Hello! welcome back! well, were gonna get a little bit of bonding time between her and Bilbo, as of right now they don't really know eachother that well. Hope you enjoy. I know it seems like a replay of the movie, but I will be going into my own ideas soon! i just wanna get her into the fold and used to everyone before i go off on a tangent. Beside, i plan on this going beyond BotFA and into the aftermath.

Hobbit belongs to Tolkien!

Edited 18/9/2015 for spelling and paragraph fixing

"What was that?"

Bilbo said, hearing the distant roars from the bottom of the cliff we were near.

"That was Orcs,"

Kili said, and by the tone in his voice, I knew he was getting ready to tell a story.

"They sneek into villages, and kill the inhabitants. Sometimes, you won't even hear the screams."

Bilbo looked out from where we heard the screams, asking if any could get up here. Kili only laughed, explaining they were everywhere across Middle Earth. As he finished trying to scare everyone, mostly Bilbo, Fili and him chuckled to one another. Thorin yelled at the boys, his distaste in Orcs clearly visible as he glared hard enough to almost restart our smoldering campfire.

"Thorin as more than enough reasons to be hateful of Orcs."

Balin piped in, explaining more when Bilbo asked why. He explained the battle or Erebor, and how the Orcs tried to take Erebor from them but when they pleaded for help from the Elven army, they got none. I remember hearing the story of Erebor being taken by the dragon when I was little from another traveler, along with the destruction of Dale, when Thrain was taken from his throne and when the Arkenstone was lost. It was always a sad tale, and Thorin had a pretty solid reason to be hateful to all Orcs. All Elves however? Yes, Thanduil had done something horrible, but that was his own doing. Many other elves, like the lord of Rivendell, had no reason to be angry at. But you can't stop a man with a grudge i guess. It seemed like revenge was the single and only thing me and the King to be had in common.

"I didn't know Thorin was that angry about,"

Bilbo stopped mid-sentance, and I couldn't help but be curious about what he was about to say.

"About what? I mean, Azog killed his grandfather in cold blood. I would be hungering for revenge if that happened to me as well."

"I guess I would be too. Anyhoo, did you finished your bracelet you were working on?"

He tried to change the subject, bringing up the bracelet he was interested in back when we were riding on Cupcake. I took it out of my pocket, fiddling it between my fingers as i looked it over.

"Here, take it."

I handed him the bracelet, watching as he just held it. He looked up at me, curious as to why I was simply just giving it to him.

"But you said this was a friendship bracelet,"

"Then, i guess I'll just have to call you a friend."

He just looked up at me, before slipping it onto his wrist and pulling his coat over it. I'd made so many of those bracelets i'd lost count, but I'd never actually given one to someone. It was a good thing to do when i wanted to calm my mind, but i never had anyone really to give them to. He smiled at me, before looking back at the fire as Bombor called him. He handed Bilbo two bowls of soup, telling him to go give then to the brothers. They were stuck watching the ponies, making sure none of them broke the little fence that was holding them in and ran off.

"That was a sweet thing for you to do, givin' him your little bracelet."

Bofur teased, lighting pushing me on the shoulder. I pushed him back, knocking him off of the log we were sitting on. The other dwarves laughed as he sat himself back up on the log, only to shove back at me.

"And why exactly is it so sweet?"

I snarked to him, even though I already knew the answer. Bofur would try to say that I liked him, that we looked cute together. Yes he was cute, but I barely knew the guy. Besides, the guy was rich, at least thats what the inside of his lovely home showed. I've lived in mostly dirt my whole life. While I was just fine with it, i'm not so sure someone whose never been outside the Shire would marry someone of a completely different race and has probably never worn a pair of clean socks in her life. When Bofur went to respond, we heard a yell, causing all the dwarves to get up arms and run towards the ponies' corral. I raced shortly behind, grabbing my little dagger off the log and running right behind Dwalin. Hopping over a large log, we went straight into a clearing, running right into the legs of an-

"TROLLS!"

Thorin shouted, slicing the ankles of the one nearest to him. I knew my dinky knife wouldn't make a mark on any of these guys, so I went to help Bilbo, who was covered in something gooey, and crawling on the ground behind one of the other Trolls. I weaved between dwarves and and troll legs, sliding on my knees the last of the way to get to Bilbo. But as I reached for his hand, he was picked up off the ground, threatening to pull him to pieces if everyone didn't drop there weapons. Thorin looked for another way, as did Kili, who still had his bow drawn, but by the time he shot off another arrow the hobbit would be in pieces.

