When they returned, they saw that most had fallen asleep. The hobbit was very weary from the journey, even though it had barely begun. Gandalf sat against a rock near the group, chewing on the end of his pipe. Angel paced around the group, looking in all directions, insuring that there would be no ambush. Bilbo took an apple from his rucksack, and fed it to the pony he had ridden, but as he did, a scream pinged from the distance. Angel immediately turned to the sound and took out a throwing knife.
"What was that?" Bilbo panicked.
"Orcs." Kili replied as he looked to the eruption of the sound.
"Orcs?" Bilbo ran to Fili and Kili, whom sat together. The company awoke from the fear within Bilbo's voice, Thorin nearly jumped out of his body. Fili and Kili explained an orc night raid to Bilbo, terror washed over the hobbit, the two young dwarves chuckled.
"You think that's funny?" Thorins voice thundered. "You think a night raid by orcs is a joke."
"Relax Thorin, they didn't mean anything by it." Angel defended as she walked up from behind him.
"No they didn't, they know nothing of the world." Thorin stormed off and stood by the ponies, looking off into space. Angel scoffed and shook her head.
"Don't mind him laddie, Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs." Balin ensured. He then went on to tell the tale of how Thorin lost both his father, and grandfather to the pale orc, Azog 'The Defiler'. When they tried to reclaim Moria, Azog soon turned to Thorin, who wielded nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. In the end, Thorin cut off Azogs left arm, just before the elbow. Although Thorin had lead them to victory, there was no celebration, for their dead were beyond the count of grief. The party of dwarves slowly began to stand, and turn to him. "I thought to myself then, there is one who I could follow. There is one, who I could call king." Thorin then turned to face them all who were gazing upon him, walking between them toward Bilbo, who asked about the outcome of the pale orc. Thorin informed that he had died of his wounds, but with his words, the faces of both Gandalf and Balin became flushed with dread.
They set out at dawn, much to Angels delight, and to the rest of the company's discomfort, it was pouring rain. She rode ahead of the others, ignoring all of their conversations. The darkness of the day warmed her, and the rain that seeped into her clothes calmed her. She loved the rain, but quickly the clouds cleared. They approached a torn appart house. Thorin announced that they were to camp there for the night, Gandalf contested, he wished to move on. Thorin declined and a squabble formed from the conversation, prompting Gandalf to charge off.
"Gandalf, where are you going?" Angel questioned as he stomped by.
"To seek the company of the only one around here who has got any sense," Gandalf grumbled.
"And who's that?" Bilbo inquired.
"Myself, Mr. Baggins!" Gandalf shouted back as he disappeared.
'Oh there is no way in hell I'm being left alone with these dwarves' Angel thought as she jogged behind the tall man.