*Sobs* I'm so sorry. I am on the second week and have already failed in my goal. I should have updated yesterday and didn't and I apologise. So now for a day late, Happy Halloween? Now that I have apologised, I will give thee a new update as an apology. I don't own the Hobbit or the Lord of the Rings (If I did it would be an absolute disaster.)

Sindarin

Khuzdul

Hobbitish

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Bilbo sat semi-contentedly with Sago, humming a Hobbit folk tune under his breath as he smoked. The Dwarves were far more relaxed around them, now that Ren had saved one of their own, and he was happily listening to his son having an avid conversation with Kili over archery and what type of fletching was best upon an arrow. The Company's peace was disturbed however, when Gandalf threw open the door to the balcony on which they stayed and made an announcement. "The White Council is gathering in an hour, Saruman will try to disband our quest. It is best that you leave now, while you still can. I cannot come with you but I will meet you further along the road. Hurry now!" The Dwarves scrambled to their feet and began packing their bags as fast as they could. Bilbo discretely waved his hand, causing his bag to pack itself and pulled Sago aside. "Father?"Sago asked confused. Bilbo sighed and rubbed his face with one hand. "Sago I want you to stay…" Sago opened his mouth to interrupt. "No questions."Bilbo muttered. "I understand that you wish to come on the journey with us and while I would very much love to send you back to the Shire immediately, I know that the only way to ensure you get there and stay there is to take you there myself and I cannot do that. I know you will follow us so I am asking you to stay until your sister is healed."Sago looked at him in surprise. "I was about to ask the same question of you actually." He said. "You know that I would walk into Mordor for Ren so I do not see why you felt the need to require this."He paused. "Thank you for allowing me to come with you." Bilbo grinned.

"You would have come no matter what I said."Sago looked innocent.

"Maybe so, maybe not." Bilbo cuffed him teasingly around the head and pushed him towards his own bag. "Off with you scamp. Just because you are not coming does not mean that you can leave your belongings in such a state of untidiness as that compost heap."Sago laughed as he began tidying. Bilbo thought with a hint of sadness about how much his faunt had grown and how much his laugh rang like Rosabella's. But that was all in the past; what was important was to focus on reclaiming the mountain. Waving goodbye to Sago, Bilbo left with the other Dwarves from the room and leaving Rivendell. "Is he not coming with us Mister Boggins?" Kili asked. Bilbo shook his head lightly, the dark haired archer had become great friends with Sago during the hours spent by the fire in the evenings of their stay. "First of all, it's Baggins Master Kili. And he will be coming with us, he is staying with his sister until she is well." Kili nodded understanding, he would have stayed if Fili was wounded as well. Thorin handed the leading of the Company over to Balin as they trekked through the wilds and fell back slightly to talk with them. "When do you think she will be well?" Bilbo sighed and looked at the floor.

"I do not know, it depends on whether the wound was poisoned or not. If it was, which Lord Elrond highly doubts, then the speed of her recovery will be inhibited. If not, then she should be up in a few days. She will just have to refrain from strenuous activity or getting stabbed again." He cracked a quick smile before staring at the floor again. Thorin gave him a calculating glance, "You care for her." It was not a statement and Bilbo nodded. "Why?" Thorin asked. Bilbo raised his head and paused. "It is the same reason you care for all of the Dwarves in your kingdom, you are worried when they are hurt badly. You are either older, or in charge, you feel a sense of responsibility." Thorin looked surprised that Bilbo had interpreted his care for the Company so well. "You understand."

"Yes. I do." Thorin decided to cheer Bilbo up, the Hobbit may be soft and weak but he was one of the company and he and his people had just risked their lives to help one of his own. "Master Baggins." He began.

"Bilbo." Bilbo said.

"In that case, you may refer to me as Thorin."

"Right."

Bilbo didn't know what Thorin was going to try and say but he could tell it was going to be more than idle chatter. "Bilbo," Thorin said. "You appear to know them rather well, have you known them a long time?" Bilbo nodded and smiled, "Since the day they came into the world." He replied. "Sago is getting on rather well with your youngest nephew." Thorin smiled and looked fondly at Kili who had left them and was engaged in an avid conversation with Fili. "It is nice to see him forming bonds easily." Bilbo hummed and glanced at the two young Dwarves laughing. "I feel rather old to be honest, he has grown so much."

