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Lord of the Rings influenced piece, but nevertheless original characters and ideas. Just thinking what the goblins actually are, truly evil, or is that just the way they've been painted in the eyes of men?

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“We should be moving now master,” the Goblin urged, peering out of the entrance of the cave. The whole hillside was alive with the light of burning torches. The Lord’s men were still searching for them. The howls of the dogs made his spine tingle, he’d seen before what those teeth could do to goblin kind.

“Nonesense TikTum, my Goblin ward,” Artemis laughed. “Hush your Goblin fears and come back into the shade, or I shall show you the back of my hand.

TikTum’s concern disappeared for a second, replaced by genuine contempt, but only for a second. His master had been good to him after all. Five there had been. Artemis, the hero, seven feet tall and almost four hundred pounds of pure muscle. He was the world’s last best chance at salvation from the evil whims of their Lord. Rick and Binder, archer and mage respectively, had been slain during their assault on the castle, with Umbar, the cleric, taking no part in such a suicidal scheme. He had been butchered by spies a few hours before they had been set to begin. That just left Artemis, wounded and bloody, and TikTum, waiting patiently in the cave for his master’s arrival.

He’d been spared the knife when Artemis had destroyed his village as part of a quest, on the understanding that he join the group on their adventures, effectively a slave to his family’s murderers. He had just about forgotten them, just about.

“Master you’re wounded,” he juddered, shocked.

“Nothing a jug of mead won’t fix when we’re back at the keep. How about you buff my shoes while we wait, I think I got some blood on them. Wouldn’t want it to be goblin…”

TikTum did as he was bid, the mirth once again slipping. It was hard being a goblin in any part of the world, but under the heel of a human warrior was the worst. He’d seen the fighting pits, and the torture pits, but neither had been quite so humiliating as humanity.

“And mix me a healing salve will you? Those idle hands must be good for something…”

“But master…” he tried to argue, he’d been keeping watch for hours and was tiring something awful. Artemis would have not a word of it, and almost slapped the life out of his supposed friend. For a brief second, unconsciousness welcomed TikTum, as the torches of the Lord’s men turned to twilight stars over the vast deserts of home, the sky itself returned to a pale majesty, and he could smell the cooking fires, hear his daughter’s voice, hold his wife’s hand once more. But the cave came back to him, though he came back less willingly. He longed for death.

“You’ll do as you are bid, or I shall be forced to exchange you to a less hospitable master!”

Artemis lay down on the stone, and began to smoke noisily one of his pipeloads of ashen rotrock, the smell was intense and difficult to stomach. It made preparing the salve a far more difficult ordeal.

“How will we escape?” TikTum whispered, hearing the wail of the dogs once more.

“We? I shall be returning for you soon, I intend to make for the Hyrabian Pass alone, far easier to evade the hounds without you skulking behind.”

“You aren’t bringing me with you?”

“I forget TikTum, is it I who owes YOU his life? I could have cleaned your blood off my boot myself, as I recall.”

The laughter almost gave them away. TikTum was nearing the end of his rope, but what was he to do?

He finished the salve in short order, before handing it to his master. Artemis was about to mush the pulp into the wound, before he was stopped by his slave.

“No master, this is eaten, it will stop the wound from festering, and quicken your feet as you escape. It will be the saviour of us both.”

Artemis smiled, but this faded.

“Why haven’t you shown me this fantastical concoction earlier? Dog. It would have been useful.”

Artemis downed the tincture down his colossal throat, before coughing and spluttering. It reacted poorly with the rotrock. Soon it was sitting in his stomach though, heavy, but nourishing. Artemis stood in short order, feeling the pain seeping from the wound. He felt like a million shillings.

“I’ll be back if it occurs to me, TikTum, you wait for master. And if I were so unfortunate to find something else that takes my fancy, I expect you to wait here. Forever.”

He bent to a knee, against his will, head swimming.

“I feel so…”

He saw the grin on TikTum’s face, a geniune grin.

“Poison! I’ll have your head..!”

He fell down onto the rocky floor, splayed out, rough fur clothing tensing to its limit. The goblin crawled over to his paralysed form.

“I would never be so generous as to poison you, Artemis Goblin Slayer, death is for the patient, and the humble, and the butchered. I would not have you share the same afterlife as my family. No, worry not, I will not be ending your life any time soon.”

The trembling had already begun. Goblins are not just masters of healing and potions, but also magic and poisons, some of these in combination can be wicked mixtures. Artemis’ heavy hands were shrinking, tanned, leathery skin turned milk white, soft, blushing, across his form. His matted brown hair turned shock red, and unknotted itself. A gasp was pushed from inside the ribcage, more a squeal, or fear and of something else. He could feel himself shrinking. Muscle mass fleeting, turning to shadow, almost blanking out the moonlight, lips thickening, face losing all angles. A splash of freckles, eyes wide and beautiful, ears small, nose a nub. On his chest, a pair of soft mounds had formed, small at first, but sensitive. As they ballooned, they went from ticklish to burning as the loincloth tightened around them.

Legs were long now, thin, white, soft, and between them, only warmth and wetness. Artemis likely wouldn’t be killing any more, but bringing life into the world was a likelihood. The fresh girl felt her butt swelling, so soft. Everything so soft. Hips wide, the exact shape he chased in a lover.

The goblin found it easy evading the guards. They were searching for a famed barbarian, not a goblin and his wife. They would have likely killed TikTum any other time, but the hounds caught the scent back over by a cave, so they hurried away, leaving only the goblin and his charge.

“I was to sell you to a far less hospitable master, but you have turned out so lovely. You will never replace my beloved, but you will make a fine wife.”

Gagged, she was dragged through the forest, on the way back to her former keep, and to her new life.

