Summary: There was another to add to the company from in the Shire, one no one expected, Isabella daughter of Elrohir Son of Elrond and Belvola. Will they accept Bella as the warrior they know of or will she hide the fact that she is both Elf and Dwarf.
BTW I should mention Italics are the elves speaking in their native tongue Sindarin. Bold Italics is when they are speaking in Khuzdul. All words translated at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot! No matter how much I wish it to be so.
The company screamed and groaned as their bodies collided with the stone, Bella tried her hardest to throw herself towards Bilbo as he was the one who was the most fragile. Hobbits didn’t have the same bone density as dwarves and were easily bruised or broken. Well, besides their feet, being kicked by a hobbit hurt.
“Bilbo!” She called out, reaching out to him as she tried to pull herself free from under Dwalin and Glóin.
Bilbo hearing his name quickly scurried over the Bella and tried to help her get up, trying even more desperately as the creatures began to climb over the cage to get them. The others quickly began to kick and fight as they got to their feet, only to be surrounded by the Goblins.
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!” Bella roared as she swung her arm out, knocking five goblins off of the bridge as they clawed at Bilbo. When he was free of their hold she curled him into her, using her body for protection as chaos reigned around her.
Clawed hands pulled at her as the company made a protected bubble around her, Nori to her left and Dori to her right while Ori was before her and she could feel Dwalin at her back. Bilbo felt his eyes widen as he glanced up as Bella let out a soft cry to see that her scarf was jerked down a cut was oozing from her cheek… her bare cheek… he thought all Dwarrow women had a beard, that’s what Ori explained to him. He shook his head as she pulled it back up, it must have been a trick of the light.
Bella gaged as the scent hit her nose as they were pushed and pulled, the scent getting stronger as well as the sound that became grating to her ears. Music, some form of twisted music is what she could describe it as. She finally got a glimpse of what protruded the smell and gaged as she saw the large goblin before them.
“Are you okay Bella?” Thorin whispered as he stepped closer to her, placing a hand upon her back, only removing it as both the eldest Ri brothers shot him a look.
She shuddered, as did Bilbo who was suddenly pulled tighter to her body and covered with her cloak. “That… thing… is offensive.”
“I feel a song coming on!” The Goblin King laughed out while his minions laughed and cheered and the Dwarrow to stare up at the beast in horror and disgust.
“Snip snap, the black crack
Grip, grab, pinch, and nab
Batter and beat
Milk ’em, stammer and squeak!
Pound, pound, far underground
Down, down, down in Goblin Town
With a swish and smack
And a whip and a crack
Everybody talks when they’re on our rack
Pound, pound, far underground
Down, down, down in Goblin Town
Hammer and torch, get out your knockers and gongs
You wont last long on the end of my prongs
Clish, clash, crush and smash
Bang, break, shiver and shake
You can yell and yelp
But there aint no help
Pound pound, far underground
Down, down, down in Goblin Town”
“Catchy, isn’t it? It’s one of my own compositions” The Goblin King stated proud before staring at the prisoners before him. Bella didn’t know what to say or if she could even utter a word as she just stared at the vile beast.
“That’s not a song, it’s an abomination!” Cried Balin, making the company cheer on with their agreement.
“Abominations, mutations, deviations…that all you’re gonna find down here.” The Goblin King replied.
“Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?” The Goblin King asked, his foul breath fanning across their faces, causing some of the Dwarrow’s to gag. It smelt like rotting flesh and blood that has been curdling in the hot summers sun.
“Dwarves, Your Malevolence.” One of the Goblins replied.
The Goblin King eyed the prisoners with wariness. “Dwarves.”
“We found them on the front porch.” The same goblin replied nervous.
The Great Goblin eyed them once again; dwarves were known to carry many weapons. “Well, don’t just stand there; search them! Every crack, every crevice.”
Bella closed her eyes tightly as she felt the goblins take her swords and only her swords from her as they shoved and screeched to do their masters bidding. Her ears twitching as she the sound of more metal clanged and crashed together, more than there should be.
Her eyes shot to Nori’s back as she saw the candlestick in the Goblin Kings hands. “Made in Rivendell? Bah – Second Age, couldn’t give it away!” he exclaimed before tossing it over the side and into the depths below.
“Just a couple of keepsakes”, Nori explained as he saw his brothers and Bella’s displeased face.
“What are you doing in these parts?” the Goblin King asked eyeing the group.
Thorin went to move to speak, stopping as both Bella and Óin still him and pushed him back. “Don’t worry, lads – I’ll handle this”, Oin offered.
“No tricks! I want the truth! Warts and all!” The Goblin King demanded.
“You’re going to have to speak up. Your boys have flattened my trumpet.” Óin explained as he held up the squished metal causing the Goblin King to sneer.
