FELICITY LOOKED AT THE GROUND, which had started to tremble beneath them, drums were heard and echoed through the cave. The dust and sand was starting to disappear into a disunite in the ground, causing her to shake her head.

Worry had filled her eyes as she looked at Thorin, who met her gaze, the uneasiness written all over his handsome face.

"Wake up!", he yelled, hoping to dismiss the thought of failure in his mind. - his eyes still onto the brunette woman, the failure to not protect her.

"Wake up!"

"Oh dear Valar.. I hope we survive this.", she mumbled and looked at Bofur, who turned towards her, an anxious look onto his face - the one Bilbo was only able to share.

Suddenly, the ground turned around, the thirteen Dwarves, the Hobbit and Felicity herself were falling down through the ground - screams were ringing through the large underground city, as they landed hardly onto their backs in the end after their long slide.

Fel had looked out for Bilbo, who wanted to reach for her hand, yet he was to far behind her, causing him to shake his head and gleam in utter concern at her.

As they landed, Fel let out a huff - the fall onto her back nearly had pushed the air out of her lungs.

With a groan, she tried to sit up, while looking around. It looked like.. the Goblin city she heard about to often - yet never thought it was true, always waving it off as a Legend to scare kids in the depth of the night.

Before Bombur was the last one to land on top of them, causing them all to groan in agnoy and pain.

Felicity's eyes roamed around, her brown ones meeting Thorins worried gaze for her.

He tried to reach out for her, when suddenly the little ugly creatures started to storm towards them, picking them up unwilliginly and rushing off to their King.

Fel's gaze went into pertain, watching Thorin drift away further from her.

Wondering why.

Every other Dwarf fought against them, but not Felicity - she knew when the time was to give up, and so she watched as she was the first one to be dragged off, causing the company to yell after her and get themselves cought as well.

Thorin watched in worry after her, hoping that they wouldn't get seperated from each other.

"Fel!", she heard Bofur yell, but she wasn't even able to turn around and say something back - she was more or less forced to listen to the Dwarves yell out after her.

"Fel!"

Finally, the brunette woman was able to turn around. 

"Felicity!"

Her eyes met Thorin's, whose blue orbs sparkled in apprehension at her, causing her heart to flutter, her expression to change into reassurance. 

She didn't want anybody to worry for her. 

Fel was pushed in the front, only hearing Kili yell out for her. "Leave her alone!"

Hearing a grunt and a punch in return for the Dwarven prince. 

A disorted music started to play, causing Felicity shivers down her spine at the sound of this ugly tunes reaching her hearing. Shivers of cringing went down her spine as she watched the big boss - standing up and starting to sing such an awful tune. 

"I feel a song-", she heard the Goblin King yell, before stomping down from his throne, using his own folk as a stairway. "-coming on!"        

Felicity let out a disgusted look.

"Clap! Snap! the black crack!
Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!
And down down to Goblin-town
You go, my lad!

Clash, crash! Crush, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!
Pound, pound, far underground!
Ho, ho! my lad!

Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!
Work, work! Nor dare to shirk,
While Goblins quaff, and Goblins laugh,
Round and round far underground
Below, my lad!"

"Sin na chen vi ardhon na ú-'ertha vi." (This does not make any sense at all.), she hummed, watching as they stopped in front of a big, fat ugly Goblin - once again climbing onto his throne.

"Get behind us.", Gloin said, shooing the brunette Princess protectively into their middle, her fingers, feeling the soft touch of the Dwarven King's one.

Her head turned towards him, as he slowly and tenderly intervined their fingers with each other, connecting them like it was the most common thing for them. 

She felt her cheeks heat up and flush, sending him a thankful smile.

She didn't think anything of it - more of a reassuring manner from him.

"Catchy, isn't it?", the Goblin King said amused by himself. "It's one of my own compositions."

Balin yelled from behind. "It's not a song! It's an abomination."

"Abomination?!", the King asked loudly and insulted. "Mutations, deviations! That is all you're gonna find down here!"

Suddenly, the brunette woman was ripped from Thorin's touch - him glancing troubled after her soft figure as the Goblin's started to search them - all of them.

"Ey!", Felicity grumbled as she watched the creature touch her on positions nobody ever dared to, causing her to knee him in the stomach and watching proud at herself as he went down, holding his torso in pain. "Don't touch me you filth."