Description
Lord of the Rings influenced piece, but nevertheless original characters and ideas. Just thinking what the goblins actually are, truly evil, or is that just the way they've been painted in the eyes of men?

-

“We should be moving now master,” the Goblin urged, peering out of the entrance of the cave. The whole hillside was alive with the light of burning torches. The Lord’s men were still searching for them. The howls of the dogs made his spine tingle, he’d seen before what those teeth could do to goblin kind.

“Nonesense TikTum, my Goblin ward,” Artemis laughed. “Hush your Goblin fears and come back into the shade, or I shall show you the back of my hand.

TikTum’s concern disappeared for a second, replaced by genuine contempt, but only for a second. His master had been good to him after all. Five there had been. Artemis, the hero, seven feet tall and almost four hundred pounds of pure muscle. He was the world’s last best chance at salvation from the evil whims of their Lord. Rick and Binder, archer and mage respectively, had been slain during their assault on the castle, with Umbar, the cleric, taking no part in such a suicidal scheme. He had been butchered by spies a few hours before they had been set to begin. That just left Artemis, wounded and bloody, and TikTum, waiting patiently in the cave for his master’s arrival.

He’d been spared the knife when Artemis had destroyed his village as part of a quest, on the understanding that he join the group on their adventures, effectively a slave to his family’s murderers. He had just about forgotten them, just about.

“Master you’re wounded,” he juddered, shocked.

“Nothing a jug of mead won’t fix when we’re back at the keep. How about you buff my shoes while we wait, I think I got some blood on them. Wouldn’t want it to be goblin…”

TikTum did as he was bid, the mirth once again slipping. It was hard being a goblin in any part of the world, but under the heel of a human warrior was the worst. He’d seen the fighting pits, and the torture pits, but neither had been quite so humiliating as humanity.

“And mix me a healing salve will you? Those idle hands must be good for something…”

“But master…” he tried to argue, he’d been keeping watch for hours and was tiring something awful. Artemis would have not a word of it, and almost slapped the life out of his supposed friend. For a brief second, unconsciousness welcomed TikTum, as the torches of the Lord’s men turned to twilight stars over the vast deserts of home, the sky itself returned to a pale majesty, and he could smell the cooking fires, hear his daughter’s voice, hold his wife’s hand once more. But the cave came back to him, though he came back less willingly. He longed for death.

“You’ll do as you are bid, or I shall be forced to exchange you to a less hospitable master!”

Artemis lay down on the stone, and began to smoke noisily one of his pipeloads of ashen rotrock, the smell was intense and difficult to stomach. It made preparing the salve a far more difficult ordeal.

“How will we escape?” TikTum whispered, hearing the wail of the dogs once more.

“We? I shall be returning for you soon, I intend to make for the Hyrabian Pass alone, far easier to evade the hounds without you skulking behind.”

“You aren’t bringing me with you?”

“I forget TikTum, is it I who owes YOU his life? I could have cleaned your blood off my boot myself, as I recall.”

The laughter almost gave them away. TikTum was nearing the end of his rope, but what was he to do?

He finished the salve in short order, before handing it to his master. Artemis was about to mush the pulp into the wound, before he was stopped by his slave.

“No master, this is eaten, it will stop the wound from festering, and quicken your feet as you escape. It will be the saviour of us both.”

Artemis smiled, but this faded.

“Why haven’t you shown me this fantastical concoction earlier? Dog. It would have been useful.”

Artemis downed the tincture down his colossal throat, before coughing and spluttering. It reacted poorly with the rotrock. Soon it was sitting in his stomach though, heavy, but nourishing. Artemis stood in short order, feeling the pain seeping from the wound. He felt like a million shillings.

“I’ll be back if it occurs to me, TikTum, you wait for master. And if I were so unfortunate to find something else that takes my fancy, I expect you to wait here. Forever.”

He bent to a knee, against his will, head swimming.

“I feel so…”

He saw the grin on TikTum’s face, a geniune grin.

“Poison! I’ll have your head..!”

He fell down onto the rocky floor, splayed out, rough fur clothing tensing to its limit. The goblin crawled over to his paralysed form.

“I would never be so generous as to poison you, Artemis Goblin Slayer, death is for the patient, and the humble, and the butchered. I would not have you share the same afterlife as my family. No, worry not, I will not be ending your life any time soon.”

The trembling had already begun. Goblins are not just masters of healing and potions, but also magic and poisons, some of these in combination can be wicked mixtures. Artemis’ heavy hands were shrinking, tanned, leathery skin turned milk white, soft, blushing, across his form. His matted brown hair turned shock red, and unknotted itself. A gasp was pushed from inside the ribcage, more a squeal, or fear and of something else. He could feel himself shrinking. Muscle mass fleeting, turning to shadow, almost blanking out the moonlight, lips thickening, face losing all angles. A splash of freckles, eyes wide and beautiful, ears small, nose a nub. On his chest, a pair of soft mounds had formed, small at first, but sensitive. As they ballooned, they went from ticklish to burning as the loincloth tightened around them.

Legs were long now, thin, white, soft, and between them, only warmth and wetness. Artemis likely wouldn’t be killing any more, but bringing life into the world was a likelihood. The fresh girl felt her butt swelling, so soft. Everything so soft. Hips wide, the exact shape he chased in a lover.

The goblin found it easy evading the guards. They were searching for a famed barbarian, not a goblin and his wife. They would have likely killed TikTum any other time, but the hounds caught the scent back over by a cave, so they hurried away, leaving only the goblin and his charge.

“I was to sell you to a far less hospitable master, but you have turned out so lovely. You will never replace my beloved, but you will make a fine wife.”

Gagged, she was dragged through the forest, on the way back to her former keep, and to her new life.