“I’ll flatten more than your trumpet! If they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest.” The Goblin King roared to his goblins while pointing to Ori and Kíli.
“WAIT!” Bilbo’s voice cried out. Bella jerked and looked down before snapping her head up to the back of Bilbo’s head. How on Arda did he escape from her hold?
The Goblin King leant forward and narrowed his eyes at the small being, poking him in his chest. “And what are you?”
Bilbo shuffled and stammered. “I am a hobbit… These dwarves are my escorts!”
Both Nori and Bella clenched their eyes tight at the stammered lie, a lie in which the Goblin King had seen through. Thorin moved then, calling out his own halt and drawing the Goblin Kings attention.
“Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thráin, son of Thrór; King under the Mountain.” The beast finished with a mock bow causing Thorin to clench his teeth and hold his anger at bay. “Oh, but I’m forgetting, you don’t have a mountain. And you’re not a king. Which makes you nobody, really. 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 jerked his head up in disbelief. “Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago.”
“So you think his defiling days are done, do you?” The Goblin King laughed as he turned towards the messenger. “Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize. SIEZE THEM.”
The Dwarrow’s fought as the great goblin sung, their eyes flickering to the first torture device that was being carried in. Bilbo was now on the edge of the group with Fíli and Kíli trying to protect him from the goblins grabby hands.
A loud screech of fear rung through before the sound of cracking wood could be heard as the Goblin King jumped up onto the twisted throne and pointed to the sword, Orcrist to be precise. “I know that sword! It is the Goblin-Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks. Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!”
No one knew what happened next, they were fighting and then Bilbo was flung from the platform and disappeared into the depths below.
“BILBO!” The name tore from Bella’s lips in a roar so loud that it caused the goblins and Dwarrow’s both to pause and turn their eyes upon the figure in the middle of them all.
Both Dwalin and Nori both decided to back away and back away quick, pulling their brothers who were closest to her from harms reach as the Dam effectively lost it. Blades they had never seen before protruded from her wrists as her head flung up and her eyes burned.
“YOU WILL ALL PAY!” She roared before charging just as a white blinding powerful light burst forth knocking everything and one but Bella to the ground. No, Bella didn’t fall; she used the force as leverage to fling her towards the beast that knocked her kin from the balcony.
The others shook their heads clear as the light faded, their eyes locking onto Gandalf. “Take up arms. Fight. Fight!”
Bella snarled loudly as she used everything she could get her hands on and cleared a path from the platform down to the lower levels that rested behind the twisted throne. Everyone followed with awe as they watched Bella Berserker unleash her fury upon the goblins in her way; they made sure that none got to her in blind spots.
“QUICKLY!” Gandalf urged as he took over the lead, casting his eldest friend’s daughter a sad look as he watched her rip out the goblins throat with her bare hands.
“Bella!” The sound of her name being called caused her head to snap around, her haze clearing as she saw Thorin near her struggling as he was overwhelmed by the goblins. She shook her head and charged, throwing a few blades into the goblin flesh and yanking them out as she passed.
“Cut the ropes!” She yelled or roared she did not know as she caught sight of swinging goblins and spun, slicing the rope near her.
Gandalf lead the company through the winding-maze like paths with haste as they fought their way out until coming to a skidding stop as they reached a dead end suspended above another. Fíli quickly cut the anchoring rope before kicking back a goblin.
“JUMP!” Thorin yelled as the platform swayed, pushing himself to the slightly lower section with a grunt. They ran and they fought their way through the winding path, leaving only dead bodies in their wake before skidding to a stop as the Goblin King crashed through the floor; stopping them.
“You thought you could escape me?” It sneered, swinging the mace twice at Gandalf. “What are you going to do now, wizard?”
Bella didn’t let him move beyond poking him in the eye with his staff as she pushed up, striking out with her reclaimed blades and slicing the beast’s neck. “That!” She hissed out.
The goblin grasped his neck before collapsing, causing the bridge to shake and rumble under their feet. Once again the company found themselves falling, Thorin pulled Bella to his side as he grasped onto Dwalin who held onto the post as they fell.
Everyone screamed as their platform fell down the seemingly never-ending chasm, destroying more bridges in their wake before coming to a sudden stop with a groan. Gandalf jumped up from the debris and yanked Bella from the pile with ease before helping the others.
Bofur propped himself up and laughed. “Well that could have been worse.”
Bella laughed as the body of the goblin king fell down upon them, causing the company as a whole to groan and curse. “Really, you shouldn’t have said those words.”
It was Kíli who noticed the swarm of goblins rushing down the cavern and soon they were running but Bella stayed at the back of the pack in hopes that she could hear Bilbo. Her heart twisted as the scene replayed over and over in her mind, the way his face paled and eyes popped as he fell.