"I know the feeling well." Thorin laughed. "And yet I have seen him grow 72 years instead of," he looked at Bilbo. "How old is Sago?" Bilbo grinned at the Dwarf King. "15." He replied. He sensed that Thorin and he could become good friends. "I'm rather jealous of you, you know." He said. Thorin frowned at him, "Why?" Bilbo laughed loudly.

"Your line is reputed for great, noble and song worthy deeds. I am known as the descendant of the Hobbit that created golf!"

"How did your ancestor do that?" Thorin asked intrigued. Bilbo shook his head and said with a red face. "He swung a club and took off the Goblin King's head. It fell down a rabbit hole." Thorin's laughter echoed like thunder around the mountains. "That is indeed a story for the Hearth!" Bilbo's laugh soon joined his and they spoke companionably until nightfall.

A few days into the journey saw the company being pelted with thick sheets of rain as thunder shook the stone spears towering around them. A large boulder came flying towards them and after it impacted, they saw one of the mountains stand. A stone giant. Bilbo had had to deal with one of these before and it wasn't easy. The Elves may have tales of him being able to defeat Sauron but that wasn't accurate. Maybe if Sauron was very weak he could detain or capture him, maybe knock him out but he could never kill him. If there were more of these giants then they could be in trouble, he couldn't use magic without giving himself away. "This is no thunderstorm! It's a thunder battle! Look!" Balin shouted, fighting to be heard over the howling winds. Bofur looked astounded. "Well, bless me! The legends are true! Giants; stone giants!" Bilbo had an instinct to be sarcastic when caught in a problem. "Just in case we didn't notice that they were giant and made of stone." He muttered. Thorin snorted before bellowing at the rest of the Company, "Take cover, you'll fall!" To Bilbo's dismay, the ground beneath their feet began to split and shake. He came to the revelation that they were standing upon another stone giant. "Sweet Yavanna." He groaned. He could tell that they were in for a rough few hours. "Kili, grab my hand! Kili!" He heard from the front and saw that the crack had widened with one half of the Company being on a separate leg to the other. Thorin had moved forwards to lead the Company and now Bilbo was stuck with several other Dwarves, upon the moving knee of a stone giant.

The giant they were standing on received several fists to the face and Bilbo saw the stone of the mountain rising up rapidly to meet him. Then he felt a sharp pain in his ankle and the next thing he knew, he was dangling off the side of the mountain. "NO!" He heard Thorin scream, of course, one of his nephews was on the same kneecap as him. "It's alright! They're alive!" Gloin yelled joyously. Bilbo suddenly heard a shout from above him. "Where's Bilbo?" He made a weak noise in the back of his throat, all of his strength going into not falling. Seeing Bofur's face above him, he offered a pained smile. Bofur made a noise of horror and began trying to pull him up. Bilbo could not hang on to the slippery rock and one of his hands fell to his side. He felt a pressure on the small of his back and moved his head just in time to see Thorin next to him before a hand grasped the back of his coat and he was pulled onto the ground. He turned around, regretting it once his ankle twinged violently to see his new friend being hauled up onto the mountain ledge by Dwalin. Dwalin sounded relieved, "I thought we'd lost our burglar." Thorin just nodded. "Now… we must find shelter."

They entered a damp, dank cave after 30 minutes of searching. "It looks safe enough." Dwalin said, prodding one of the rocks with the handle of his axe. Thorin frowned, "Search to the back; caves in mountains are seldom unoccupied." Dwalin conducted a quick search, lantern in hand before turning back, "There's nothing here." Gloin gleefully dropped a pile of soaked wood onto the floor before rubbing his hands together. "Right then! Let's get a fire started."

"No. No fires, not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first light." Thorin barked. Bilbo could admit that he was right, although rather begrudgingly. "We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan." Balin said. "Plans change." Thorin replied ominously. "Bofur, take the first watch."

Later that night, as he lay awake, Bilbo pulled his sword gently from its scabbard by an inch. It was quite a handy little thing wasn't it? Then, shock flooded his veins as he noticed the blade shining blue. He barely had time to shout a warning, before the floor opened and they were swallowed by the depths of the mountain.

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Well that was fun! As you can all see, I have made Thorin and Bilbo have a stronger friendship so Thorin's insult didn't occur. I hope you enjoyed this! Next on Hobbits and Stupid Heroics… The Goblins, the Orcs and Gollum!

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