarves. She landed next to Dwalin and he helped her up. She gave a nod in thanks and he returned the gesture.

"What are you doing in these parts?" the giant goblin asked. No one answered. "Speak," he demanded. Still, no one answered. "Very well. If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler, bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the woman!" he pointed to Vanáezae.

"Wait!" Thorin shouted, making the goblins stop before they can reach her.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is," the Goblin King smirked as Thorin stepped closer.

Vanadessë rushed forward to try and stop him but Vanáezae grabbed her before she could move more than three feet. She shook her head no at Vanadessë. The woman only gave her a worried glance and turned her attention to Thorin.

"Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. King under the Mountain," the Goblin King gave a mock bow.

Vanáezae glared at the horrid beast. Vanadessë probably wished that he'd drop dead then and there.

"Oh but I'm forgetting, you don't have a Mountain. And you're not a King. Which makes you, nobody really," he added, smirking at Thorin.

That did it. Vanadessë rushed out of Vanáezae's grasp and stood just behind Thorin.

"He's more of a king than you'll ever be," she snarled.

"We'll get to you later deary," the Goblin waved her off and turned his gaze back to Thorin. "I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head. Nothing attached."

Thorin glanced at the giant goblin. Anger and small confusion written on his face.

"Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. The Pale Orc, astride a white warg."

Thorin froze, "Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago." Venom laced his words.

"So you think his defiling days are down do you?"

The Goblin King gave a cruel laugh and turned to a deformed goblin sitting on a strange seat of some kind.

"Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him, I have found his prize," said the Goblin King.

The mutilated goblin wrote it down on a pad-like thing. He then pulled a lever and was sent on a pulley into the darkness. Vanáezae could hear the mini goblin laugh as it wheeled away.

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