Kali had taken resident up on the sandy floor near Fili, Kili and Bilbo. As comfortable as the ground was (she thought the ground, trees and floor and such were just as comfortable as beds and furniture), Kali had resorted to conserving her energy since she couldn't get to sleep.

To make matters worse, Bilbo had stood and begun rustling around, silently collecting his things. Quite quiet he was, too, however he'd still caught the drowsy attention of Fili, who thought he was dreaming and rolled over to sleep once more. 

Kali stayed silent as she watched Bilbo, however the nightwatch hadn't stayed so silent, "Where do you think you're going?"

Bilbo stopped right before the exit, feeling the need to give Bofur some type of explanation, "Back to Rivendell."

"No, no," Bofur protested as silently as he could, careful not to wake anyone up, "you can't turn back now, you're part of the Company. You're one of us."

Bilbo sighed, a sad tone in his low voice, "I'm not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door."

Bofur urgently did his best to keep Bilbo where he was, "You're homesick, I understand."

"No, you don't, you don't understand! None of you do -" Bilbo turned to gaze over the sleeping piles of dwarves and a look of pain flashed over him when he caught Kali staring. Slowly, he turned back to Bofur, "you're dwarves. You're used to - to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere," Bofur looked very offended at this statement, and even Bilbo couldn't have tuned out Kali's gasp of pain, "I am sorry, I didn't..."

Bofur shook his head and forced a smile through his heartbreak, "No, you're right. We don't belong anywhere. I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do."

Kali's eyes caught something at Bilbo's side and she sat up, "What's that?"

Bilbo looked at it and slid out his small sword and found it glowing bright blue. Kali quickly glanced at her's and it was the same colour, and I'm sure if anyone looked at Thorin's it would have been in the same condition. 

While he's brought up just now, I should probably reveal that Thorin had been awake this entire time, listening in on Bilbo and Bofur's conversation. When the glowing of the swords was revealed, he jumped up just as a crack had formed in the floor. The grinding of mechanics sounded and mended unevenly with Thorin's shouts, "Wake up. Wake up!"

Kali kicked the two boys that were lying on either side of her, however the attempt was futile. The only thing that had jolted them awake was when the floor opened up into a tunnel of some sort.

No one could escape, so everyone (even the hobbit who had been planning on leaving) was sent sliding down whatever kind of trap they had set off. The chute echoed with the clattering of body against body, body against stone, the petrified screams of the Company and clattering of loose swords.

One by one they began coming to the end of the demonic slide, and one by one the dwarves piled up in a wooden half circle type of crate waiting at the bottom for them. Immediately, they were swarmed by goblins, and very rough ones at that. Everyone out up a fight but were inevitably ushered off down a rickety wooden path that felt as if it would collapse under their weight at any moment. 

A little ways off the entire Company had begun covering their ears and cursing profanities in languages unknown to the goblins. The goblins, however, did not hear too many of them over the ruckus that was being created by the battering of various metals that created such a reverberation the Stone Giants outside could probably hear them (this ruckus is the reason the dwarves had been covering their ears, you see). Through her hands and hair and groans, Kali could hear, loudly and clearly, the terrible words of a horrible song that gave her a crawly feeling (and I can assure you that she was not the only one who felt that way).

Clap snap, the black crack

Grip, grab, pinch, nab

Batter and beat

Make 'em stammer and squeak

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town  

With a swish and a smack

A whip and a crack

Everybody talks when they're on my rack

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town 

Hammer and tongs, get out your knockers and gongs

You won't last long on the end of my prongs

Clash, crash, crush and smish

Bang, break, shiver and shake 

You can yammer and yelp

But there ain't no help

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town! 

The Company had reached the end of the walkway halfway through the song. It ended in a platform with a large throne on it (all of this down here is made of wood, of course, and not very well I may add). Standing on that platform, in front of that throne, was a very very large goblin. A great ugly thing he was, with a fat wobbly chin that was covered in angry red warts, and a large belly to match. The look in his beady black eyes gave word that he'd lost sanity the day he was born. He was the one who was singing that awful song, "Catchy isn't it?" his question was more of a statement as he stepped on a pile of smaller goblins to hoist himself into his throne, "It's one of my own... compositions..." he droned maliciously.

"That's not a song," Balin piped up from behind Thorin, "It's an abomination!"

"Abomination!" the Great Goblin shouted, "Mutations... Deviations. That's all you're going to find down here." Wonderful, Kali thought, wishing nothing more than to be out of that wretched place. The smaller goblins had taken the dwarves' weapons and tossed them haphazardly into a pile up front of the group. The Great Goblin jumped back out of his seat, leaning towards the dwarves, "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" 

"Dwarves, Your Malevolence," a goblin stepped forward and bowed his head when he address the Great Goblin.

"Dwarves?" repeated the King.