Dirty bags. We were all stuffed in dirty bags. I was leaning over Gloin in the little pile, just happy to not be the unfortunate soul who was groaning for mercy under Bombor's weight. I tried to wiggle my feet, but I only succeeded in hitting someone in the forehead, yelling in pain at me.

"Ouch! Whoever did that stop it!"

Sorry Bilbo, I tried to look over my body to see him, but all I could make out was a batch of curly hair. Everyone tried to worm their way out of the bags, but they were tied shut around our necks, leaving no wiggle room for us to get out. Bilbo had managed to sit himself upright, looking to the rocks behind the Trolls.

They were in the process of roasting Bofur and a few others, all of them tied to a spit above the large crackling fire. When he tried to stand upright, I used my feet to give him some momentum to get him up, watching as he hopped forward to speak to the trolls. The only thing he could do was buy us time, and i hoped he just bought us enough so Gandalf could come to our aid. He had left earlier, infuriated with Oakenshield's stubborn nature. I hoped he done all of his wizardly thinking, and was now coming to our aid before we were down the gullet of these blasted trolls.

He did come, he did come and blast the trolls into ash, the daylight sun turning them right into stone. We were soon out of the nasty bags, and delving into the troll cave nearby. It was littered with gold and weapons, and many other things that glittered under the cob webs.

The temptation of all the shiny things were to much not to take a peek, sneaking into the smelly cave along with the others. A few were digging some sort of hole, i settled for grabbing a large gold necklace and snagging it onto my neck. I pushed it under my shirt before leaving, picking up my dagger i had dropped earlier.

Bilbo was next to come out, holding a dagger of what looked like elvish make, putting it in the designed sheath. Soon enough everyone had left the cave smelling of troll, Thorin sporting his own new sword along the side of the group. I looked at the blade in his hand curiously, but he snapped into into the holster before i had a chance to look. He eyed me carefully before walking along, and i simply scurried to the back of the line with the more friendly dwarves as we piled along back onto our familiar trail.

My feet hurt, so bad. without the ponies, which ran for their little lives when Bilbo set them free, we were stuck walking along the path. It was getting dark, and quite quickly, and soon we'd be stuck in pitch black along the forest path. Most of our packs were lost as well, or food and supplies lost on the back of a pony somewhere.

"Did Thorin ever say where we were heading? I mean, were stuck on a path to no where without a map, do we even know if were heading the right way?"

Bilbo whispered to me, looking at the back of the king's head with suspicion.

"I don't know, but I don't feel like getting stuck in the dark, it starting to bring back some unpleasant memories."

I rubbed my shoulders as i gazed out at the setting sun.

"What kinds of unpleasant memories?"

Bilbo asked me, looking forward as Gloin stumbled over a rock.

"A friend and me went out on a trail like this once. A group of bandits took her hostage, and demanded i get something for them if i didn't want to see my friends throat slit. I got it, but i never got my friend back."

"What happened to her?"

"She used me. She had planned the whole thing so she could get the item without risking herself. I got screwed over, for lack of a better term."

He asked what i had gotten, i only looked in response, before glaring back ahead. I had a feeling he wouldn't show a good response, no one here would.

He kept silent. I guessed he preferred not to speak after something like that, not that i blame him, he wasn't used to cutthroats and wild animals out here. Another problem we faced was where we were going to rest for the night, and the nights after if we stayed on this path. There wasn't much life beside the animals, no farmers or anyone of any job along the forest. But what worried me was how exposed we were. We were a bunch of wandering travelers along a empty path at near dark. That just spelled trouble. Dwalin seemed to have the same idea as he kept looking around and over his shoulder, probably checking to see if everyone was still tagging behind.

It was about an hour later when It was so dark we could barely see. I could see Bilbo's head and Ori's, them being right beside me, and the only thing keeping us on point with the rest of the Company was the small torch Balin had lit.

"Hey! Thorin!"

I yelled to the front of the pack, spotting something coming from beside us.

"To your left! I see a light!"

