The hour was growing ever later and still we walked. The orcs hadn't let us rest once since we set off at dawn. Walking for so long wouldn't usually have been such an issue, however before we set off the orcs had ripped the shoes off my feet, and they refused to allow me to eat or drink. I was thankful that the orcs were only treating me so badly, my comrades kept their shoes and were given a fraction of water at midday.

I honestly didn't think I'd make it to wherever they were taking us.

I kept myself going as long as I could, one foot in front of the other. It wasn't until the sun was a mere sliver of light on the horizon that my body gave way. I fell to my knees, the impact shooting pain through my aching body.

The orc in charge of me hit me several times, trying to make me keep going, but I didn't care what he did. I couldn't go a step further.

I felt a hard kick hit my back and next I knew I was lying on the ground with my cheek pressed to the dirt. I didn't even register the pain anymore, everything had gone numb, emotions included.

"Risa" a soft voice chased sleep away from me, "Risa, wake up." Reluctantly, I got to my feet and stretched out my legs one by one. I still didn't remember my dream, but I felt a strange lack of emotion.

"Hurry it up" Thorin's grumpy voice didn't even bother me this morning.

Bilbo ushered me out the open gate and together we followed Thorin back to the rest of the company.

The dwarf, Kili, whom had been shot was with them, and I suspected nobody told him about me, because as soon as his eyes fell upon me he stumbled backwards so violently he took Fili down with him.

"Kili it's alright! She isn't going to harm us." Fili quickly subdued his brother, promising to explain the whole situation whilst they traveled.

We left the elven city behind us as fast as we could, Thorin not wanting to give the elves a chance to stop us.

There was a significant lack of conversation between the company. I had to keep glancing over my shoulder to make sure they were still following behind me. Thorin had demanded I walk ahead of everybody else, so they could all keep a close eye on me, and so I couldn't attack them from behind. He wouldn't even let Bilbo walk near me; the saddened hobbit was made to walk near the rear of our single-file line.

Being at the front did have its advantages, as it turned out, I was able to smell much more than just dwarf. I could smell the rain a good while before it began to hammer down on us.