As we stand surrounded by goblin guards, we listen to the Goblin king sing a horrible song while other goblins grab torture machines.

"Bones with be shattered, necks will be wrung! 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 or Goblin-town!"

As he finishes, a goblin unsheathes Orcrist, Thorin's elvish sword. He throws it on the ground as though he's been burned and the King backs into his throne.

"I know that sword!" he yells. "It is the Goblin-cleaver! The biter! The blade that sliced 1000 necks!"

Goblins begin whipping us, and we try to protect ourselves without success. A goblin whips me repeatedly until I'm on the ground, covering my face with my arms.

"Slash them! Beat them! Kill them!" The King demands. "Kill them all!"

Thorin gets pinned by three goblins, and Fili, Kili, and I try to reach him.

"Cut off his head!" The King orders. A goblin raises a bone knife to Thorin's face and all of a sudden, a bright whitish-blue light shines out and wind blows. Goblins shriek and run while us dwarves are pinned to the ground.

That's when we see him. The silhouette of Gandalf himself. The goblins stare at him in awe, and we watch in relief.

"Take up arms," he says. "Fight. Fight!"

I grab a knife from inside my coat and stab a goblin in the head. It falls to the ground and I battle my way through a cluster of goblins. I grab my axe from the ground and start fighting.

"He wields the Foehammer! The Beater!" the goblin king cries. "Bright as daylight!"

I kill goblins left and right alongside my comrades. I see the Goblin King go off the side of the bridge, but I doubt that's the last we'll see of him.