The dwarves quickly rushed towards where the stone lead them, a slight golden hue of the sun reflecting on the walls. Relief flooded many and when they rushed past a certain spot Bella stopped, urging Gandalf to go before making a quick left, the faint sound of Bilbo’s footsteps and screeches.
“BILBO!” She yelled as she saw Bilbo fighting off a creature and she struck, her dagger flying and embedding into the creatures chest quickly. “You’re okay, hurry we must hurry!”
Bilbo sighed in relief as Bella came into view before shouting as she practically hauled him up and onto her shoulder before running through the cavern, her sword slicing out onto the few goblins that made it to them and out into the sun.
Their names being called upon on the wind by the others reach their ears.
“We’re okay!” Bella shouted as she came into view of the company, many rushing towards them to help her.
“Are you alright Laddie? Can’ye walk?” Óin demanded as Bella placed Bilbo down on his feet.
The hobbit huffed. “Of course I am alright! Bella wouldn’t let me run; she carried me like a naughty faunt all the way here.”
“Because hobbits cannot run! You know this, I know this and half the bloody men from Bree know this!” Bella shouted exasperated, throwing her hands up in the air.
“BUT WE CAN! We have the runners in the shire!” Bilbo tried to defend, causing her to laugh.
“Ah, but they are Brandybucks and Tooks, you inherited Bungo’s feet.” She pointed out with a laugh, this time it was Bilbo’s turn to throw his hands up in the air exasperated.
Howls and snarls of wargs filled the air causing fear to strike in each heart as they glanced up the hill they had come down from in horror.
“Out of the frying pan…” Thorin muttered bitterly.
Gandalf looked down with wide eyes. “…and into the fire. RUN!”
The company ran, Bella even hoisting a few Dwarrow to their feet as the fell earning shocked looks as she practically tossed them a few feet forward as she did so, including Bombur of all Dwarrow and she had done it without batting an eye or even struggling to do so.
“Up into the trees, all of you! Come on, climb!” Gandalf yelled before swinging up into the tree behind him.
Blades slipped past Bella’s fingertips as she let some of her more jagged daggers go, letting them accompany the mattock Bifur had thrown as well before jerking Bilbo’s sword from the dead Warg and throwing him up into the tree with Bofur before swinging up into the other one.
The Wargs came and with it so did their leader, one a face that caused Bella to clench her eyes shut and the others to stare on in horror, fear and confusion. Thorin stared in fear and disbelief at the creature before him, a creature he had thought dead long ago. “Azog?!”
Bella threw the last of her jagged knives to the wargs as they rushed towards the tree. Her foot connected with a snout of one as it jumped up the branches to get them, laughing as it yelped and cracked the branches on the way down.
“BRACE YOURSELVES!” She heard Dwalin yell as the tree began to sway and tip over, her body flinching at the muffled cry of the tree as she swung from her branch to Nori’s awaiting arms.
“Gandalf!” She yelled as her eyes connected to the cliff edge.
“No!” Nori hissed, gripping her closer to him as he saw her turn and begin to let go of the trees. “You’ll die.”
Bella cast the thief a look before nodding, cursing as the tree began to buckle and sway with the added weight and abuse the wargs were giving. In a blink of an eye she was next to Thorin in the last standing tree on the cliff edge.
“Fíli! Bella!” Jerking up at her name she caught the flaming pinecone and grinned.
“Bilbo! Conkers!” She cheered out before pegging the flaming pinecone, watching it as it smacked into the side of a Warg.
Bilbo cast a look at Bella a bland look as he lit his own pine cone with Fíli’s one. “It’s a bit different then conkers but I agree!” He yelled back before tossing the pinecone, unfortunately his fell short but it caught the shrubbery to the side on fire.
The next few moments were of terror and soon Bella along with the company found themselves draped over a cracking tree limb and dangling over a very, very long drop.
Thorin could feel the heat of the flames, hear the cries of his kin but it all died away as he stared at the filth that killed his grandfather. Fury fuelled his actions and in a blink of an eye Thorin found himself charging towards the Defiler.
She couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched Thorin charge stupidly headfirst into battle without backup, it is now she saw what Dwalin meant.
A cry of pain pierced through her thoughts and it was in that very moment as she saw the white Warg bite down upon him that the colours of the world faded away into reds. Ukrad… Greatest Heart…
A scream so frightening, so full of anger and pain filled the air causing the Company to shiver at the intensity of it. Their eyes snapped to the hunched form of Bella as she stalked forward. They watched as she flicked her wrists sending a cascade of metal – whips they didn’t know she even carried – to the ground.
The Orcs and Wargs didn’t stand a chance as she spun and flicked out her weapons, the blades slicing through armour, flesh and fur with ease. A series of threats spewed constantly from her lips in chunks of elvish and Khuzdul but the Dwarrow could not understand the words she spoke as she lashed out at Azog.
