The goblin king sat proud and majestic as he observed the scene below him.

He had thin scraggly, greasy hair and warts and boils covered most of his body, his belly hung over a rag which was used to keep his decency, upon his head was a crown made of thorns and in his hand he held a staff with a skull resting on the top.

The goblin king stood up and loads of goblins piled at his feet like pathetic servants, they were soon squashed like bugs when the goblin king stood on them.

"Who dares enter my domain armed?, thieves! Spies!! Assassins!!!" He shouted "dwarves your malavolance and a dwelf" said a goblin.

"A dwelf, bring me the dwelf" the goblin King said whilst his eyes scanned over the company, a goblin came over a tried to drag you over to the king but you refused and pulled your wrist back, other goblins came to help and the dwarves kept pulling you back while you struggled to get away.

The goblins held the dwarves back and managed to pull you over to the goblin king, "don't touch me!" You shouted at the goblin.

"A very pretty dwelf she is as well, what is your name my dear" he said and you refused to answer only glare at him while the goblins held your wrists down stopping you from attacking the piece of filth in front of you.

"I said what is your name?" He demanded his patience obviously wearing thin, the goblin king leaned in a bit closer "i think I might keep you here with me" he said reaching his hand out towards your face.

You took this opportunity to spit right in his face, the goblin king stepped back and wiped his face whilst you spat out "go to hell" with such venom in your voice that most of the goblins stepped away from you.

The goblin king glared at you while you glared back "you can stay and rot with your friends".

"Search them! And while your at it bring out the mangler! Bring out the bone crusher!!" He shouted "ladies first though" he said as the goblins took out all your weapons that you had.

A goblin managed to fins a sword wrapped up in Thorin's coat and unsheathed it only to back away in horror and scream, all the other goblins backed away "it is the goblin cleaver! The sword which has killed so many of our kind!! Kill them!!! Kill them all!!!!" He shouted.

The goblins attacked everyone and one of them managed to get thorin on the floor "bring me his head" the goblin king bellowed as a goblin raised a knife above his head, you pulled out a throwing knife and it aimed it towards his head, the knife hit the goblin straight in his head as his eyes rolled back and his body went limp and fell of thorin.

You found everyones weapons and threw them so they could kill the goblins, gandalf appeared and signaled for everyone to follow them, everyone ran and the goblins pursued them.

And so began the most life changing race of your life...