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Ten

For the next few days we travelled over hills and rivers, spending hours navigating rocky hillside and trying not to fall off the edge of cliffs. In all my years I thought I had seen everything until one night as we filed one-by-one down a rocky path in the midst of a violent storm. The wind and the rain never bother me so much, since Elves were naturally light on their feet but the Dwarves and poor Bilbo were suffering from the harsh weather.

Originally I had thought that it was just a normal thunderstorm but no-it was a thunder battle between stone giants. My father would have wanted to sit and study the giants in their natural habitat but the company needed shelter or someone would die. We sought shelter in a deep cave, dry but with no fire.

I sat on the edge of the cave with Spirit and Bofur, starting out in the night. I liked the Dwarf, he was odd, but shared his pipe with me and some dried meat with Spirit. Whilst we sat there, talking in hushed tones about many things in life, the two of us notice Bilbo trying to leave the cave. There had been an incident in the mountains where Bilbo almost lost his life by falling over the edge of the cliff, Thorin risked his life to save him and berated the Hobbit for missing his warm bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bofur questioned, catching Bilbo off guard.

Bilbo froze in his spot. "Back to Rivendell."

Bofur jumped up and shook his head. "No, no, you can't turn back now, you're part of the Company. You're one of us."

Bilbo shook his head. "I'm not though, am I? Thorin said I should have never come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door."

I glanced around us and my eyes settled on Thorin who was watching thoughtfully and quietly.

"You're homesick," Bofur cut in. "I understand."

"No you don't," Bilbo argued back. "You don't understand! None of you do-you're Dwarves. You used to-to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere."

Bofur was taken aback by that comment and Bilbo knew it.

"I am sorry, I didn't…" Bilbo started.

"No, you're right," Bofur nodded. "We don't belong anywhere. I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do." He put his hand on Bilbo's shoulder and smiled. He started to walk away but Bofur's eyes were trained on Bilbo's sword.

It was glowing blue.

As were mine.

Thorin and I jumped up as the sound of heavy machinery echoed throughout the cave and cracks appeared in the sand on the floor. "Wake up!" Thorin shouted. "Wake up!"

The floor of the cave suddenly collapsed underneath us. I tried to reach out for something to grab onto but I was unlucky enough to be sucked into the darkness with my companions. When I hit the floor with a thud, instinct took over and I instantly twisted my body out from the tangled pile of Dwarves. We were in a wooden cage underground, deep within the mountain. Shrinking back into the shadows, I disappeared completely from view to watch as a horde of goblins attacked the company and taking their weapons before they dragged them away. I pulled the hood up on my cloak and started off in the darkness after the goblins and their prisoners. I followed the horde through a vast network of tunnels and wooden bridges towards a great throne room and the platform of the Great Goblin himself. I grimaced and the gigantic goblin with a large, swinging chin that was completely covered in warts. The Dwarves weapons were all piled together and as I did a head count I realised that we were missing Bilbo.

The Great Goblin jumped off his throne and approached the company. "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"

"Dwarves, your malevolence."

"Dwarves!" the Great Goblin hissed.

"We found them on the front porch."

"Well," he shouted, "don't just stand there-SEARCH THEM! EVERY CRACK! EVERY CREVICE!" I watched the Goblins searched the Dwarves thoroughly, throwing away everything that they found. "What are you doing in these parts? Speak!"

No on responded.

"Well then," he smirked, "if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest!" The Great Goblin pointed towards Ori but Thorin was quick to out himself to spare the youngster the pain of torture at the hands of Goblins.

"Wait!" he shouted.

The Great Goblin smirked. "Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror-King under the mountain. 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.

Azog the Defiler.

"Azog the Defiler was destroyed," Thorin argued. "He was slain in battle long ago."

"So you think his defiling days are done, do you?" He turned to a tiny Goblin sitting in a basket and holding a slate. "Send word to the Pale Orc-tell him I have found his prize."

I watched the tiny goblin disappear from view.

"I really wish you hadn't done that," I spoke up as I stepped out of the shadows.

The Great Goblin shrieked in surprise and terror when I pulled my hood off my head. "Who are you Elf and how did you get into my home?"

"The front door," I smirked. "As I said, I wish you hadn't done that."

The Great Goblin stared at me and it was as if a thought popped into his head. "Ah yes-you are the Elf…the Dark Elf that he wants. He said that you would be travelling with the Dwarves. Thirteen Dwarves, one Hobbit, a Wizard and the Dark Elf, daughter of light. First and only one of her kind. Azog will proudly deliver you to him."

"He who?" I questioned him, keeping my ground.

The Great Goblin smirked. "The Necromancer."