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"What does it matter? He's back!" Gandalf proclaimed.

"It matters! I want to know, why did you come back?" Thorin questioned the Hobbit.

"Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you're right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden. See, that's where I belong. That's home. And that's why I came back, cause you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can," Bilbo said nodding. After Bilbo speaks, there is silence as the dwarves think about what Bilbo said. Gandalf smiles slightly, happy that Bilbo has changed so much…. for the better.

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Several Wargs, Azog and his White Warg among them, race down the side of the mountain after the Company howling. Hearing the howling, the Company members realize they are in danger.

"Out of the frying pan….." Thorin started, a slight roll of his eyes.

"...and into the fire! Run! Run!" Gandalf shouts loudly.

They all start running, Nariel only after Bofur and Gloin helped her to her feet, down the mountain as fast as they can. The Wargs follow them rapidly and it becomes nighttime. Soon the foremost Warg catches up to the group and leaps at Bilbo. Bilbo ducks behind a rock and the Warg's jaws snap in the air over his head. The Warg lands in front of him. Growling, it charges at him. Bilbo pulls out his sword and holds it in front of him causing the charging Warg to impale itself in the head on the sword and fall down dead. Bilbo looks on in surprise. A few more Wargs catch up to the fleeing dwarves, but they are quickly dispatched. The Company reaches a large outcropping of land with a few trees growing on it. They are trapped there as there is no way off the outcropping besides a great fall down the mountain.

"Up into the trees, all of you! Gloin, Oin, help Nariel up. Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!" Gandalf yells and climbs up to the top of the furthest tree himself.

Bifur throws an axe, killing a Warg which was approaching him. Bofur jumps off a rock and grabs a tree branch, using Dwalin's head as a stepping stone to the tree. Gloin gets up into the branches of a tree and helps Nariel up as Oin gives her a boost. Nariel turns and reaches a hand out to help Oin up into the branches. Other dwarves began climbing into the trees as well. Bilbo tries to pull his sword out of the dead Warg's head, but it is stuck firmly so he continues to pull.

"They're coming!" Thorin calls out. Dwalin boosts Balin up. Thorin, Bombur, and the rest climb up trees too. The main body of Wargs and Warg Riders approach. Bilbo finally manages to pull his sword out of the Warg and he looks up to see several more Wargs running at him. He quickly clambers up a tree as the Wargs rush below him. Dozens of Wargs circle the trees in which the Company members are perched. Gandalf reaches out with his staff and picks up a moth sitting in the same tree as him. Bringing the moth close to his face, he whispers to it then blows it gently, causing it to flutter away. The Wargs cease their growling and turn as the White Warg, with Azog on its back, approaches slowly. Thorin looks at Azog in shock.

"Azog?!" Thorin whispered not wanting to believe the Pale Orc was really alive. As his White Warg growls, Azog strokes it and talks ominously.

"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?" Azog said speaking in his own language. Nariel's eyes widened slightly. Gloin looked down at her with a confused expression.

"What is he saying?" Gloin asked her. Nariel glanced up at him then focused on Azog and his words.

"Do you smell it? The scent of fear?" Nariel translated.

"Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob," Azog continued speaking.

"I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain," Nariel translated as well and turned her head to look at Thorin. She realizes Thorin looks stricken with pain and grief, no doubt realizing that Azog had captured and killed his father.

"It cannot be," Thorin whispered, he wanted to believe his father was still alive. That he was just lost and wandering somewhere.

Nariel watches as Azog turns and speaks to his riders, but before she can translate, Wargs are leaping forward and trying to climb the trees. The trees begin to shake violently as the Wargs continue to scrabble at the tree trunks and snap the branches in their jaws. Despite all this, Nariel continues to watch Azog to see if she can translate anything else. She watches as Azog opens his mouth to say something else, but her attention is quickly adverted to a Warg below her. Each time it jumped the tree, Nariel lost her grip on the branches, she just hadn't realized it till now when she lost her grip and nearly fell to the ground.

With the weight of the Wargs climbing it, the furthest tree from the edge of the cliff, which Bilbo and several other dwarves are in, gets uprooted from the ground and begins leaning wildly. More Wargs grab onto it causing the tree to tip over and land on the next tree. The dwarves and Bilbo jump from the falling tree to the next. However, this tree as well tips over; like dominoes, all the trees begin falling over. All the dwarves, Bilbo, Nariel, and Gandalf manage to jump onto the last tree at the very edge of the cliff. This tree doesn't fall over but Azog laughs anyways. Looking around in desperation, Gandalf spies a pinecone. He grabs it and uses his staff to set the pinecone on fire, then he throws it down amongst the Wargs, who retreat in fear of the fire. Azog is startled and angry at the unexpected resistance. Gandalf lights two more pinecones and throws one down to Fili.

"Fili!" Gandalf called down to the dwarf just in time to avoid the dwarf getting hit on the head with a flaming pinecone.

Fili catches the pinecone. Bilbo and the dwarves gather pine cones and Gandalf sets them all on fire. Everyone then throws the flaming pinecones like missiles at the Wargs. The area around the tree gets set on fire, forcing the Wargs to retreat a distance. At least one Warg gallops away with its fur alight. Azog roars in anger and frustration as the dwarves and Nariel cheer. Suddenly, their cheers turn into cries of fear as the roots of the tree they are in start to give way causing it to tip precariously over the edge of the cliff, but then it comes to a rest sticking straight out away from the edge of the cliff. Gandalf looks down and sees the ground far, far, below. The dwarves try to hold on as they get flung around. Ori loses his grip on the tree and falls, but manages to grab on to Dori's leg.

"Ahhhh, no! No!" Ori cried out as he began losing his grip on Dori's leg as well.

"Mister Gandalf!" Dori cried out as he too began losing his grip on the tree. Within a matter of moments, Dori does in fact lose his grip and begins to fall along with Ori. However, Gandalf quickly swings his staff down and the two dwarves grab a hold of it, each one shouting to the other to hold on.

Azog growls and Thorin, who is clinging to the tree, looks at him in hate and anger. He then pulls himself up, draws his sword, and walks down the leaning trunk as Bilbo, Nariel, and the others, hanging from the tree, look on. Thorin runs through the burning ground at Azog and his White Warg. Azog spreads his arms wide with a smug grin on his face, almost as if taunting the dwarf. Thorin growls as he runs with his sword up and his oaken branch shield held in front of him. Azog crouches then roars as his Warg leaps at Thorin. Thorin tries to swing his sword, but the Warg hits him in the chest with its forepaw, smashing Thorin to the ground. The other dwarves in the tree look on in shock. Dori struggles to hold on to Gandalf's staff.

And this brings us to what I would like to call a cliffhanger. Again, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review?