She could hear screeches and smell the scent of ash and death as her body moved, protecting her greatest heart as he lay wounded.
Thorin glanced up with a gasp as pain wracked through him to see his One slaying the beasts, her hood down and hair flying as she twirled. She looked like a goddess with the orange glow of flames around her. He could hear her roar out Azog’s name as she slayed his beast. His eyes caught a glimpse of blue and what once was an orc was now Bilbo making sure nothing got to him, he would have to thank them both.
(Kill them!) The Pale Orc snarled as he was thrown from his now dead beast.
“YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HIM!” Bella roared in fury as she charged, faintly noticing that she had backup.
Azog snarled and swung his mace, growing angrier with each miss he made and cut received from the dwarf filth. He killed any that came near it as the kill was his as the scum killed his mount. They fought, each snarling as they circled around the dead Warg. Metal clashed on metal, except when the eagles came, Azog jerked his head up in fear before screaming out in pain as Bella grasped his clawed hand and kicked; ripping it from his stump with a vicious cry. A trophy for the king.
She spun on her heel, swooping up her Mate’s fallen shield as the eagle lifted him off the ground and braced herself for the oncoming attack. The mace smashed into the wood with force as Azog snarled in rage and pain. She prepared herself for another blow before smirking at the Pale Orc before spinning and taking a leaping jump off the cliff and catching the eagles’ claws before dropping onto another.
“Thorin!” Fíli yelled, causing her eyes to lock onto Thorin’s unconscious form; her heart beating rapidly as she prayed to her maker for him to live.
The night turned to day and soon enough the Great Eagles of Manwë circled around the Carrock, Bella watched as Gandalf rushed towards Thorin while the others raced towards them the second their feet touched the ground. Even Bella’s feet carried her towards Thorin, standing between Dori and Dwalin, her eyes flicking between him and Bilbo.
“Bella? The halfling?” Thorin asked, remembering the last few glimpses before darkness.
Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. “It’s all right. Bilbo is here as is Bella. They’re quiet safe.”
Dwalin and Kili quickly helped up Thorin as he struggled to get up, jerking their hands back as he shoved them off before advancing on the Hobbit who stood a bit away nervously. Thorin had judged him worse than anything, even by knowing the fact that his One was now kin to him. A jealousy or maybe envy that she was more open with the burglar than him.
“You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?” he roared, pointing at the hobbit.
Bella jerked forward pulling Dori, Dwalin and Glóin with her as she went to stand up for Bilbo; shocking the others. They didn’t know she was strong, well they saw her toss back five goblins with a strike of an arm but now, now some of them wondered who would be stronger… Dori or Bella.
Bilbo flinched and cowered away slightly before finding himself in the kings embraced, thoroughly surprised. “I have never been so wrong in my life, I am sorry I doubted you.”
The company cheered as they watched Thorin hug their hobbit, a mighty praise indeed as their majestic king did not hug. Bella smiled softly, the anger disappearing in a blink of an eye as she watched them, warmth filling her heart as she heard him apologise.
“No, I would have doubted me too. I’m not a hero or a warrior…not even a burglar.” The company laughed as Bilbo replied, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
Thorin simply shook his head and turned to find his One, frowning as she stood just at the back of the company; exhaustion clear in her eyes. The others turned to see what their king was looking at and moved away, revealing Bella in all her bloody glory, a shield in one hand and a clawed metal in the other.
“What… Is that what I think it is?” Thorin asked as he came to a stop a foot away, blinking down at the claw.
“Azog’s claw then yes.” She chuckled. “A gift.”
Everyone stared amazed as they watched the Dam hand over Azog’s clawed hand, the one that he had replaced when Thorin cut off his arm. How… How did she even get that?
“How did you get that lass?” Dwalin asked stunned.
Bella shrugged. “I ripped it out, how else?”
“Why?” Thorin asked confused as he stared at it.
“He hurt you, so I hurt him. Killed his mount too, but this I thought you’d like back.” She explained, holding up the shield with her free hand. She had clasped it to her arm as the eagles flew once she secured the whips to her arms once more.
The sound of an eagles caw caused everyone to glance up, watching as the majestic creatures soared around them and back towards the Misty Mountains.
“Is that what I think it is?” Bilbo asked as saw an outline of a single, solitary mountain in the distance.
Both Bella and Thorin turned and followed his gaze, catching the attention of the company. His feet moved without thought to the edge of the rock his breath catching as he took in the view before him. There in the distance was Erebor, the tall peak stark against the pale blue sky of the rising sun.
“Erebor—The Lonely Mountain. The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth.” Gandalf supplied, his eyes twinkling as he watched the company.
“Our home.” Thorin breathed, watching the colour lighten over the mountain. They were almost home.
Author Note: And that is the end of The Unexpected Journey scenes! Next up Beorn! Love that skin-changer!
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