It was a small light, but it was coming closer and closer, The sound of rustling woods gettting louder with it. Thorin yelled to the Company to keep sharp, in the fear that the owner of the light wasn't planning on being friendly. The sound of yelling came next as everyone drew arms with the sound of arrows flying past us, many ducking to avoid a nasty arrow to the face. There wasn't much we could do with swords in the dark and one torch but wait to defend, back to back hoping to hit whoever decided to attack us.

A group of them soon emerged from the darkness, Lighting another torch just as the were on us. Dwalin managed to strike one down as Ori shot another, but as the other group arrived we were soon over numbered.

They were on us in a second, snatching our weapons and forcing us to the ground. When the torch men stood in front of us it light up the area around us, revealing the shadows of their faces.

I didn't know the figures, but the symbol they had on there armor was familiar to was the same group that forced me to steal the crown of a King of Men near Esgaroth. I held my face down, partially hiding behind Bilbo to keep them from seeing my face in the fear that they'd remember me. They started with Thorin, stealing the Elvish sword he found in the troll cave along with any and all weapons we had on us. They snatched my dagger from my hip, stuffing it somewhere before taking my pack off of my back. It had all of my money, and a little bit of food I managed to save, but I didn't put up a fuss as much as I wanted to as i eyed the mans jingling sword.

"What do we do?"

Bilbo whispered to me as, his head close to mine as we huddled together. In my awkwardness I would've moved away, his curly hair tickling my nose, but it wasn't really my worry right now as I watched a few of the men retreat. I kept an eye on where they were heading before they disappeared into the dark of the forest, keeping a note of the direction they were heading.

"We get our stuff back."

I looked away to respond to him as Kili stuck his head closer to hear our plan, our noses nearly touching as I smiled at my plan.

"They went that way. That must be where there base is. If we go there, We get our stuff back and more. We'll be home free."

I pointed in the direction they went, the last of the bandits retreating in the same direction. We all stood up, most looking at eachother for a plan, but I laughed as Bilbo dusted off his pants.

"We just got robbed on a trail in the middle of no where and your worried about your pants?"

My hands pushed against my sides as i glanced at his torn pants.

"Just because were in the wilderness doesn't mean we have to be filthy."

He mumbled shamefully adjusting his own shirt.

"Yes, it actually does."

I said as I walked up to speak to Thorin. I told him about where they went, and he much agreed to the idea of giving the bandits what was coming to them.

"Lead the way Adeline."

He said, feeling the condescending tone in his voice. Perfect time to prove myself to everyone, i hadn't really been much help shamefully enough yet as i squinted to look into the black. We all stayed close as we walked up, heading right up the trail to follow in the bandits footsteps. Next was NorthWest right through the forest, twisting around trees as we kept going. I had a short thought that maybe I had screwed up in my idea and maybe I was leaving the group on a wild goose chase through the forest for some random bandits. It wouldn't get me in the good books with Thorin, but neither would backing out like a wimp, so i went against the latter. I was in a no win situation if this turned out to be the wrong way. But getting our weapons and food back wasn't the only thing I wanted.

I wanted to see if she was alive, and if she was, I wanted to be the first one to stick my dagger into her heart if she still had one. I normally hated the idea of getting blindly side-tracked by revenge, but i love to make exceptions to my own rules. I didn't want her screwing someone else over to, in the fear that with her little bit of power would go to her head, and think that she could kill and maim anyone she wanted to. The last thing Middle Earth needed was a power hungry ex-thief on the loose in the forests with a clan of bandits to back her up. She's already gotten into enough trouble as it is.

I was awhile later, a little more aimless wandering when the tell tale lights of a well light house seeped though the trees. It was like a beacon in the middle of the dark forest, and with it, I was finally able to see the faces of everyone who was behind me. Along with Bilbo who was trailing shortly behind me and Thorin.

"Everyone slow down,"

Thorin ordered, his hand making the gesture for everyone to drop low. We all crouched as we got closer, looking around for anyone beyond the well lit area of the entrance. Weaponless and outnumbered, It didn't seem like it was likely we were going to get our stuff back as we got closer to examine the situation. Hopefully someone would think of something before they spotted us in the bushes around the border, and do something worse than rob us. I did everything I could to think of an idea as I peered through, but no one perked up with one.