We're all fugitives

Look at the way we live

Down here, I cannot sleep from fear no

I said, which way do I turn

Coldplay-Spies

Hello! I decided to write up a Thorin fanfic. I had been meaning to do this for awhile but never got around to it. It's not going to be an insanely long story, but it will be an okay length. Thanks for reading!

When Thorin had first set off on the quest, he hadn't imagined half of the events he experienced to happen. Azog coming back from the dead and being angrier than ever, definitely not. Almost getting torn apart from goblins, nope. Becoming hopelessly lost in a dark dangy forest and being attacked from wretched elves, an even bigger no. Thorin grumbled against all of these as he half fell, half rolled down a rather large hill, his back being squashed against roots and debris. Everything had been going pear shaped up until the moment Gandalf announced he would be leaving the company, again. So with nothing but their wits to aid them, his company set out into Mirkwood full of confidence and swagger, only to become lost in two days time.

"Mahal above give me strength." He muttered under his breath after coming to an abrupt stop on top of Bombur. At least it was a cushioned fall. Thorin stumbled to his feet, drawing his sword and furiously looking up into the trees for the elf scum who rudely showed them off a cliff. The other company members gained their bearings around him, also drawing their weapons, ready for a fight.

"Where are those bastards." Dwalin said, leaves and branches sticking out from his beard.

"Too afraid to show their faces." Thorin replied, motioning for the others to come together. A moment of silence passed between them, with the dwarves in a loose battle circle, eyes trained on the foliage around them. Suddenly, as if on cue, an elf emerged from the trees, landing softly on the ground in front of them. The blonde elf narrowed his pale blue eyes at the company.

"Well well well, what have we here." He said, arrogance oozing from his voice.

Thorin felt a sudden urge to smack the attitude out from the elf, but held it back as more elves appeared from around them. The dwarves shifted, gripping their weapons tighter.

"What do you want from us, elf scum." Thorin snarled. "If it's a fight you want, then bring it on."

The dwarves cheered and hollered insults in Khuzdul, their confidence clearly growing even if they were outnumbered two to one.

"I do not think you would even give us a challenge." The blonde elf replied hotly.

Thorin smiled, "We'll see about that then won't we."

However, before the elves and dwarves could even take a step forward, dozens of giant spiders dropped from the sky, their hair legs and bulbous bodies crushing several elves with the impact. The elves immediately went on the offensive, their bows no longer trained on the company. Arrows flew over the dwarves heads, and for once in his life, Thorin was thankful to be short. "To arms!" He shouted over the turmoil of fighting and clashing of blades mixed in with the screeching of the spiders. The dwarves charged, their own swords and hammers raised high. Thorin lept on one of the spiders and he easily drove his blade through the spider's thick hide. Around him, Kili launched arrow after arrow, each one landing into the spiders. He couldn't help but feel a flash of pride at how his nephew faired alongside the elf's bow skills. However his moment of pride was interrupted when another spider lept behind Thorin, nearly stabbing him with its stinger. He expertly rolled to one side, while bringing his sword right up the beast's center. It screeched and hissed before falling on its side in a deafening crash. Thorin smiled to himself, it was all too easy. He ran besides Ori and Bofur, being careful to stay clear of any elves. The company was almost together at this point, and Thorin was about to issue the command to make a run for it, when a spider, bigger than he had ever seen, stepped right in front of the company. It lunged for Fili, catching the bottom of his cloake and pinning his nephew to the ground.

"Fili!" He cried, as he rushed to the beast. He became aware of his sword slashing at the spider's hairy legs, and then all of a sudden a sharp pain in his side. Thorin stilled for a moment, his hand touching the wound. What in Mahal's name…

The world began to shake at that point. The voices of his kin echoing in his ears and the colors of the forest merging into one. What was happening to him? Thorin stumbled, his movements appearing painstakingly slow. A face appeared in front of him. Was that Dwalin? No, Kili?

Thorin blindly reached his hand out, hoping to grab onto a hold of something to steady himself. But no, luck was not on his side and Thorin slipped over a black mass and felt himself falling. The world spun out of control as the dwarf king became swallowed up by colors of green and brown. A voice called out his name, and then he knew no more.

Above the trees in the bright daylight, a lone figure watched the skirmish unfold. The spiders had dropped down from seemingly nowhere, interrupting what was going to be a rather interesting showdown between the wood elves and a ragtag group of dwarves. The elves began to quickly take care of the spiders with all the grace and power they could bestow. The dwarves surprisingly held their own, and make quick work of their own. But that was when the figure noticed the alpha female, her size being the biggest of all the others. The female spider nearly killed one of the dwarves, and stung one other. The figure froze as she watched the dwarf stagger around, before falling over a spider carcass and into the blackness of the forest. His companions took no notice of his fall, distracted with the giant spider. The figure made to leave, the show was over and she had better things to do. But something stopped her, and she turned to glance at the foliage where the dwarf had vanished. She sighed to herself, along with some choice swear words and dropped down from her perch before making her way to the dwarf.

Let me know what you think!