"We found them on the front porch," the goblin replied, head still bowed slightly.

Quite the measly porch that was, then, Kali thought, glaring at every goblin who looked the wrong way at any of the Company.

"Well, don't just stand there; search them!" the Great Goblin shouted and an uproar ensued, "Every crack, every crevice!"

The goblins got to work, roughhousing each and every dwarf. The couple goblins searching Kali had gotten especially handsy and Kali fought the urge to vomit. One (the one that had searched Oin) had grabbed Oin's ear horn and threw it to the ground, crushing it with it's foot. When Kali noticed this she shouted out and lurched forward, "Hey!"

Another goblin, though, caught her around the waist from behind and prohibited her from moving to help, "What are you doing in these parts?" the Great Goblin demanded, "Speak!" when none of the dwarves spoke, he added, "Well then, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker!" he pointed, sneering, at Ori, "Start with the youngest."

No one liked that idea, as several of the dwarves began struggling, a few breaking free of their goblins to rush protectively in front of Ori before they were all grabbed once again. Thorin stepped forward easily (as if he hadn't been held back by a goblin at all), "Wait."

The Great Goblin sneered no longer at Ori, but instead at Thorin, "Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain," he over-exaggeratedly bowed at Thorin, and paused, straightening himself, "Oh, but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain. And you're not a king. Which makes you nobody, really," his gravelly voice turned dark, "I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg."

Thorin looked up, his features rigid with surprise and disbelief, "Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago."

"So you think is defiling days are over, do you?" the goblin asked skeptically. He leaned towards a stout little goblin sitting inside a basket on a zipline, "Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize."

*

"Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! 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," the Great Goblin's rhyme was off beat and it trailed off as he caught sight of Kali, "Except for you, maybe. Perhaps I'll keep you around for... personal pleasures."

A shudder ran up her spine and this time Kali could not resist the urge to vomit. Shoving aside dwarves and goblins, she rushed to a rotting hand railing and leaned over the side, hoping her stomach contents hit a goblin below. Wiping her face she turned angrily to the Goblin, preparing to shout above the others' protests to his statement but her chance flew out the window like a raven when a goblin picked up Thorin's sword, Orcrist, and slid it a fraction from its sheath. 

The following shrieks were so loud Kali was surprised she could hear anything afterwards. The dwarves were shaken, almost fell down for the sheer trembling from the Great Goblin backing up, shrinking into his throne, "I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks!" the surrounding goblins had also begun shrieking, jumping all around on the dwarves. Many of them had whips and ropes, slashing at them all. The ones who were not armed were everywhere else, incapacitating a dwarf for easier biting at them, "Slash them!" The Great Goblin continued, "Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!"

A hoard of goblins now rounded on Thorin and his strength was no match for them all. While he was being held down another pulled free it's knife, preparing to behead Thorin Oakenshield like a pig for slaughter. The more able dwarves could not get to his aid, for the biggest were held by the biggest. 

This, however, was an advantage because Kili, Ori and Kali (being of the smallest build of the group) had the ability to break free. All three struggled and fought against their captors (more so than the rest of the group, that is). Kali was the first to free her arms, and swiftly she grabbed the goblin's knife and sent it spinning through the air, being knocked off her own feet right afterwards. That prevented her from seeing who and where the knife hit.

It hit home, buried up to the hilt in the goblin's head, just as it was pulling back it's own knife. It fell dead on Thorin (who could do nothing about it) just a blinding light appeared. The dwarves all lost their hearing for a moment as a white shockwave ripped through the immediate area, sending goblins flying off their feet and some over the edge of the platform. The wave destroyed the torturing machines. All the torches have been snuffed out from the explosion, and when all the dwarves squinted towards the source they saw a silhouetted figure with a pointy hat, carrying a glowing sword. 

"Take up arms. Fight. Fight!" Gandalf shouted and immediately, the dwarves ripped their stares from the wizard and jumped into action, doing just as he told them and grabbing their weapons from their captors (Oin even reached down and picked up his squashed ear trumpet, squirreling it away as not to lose it in the fuss).

Everyone had picked up each other's weapons and begun randomly tossing swords and daggers around. Bofur had grabbed a sword and tossed it behind him to Bombur. Bombur caught it and belly-bumped a goblin off the edge of the platform as he tossed the sword to its rightful owner, Fili.

Kali (who was somewhat touchy about her weapons being handled by others) went for her's straight away, unsheathing the sword she'd found in the troll hoard. Immediately she became a blur of fur and hair, leather and silver as she fought against the never ending waves of goblins with the rest of the group. 

"He wields the Foe-Hammer, the Beater, bright as daylight!" the Goblin King was lying on the ground, still, from Gandalf's entrance moments before.

"Nori!" someone from behind her called out (she believed it to be Fili, but really who could tell in this state?) causing her to search around for him. Nori was found, on the ground defenseless and in the Goblin King's sights. Just as he swung down down Thorin jumped in front and countered the Goblin's swing, sending him toppling backwards and into the depths below.