Her sword was taken from her, so they walked away with it and threw it onto the pile of the other weapons, the metall clashing down.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my Kingdom?!", the fat Goblin yelled down at them, he was seemingly upset. "Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"

"Dwarves, and a woman, your Malevolance!"

"Dwarves?", he questioned, letting his eyes wander through the company, a smirk flashing across his face when he met the beautiful face of Felicity. "And.. a woman."

The heart of the Princess started to beat higher in anxiety - not sure what this god damn thing was so evilish about.

"We found them on the front porch!"

"Well? Don't just stand there!", the Goblin ordered. "Search them!"

Felicity looked at him in disgust. "Not again..", she mumbled and simply let it run over her. "Don't touch me."

"-Every crack, every crevice! The woman leave to me!"

"What?", she questioned with a concerned voice, watching as the Dwarves started to fight back.

"It is my belief, you great protuberance.. that they are in league with the elves!", one of the smaller Goblins yelled, handing his King a candle holder.

"Made in Rivendell.", the King read, his eyes now landing onto Felicity one more. "Ah.. Second age, couldn't give it away."

Dori looked judginly at Nori. "Just a couple of Keepsakes.", he said innocently, causing the brunette woman to roll her eyes.

Dwarves..

"What are you doing in these parts? And.. with a worthless woman."

"How nice.."

Oin flashed Fel a smirk, before stepping forward.

"Uh, don't worry, lads! I'll handle this!", he said and walked in front of the fat Goblin.

"Oh.. what's - what's that?"

"No tricks!", the King said in a threatening voice. "I want the truth, warts and all."

He wasn't really smart, Felicity had to admit.

"You're going to have to speak up!", Oin said. "Your boys flattened my Trumpet."

"I'll flatten more than just your trumpet!"

Bofur jumped in to save his friend.

"If it's more information you want, then I'm the one you should speak to!", Bofur explained, with a steady look at the fat King.

Felicity only hoped that he wouldn't to something stupid - because the Goblin King seemed to have cought her with his eyes.

"Mm-hm."

"We were on the roads.", Bofur started. "-Well.. it's not so much a road, as a path. Actually, it's not even that if you come to think of it. It's more like a track.."

Felicity hit herself with the flat palm onto her face, shaking her head and huffing.

"-Anyways, the point it we were on this road, like a path, like a track.. and then we weren't, which is a problem, because.. we were supposed to be-"

"Shut up!", the Goblin King said annoyed. 

"-in Dunland, last tuesday.."

 "Visiting Distant relations!"

"Some inbreds on my mother's side."

"Shut.. up!", the King finally yelled provocated, causing his own kin to wimp in anxiety. "If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk. Bring up the Mangler. Bring up the Bonebraker! Start with the youngest."

And with that, the King pointed at Ori, Fel's heart getting heavy.

She.. had to step in - somehow.

The moment she wanted to step in, and forward - her and Thorin yelled in synch.

"Wait!"

To focused on the fat King, she didn't even have time to look at the other Dwarves, nor Thorin - instead.. she stepped back forward with the head of their Company aside her.

"Well, well, well..", the Goblin King said, the smirk he flashed Fel from before appearing onto his ugly face again. "Look who it is.. Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror.. King.. under the Mountain!"

Felicity watched as Thorin stepped a little more in front of her, his posture seemingly protecting her.

"Oh.. but I'm forgetting.. you don't have a mountain.. and you're not a King, which makes you.. a nobody, really.", he spoke furthermore, then his eyes meeting Felicity's body, a smile appearing onto his face. "While this woman right here.. is the true Queen of Gondor."

The brunette woman felt her heart sink into her trousers - how could this dumb ass thing expose her like that?

"The beautiful woman, Felicity, Isildurs daughter and heir to the throne of Gondor.."

The Princess heard a scoff aside her, causing her to turn to Thorin. He looked at her, betrayal in his eyes - filled with emotional pain.

"I'm no the true heir, you know that.", she sassed back at the fat Goblin, who only chuckled, shaking his head.

"Oh.. you are my pretty Princess.", he smirked. "Your brother left you, abdicated the throne.. leaving you, the second one in line."

"What..?", she heard Thorin mumble aside her, making her gleam worried at her.

God damn it, why did this motherfucker know her identity?

"I know someone, who would pay a pretty price for your head.. and her hand."

Now, Thorin gleamed at her, an unreadable look onto his face.

