Without prior warning, a goblin behind us shrieked, and after a metallic clang, more chaos erupted around us.

The goblin king cowered back, crying, "I know that sword! It is the goblin cleaver! kill them! Cut off his head!"

Once again the dwarves were fighting the goblins, though without their weapons, who knew how long they would last. Thorin was brought down not too far from me, a goblin hanging over him, preparing a killing strike with its knife. Adrenaline surged through me, and I threw my captors away, leaving me free to stop Thorin's execution. Before I'd managed to reach him however, everyone, dwarf, goblin and myself, was knocked down by a shockwave and a burst of light bright enough to dim the room once it faded.

"Fight!" I heard Gandalf yell. When had he got there?

The battle resumed and together, Gandalf, the dwarves and I fought our way through the cave. The goblins tasted horrible, but with little else to work with, my teeth and strong jaws were my best weapon.

Soon we were halted as the goblin king emerged before us, a triumphant look upon his face.

Whilst he spoke, I looked around for another way out. The goblin king had given enough time for us to become trapped between him and the goblin horde.

I turned my attention back to Gandalf in time to see the Goblin king fall forward, dead. The force of his heavy mass caused the platform we were all standing on to break, and it fell down the deep crevice with us clinging for our lives.

With luck, the layers of platform actually padded the landing, so nobody was too worse for ware.

A quick sniff of the air sent a stroke of joy through me. I could smell fresh air. Instinctively I let out a howl and charged in the direction of the smell, leading the way to the exit.

I ran down the steep hill until I heard the others slow to a stop. One perk about my warg form was my stamina. While the others were puffing and catching their breath, I felt as though I could go on for hours more.

I looked around, to make sure everyone was there, but only then did I notice Bilbo's absence. Gandalf had noticed it too, and was asking around for information.

Ignoring the petty bickering from the dwarves, I went back up the hill a short way, looking and smelling for Bilbo. There was a familiar scent on the wind.

No! It smelt like wargs! I ran back to the company, straight to Thorin and stared him in the eyes, trying with all my might to tell him what was coming. I whimpered, then nudged him away from the threat.

"Everybody run" I couldn't tell if he knew why, but he seemed to understand that we needed to move quickly.

Right on queue, several wargs came sprinting at us. They were easily killed, but too late, I saw we had run right to the edge of a cliff.