"Follow me," Gandalf shouted, flailing his arms around, hitting goblins with both his staff and Glamdring, "Quick! Run!"

Quickly and efficiently, the dwarves disentangled themselves from the goblins and followed their wizard friend away from the direct chaos ensuing behind them. As the others are male, they were not as desired to the goblins as Kali was. She'd stood to follow the group just to be caught by the ankle by a goblin. With a thump she fell back down, looking back to see it sneering at her. I've had enough of goblins today, she'd thought, kicking at him. "Get your grubby paws off my boots!" with one finalized kick to his face, the matter of grubbiness on her boots got way worse when her kick bashed through the goblin's skull, freeing his brains. Kali groaned and scrambled to her feet, desperate to find the others and keep with them. 

The bridges were suspended in midair by wobbly posts in the ground and ropes from the cavernous ceiling above, and so Kali had a hard enough time finding them as it was without the flock of goblins on her tail. In obvious speakings, though, a group of dwarves being led by a wizard was not at all too hard to find. She easily caught up and joined in the mass slaughtering of goblins.

"Quickly!" Gandalf repeated with urgency as he sliced the head off yet another goblin that dared step in his path.

"Faster!" someone's indistinguishable voice rang out.

Suddenly Dwalin was up front and Gandalf was towards the back, "Post!" Dwalin cried out. He and several others detached a guardrail from the bridge and hoisted it up, "Charge!" Dwalin shouted, leading the others forward. They'd used the rail to knock down several sets of goblins who brave them head-on. 

When the rail was of no more use, the dwarves exchanged it for their swords and axes and knives once more. If you'd have been there, all you would see would be the blurs of dwarves as they sliced through goblins like a hot knife through butter.

Thorin had a very short break between goblin waves, and in that second he looked up. From a ledge across the way, goblins were swinging towards the Company, "Cut the ropes!" Thorin called out to anyone who would listen and sadly the first to hear him was Kali. Insufferable dwarrowdam, he cursed, cutting the intended ropes. A raised bridge fell over and the swinging goblins became entangled in it, sending them flying in every direction. 

Suddenly they were running once more, and again Kali had issues getting away from the goblins. She swung her sword at every goblin that jumped at her in order to stay paced with Dwalin, who was running ahead of her. Somehow, a ladder had gotten over a gap in the walkway and Dwalin (not realizing Kali was behind him) had stepped to safety and cut the ladder in half when Kali was only halfway over. Realizing his mistake as soon as he made it, Dwalin reached wildly out for her. Luckily, Kali had enough sense to reach out as well and Dwalin was able to quickly pull her to safety.

The next bit of running is a bit of a blur for every one of the dwarves, and soon they found their path blocked by the Great Goblin (if you remember, had a strike deflected so well by Thorin, it had sent the Great Goblin stumbling backwards into a ravine), "You thought you could escape me?" he stepped forward, swinging his Ram-Skull mace at Gandalf. Gandalf, in return, fell backwards (he was caught and pushed upright once more by Nori and Ori, do not worry), "What are you going to do now, wizard?"

Gandalf lept forward with great agility and jabbed his staff into the Goblin's eyeball, "Ow, ow, ow!" Gandalf again struck out, this time with Glamdring at the Great Goblin's belly. He fell to his knees, clutching his wound, "That'll do it." Again, Gandalf wordless jumped forth, this time getting a slice to the Goblin's throat.

The weight of the corpse was too much for the old wood and everything snapped. The section that the dwarves were falling on began falling deeper into the darkness below, everyone aboard screaming in terror at what was to come of them. Kali, Oin and Bofur were clinging for dear life to on of the posts as they yelled out. Soon the bottom of the mountain neared and the wood collapsed, heaping atop the Company.

Bofur groaned, "Well, that could have been worse."

Indeed it could have been, and it became worse. At that moment the lifeless body of the King fell on top of the wreckage, squashing the dwarves further and making them cry out in pain (Thorin even thought he caught a snippet of an elvish curse). 

"You've got to be joking!" Dwalin shouted angrily.

One by one the dwarves helped each other out of the wood, Thorin being one of the first helped. Kali had just begun helping Gandalf count heads when Kili's shout rang out, "Gandalf!"

Everyone followed his upward gaze to find a fast moving wave of hideous creatures running down the mountain, "There's too many!" Dwalin yelled, "We can't fight them!"

Kali whipped her head around and whispered one word at Gandalf, "Sunlight!"

He nodded and called, "Only one thing will save us: daylight! Come on! Here, on your feet!"

He helped up Kili and began leading the way to safety. Kali stayed put and counted every one quick before she too took off in a run, not knowing she'd forgotten the most important member of the Company had been missing for quite some time.