"Only.. for the both of you - without even anything attached to your body anymore, King under the Mountain.", the Goblin King smiled. "While.. he could retrieve his lost bride once more to get onto the Throne of Gondor."

Felicity felt anxiety rush through her veins. She didn't want to go back to Azog.. she didn't want to be hopelessly delievered to that god damn Orc.

"Perhaps.. the two of you know whom I speak of.. An old enemy of yours.. and future husband.. a pale Orc.. astride a white Warg."

"Azog, the defiler was destroyed.", Thorin finally spoke up, his voice filled with anger. "He was slain in battle a long time ago."

"So you think his defiling days are over, do you?", he questioned, a grin flashed towards Fel as he laughed. "His bride fled away over two weeks ago."

Thorin looked at Felicity, betrayal in his eyes.

He knew she can't be trusted.. what did he think else would be?

"Thorin-", Fel softly tried, a pleading look onto her dirtied and blood dried face. She felt sorry, her heart broke.

"Leave me alone.", heh grumbled, turning away from her and giving her the cold shoulder, leaving her to clench her jaw and turn towards the fat King.

Felicity closed her eyes, turning around to the Dwarves, searching for the Hobbit she didn't seem to see since they got here.

So he made it out, Bilbo was safe. 

The brunette woman swalled the limp in her throat and exhaled a deep breath she took before and walked to the Goblin King. 

She had to do the right thing.. Even if it cost her either her own life or her.. freedom.

"Cuiva i Valar hiruva nîn ennas.", (May the Valar protect me in the future.), she pleaded towards the ground, with her eyes closed as she took a step forward, Bofur's face looking at her with a confused look.

"Fel?", he questioned, gathering the others attention, and their eyes landing concerned onto her.

They weren't mad at her for not telling her.. but Thorin felt betrayed, after trusting her so much.. yet.. he couldn't help but worry about her. 

Just because he was mad and upset with her, doesn't mean he's not caring about her either.

"Goblin King!", Felicity yelled at him, now gaining his attention towards her. "You seem to be in for deals! Then let's negotiate."

The fat creature turned towards her, a suspicious, yet curious look onto his ugly face onto her.

"If you let them go, telling Azog they fled and left me, I will pay you way more than him.", she said at the ugly Goblin, causing him to raise his eyebrows at her. "Whatever it is, I will give you every little thing you desire."

"What are you doing?", she heard Fili from behind yell at her. "Do you wanna kill yourself?"

The Goblin King shook his head. "You have something in mind.. you think I am that blunt?", he questioned, angrily stomping with his spear onto the ground. "For that I would have to make you suffer!"

He believed for the young woman to duck away, or at least take step back - but to the Dwarves, and Goblin King's surprise, she didn't even flinch, still holding onto the same position she was in before.

"I hold nothing for those Dwarves.", Felicity lied, hurting herself with those words, sadly - convincing the Company of Thorin way to much with it.

"Why would I agree to your deal?", he questioned, still inquisitive glancing down to the beautiful woman and even thinking for his price. "Why would I dare to take Azog's anger upon me?"

Felicity took a deep breath. "Because I was the one wanting to gift him those Dwarves, and Thorin as well.", she said, turning her head to the name she had just spit like it was poison, flashing him an apologetic look - making him realise what she did. 

She wanted to sacrifice herself for them.

"Tell me your price, it can be anything you ever desired.", Felicity said, knowing that she was going to regret that as soon as she ended the sentence, while the King's smirk grew wider and wider. 

"Well..", the Goblin King said, getting closer to the brunette woman, his tongue licking over his lips, while she just felt shivers down her spine in disgust. She hoped it was the right way. "I ever wondered how the most beautiful woman, more graceful than Eleven Lady Galadriel ever was, tasted."

The brunette Princess had many gags to swallow, as well as her little Lembas she took from Imladris.

No. Ew and more importantly, no.

"Felicity, no!", she heard Kili and Bofur yell concerned, while Thorin just shook his head. She gave up so many things.. just for them to leave this disgusting place - and fool Azog.

"Fel! Don't do it!"

"No, please!"

The brunette woman turned her head over her shoulder, locking eyes with the protesting Dwarves. "Fine.", she said, an lovingly expression lingering in her brown eyes as she met Thorin's eyes, while mouthing the words - 'I am sorry.'

As the Goblin King wanted to get closer to her, she took a step back, her eyes closed and hoping that it was over soon, that she hoped it was worth putting herself into that misery. But before he even could touch her with his big, fat and ugly hands, she jumped slightly.

One of his Goblins had shrieked after touching Thorin Oakenshield's found sword - Orcrist.

Exhaling a breath, she turned around to the Company, a single tear softly falling down her cheek bones, kissing her tender skin on it's way down as her face was still with a little scared expression.

The Dwarves looked at her - their faces filled with worry and concern for the young woman that was sacrificing herself for them.. Fel only had hoped that Gandalf would come soon to help her out, otherwise she really was doomed.

"I know that sword!", the Goblin King screamed anxiously and crawled back to his throne while pointing at the weapon. "It is the Goblin-Cleaver! The biter! The blade that sliced a thousand necks!"

Felicity was the only one spared from the bad treatment now, looking from the King towards her friends, watching as the creatures whipped them. "Slash them!", the Goblin King ordered and looked at Fel with a longing look, causing her eyes to go wide and shake her head.

"No!", she yelled and turned around, wanting to run away and grab a weapon - killing the little Goblins that hurt her friends. "Let them go!"

"Fel..", she heard Bofur's panting and soft voice. "Run away!"

The brunette woman shook her head, her eyes gleaming timoriously at the Dwarves - turning around and suddenly facing the big, fat stomach of the Goblin King.

He smirked at her and stretched his hands out to her, while ordering his kin to kill them - all of them.. to slash Thorin's head off of his shoulders.

The Goblin King grabbed her, lifting her in the air with his sweaty and smelly hands, bringing her closer to him,

"No.", Felicity yelled, her eyes starting to get teary - her expression filled with fear. "I though we had a deal!"

Then, she looked back at the Dwarves, watching as one of the Goblin's had a knife lifted, ready to stab it through Thorin's body.

"No!", the brunette woman exclaimed in utter trepidation, as she wanted to free herself from his grip, struggling as he still brought her closer to him.

The two of them thought it was over - and while the others only thought about never being able to finish this mission and get home, Thorin only had one thing in front of his eyes - one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever laid eyes upon.

Felicity, when she had smiled at him, talking with him at her mothers grave - the moonlight gracing her posture and causing her hear to gleam majestically, heavenlike.

Thorin knew what he felt - but it was just something he didn't want to accept. He didn't want to hurt himself by the rejection he might get because she was two head bigger than him - and a Dwarf..

When they all were near their misery, suddenly - all surpringly a big blue light erupted from behind them, causing everybody to fall back - even pushing the Goblin King's throne off the platform.

The fat King lost his grip around Fel, making her fall out of his hands and onto the ground, her left elbow leaning on the ground as she used her palm to stabilise herself and panted heavily, her expression still fearfully.

But as the light cleared, and they were surrounded with dust and darkness, Felicity was able to make out a silouette in the shadows - clearing the path and walking noiseless towards them.

The young woman needed to rearrange herself - shaking her head to get that annoying dizziness away from her mind - watching as the dimmed light appeared again, the silouette now appearing in full brightness.

"Gandalf.", she whispered and watched as the wizard looked at her, worry - yet proudness on his face as he held his sword ready in his left, while having a torch in his right hand.

"Take up arms.", he ordered, walking closer. "Fight! Fight!"

The young woman was still in shock from the events, she had fought before - but she never was near something she had experienced right now.. Rape - or so much worse. Not even when she was held captive by Azog, he saw her more as a won price than something he would tarnish.

"Fel..", she heard Durin's sons walk up to her, softly speaking her name as they gleamed in concern at her.

The brunette woman blinked shortly - jumping slightly from Kili's tender touch.

The two brothers shared a look of anger, as they jumped back into the fight - leaving all their upset emotions run wild, demolishing and slashing the Goblins with no mercy.

Felicity on the other hand, stood up - shaken up walking towards her sword, Rogol and taking it again, whielding it before anything else.

She used her wrist to maneuver it around in circles, before spinning towards a Goblin and slashing it's head off.

All her frustration was put into those motives, the more she saw - the redder her vision got.

Never underestimate the anger of a hurt woman. 

A/N:

Hello. I'm back.. I'm sorry- i'm a bad writer but yea.. well.. at least Thorin was able to finally realize his feelings lol but he's very grumpy and doubting himself..