Hello! Sorry I haven't uploaded this or even put questions of the chapter on the bottom. It's been a hectic few months and they're not getting any easier. Especially not with what my schedule is looking like and with the holidays coming. I don't know if there will be an update next week, we'll have to see...sorry again.

Life, why you gotta be like this?

I don't own Harry Potter or The Hobbit

They hauled Bombur away from the river and instantly Bofur, Bifur and Oin knelt down to check the rotund dwarf. Try as they might, no amount of prodding, shouting, tempting, slapping or applications of Oin's herbs could stir the dwarf to wakefulness. Despite all the efforts they were putting forth, he still slept on.

"It's no use, he won't wake up." said Oin looking over to Thorin and Balin.

"How long do you think he will be this way?" asked Balin with a look of worry towards the sleeping dwarf.

"Hard to say, it was enchanted waters that he fell into, it could be hours, days, perhaps years." said Oin somberly. "Either we'll have to hope Gandalf meets us sooner than Dale, or hopefully the spell will wear of long before we meet up with the wizard."

"So we'll have to carry him." said Thorin with a frown on his face. The others looked prepared to argue, but changed their minds, when they saw the concerned looks on Bifur and Bofur's faces.

"We'll need to make a litter, one person trying to lift him is out of question, even for Dori and Dwalin. We'll have to make it long, three people on each side and we'll switch out in shifts. Fainas, do you think you can make…" said Oin.

Thorin stopped him, "No, we'll make it by hand. If we're carrying Bombur, we cannot afford to carry him as well. The last thing we need is two members of the Company unable to wake up, and we still need him to keep us in line…Fainas is the only one that seems to know where we all are and can summon us back."

Bofur and Dwalin carved out a large slab out of a different fallen tree and chipped away at the sides to make handles for the dwarves to hold onto as they carried Bombur on their shoulders. As Oin suggested, there were to be three dwarves on each side and they would switch out at even intervals so as to not exhaust themselves.

Fainas and Bilbo were exempt from carrying duty mostly due to their size. Bilbo was the shortest member of the Company and with his now leaner build, he would surely snap under Bombur's great weight. Fainas on the other hand was too tall to carry Bombur on his shoulders and he would be at a disadvantage with his grip.

Instead, the pair of them would shoulder Bombur's pack and carry it evenly between the two of them, and with their chief cook incapacitated, Bilbo and Fainas both had to take over the responsibility of maintaining the dwindling food supply. Bilbo was visibly distraught over the meager amount of food the dwarves had to see them through the Greenwood and tried to convince them to partake in the many cakes of lembas bread that the young wizard had.

"Don't be foolish Thorin, even stretching it even thinner than what Bombur has done already, the food won't last past tomorrow! See reason and just." implored Bilbo as the Company took small nibbles of the last of the cram for their dinner. Meanwhile, both he and Fainas were feeling pleasantly full from only a mouthful of the elven bread.

"We've discussed this, Master Baggins, we'll be fine, you two may partake in those elven cakes." said Thorin waving his hand dismissively.

Bilbo threw his hands up into the air and stomped over to where Fainas was sitting. "Confusticating dwarves!" he muttered.

"Tell me about it." said Fainas with a smile.

Bombur finally awoke two days later, long after they made camp and to the dismay of his family, Bilbo and Fainas…he immediately said he was hungry. The last of the food had been devoured that morning and now all that was left was the elvish waybread, Bombur was quite distressed at this news.

"I'm sorry Bombur, I tried to keep the food going as long as I could." said Bilbo soberly. "There wasn't a lot left when you fell asleep, you see." He then leaned over to the large dwarf and whispered, "I'm sure Fainas can slip you a bit of the waybread if you'd like."

Bombur looked around at the others that had fallen back to sleep, grumbling slightly at the dwarf's declaration of hunger. He nodded quickly and Bilbo had passed Bombur a leaf wrapped square, "He says a bite will be enough."

Bombur nodded once more, took a bite, swallowed and then laid back down on his bedroll.

No one had the heart to tell him that they had gotten off the path and they were now lost in the forest of Mirkwood.

For two days they wandered the paths, trying hard to find the way back to the elven path that they had lost. When they told Bombur that they had lost the path he had just about fainted there in the clearing where they stood, and would have done so if Dwalin hadn't of smacked him on the back of the head.

"We've carried yeh enough for one journey, we're not carryin' you again."

They wandered the paths as close as they could, with Fainas pulling them back roughly if they had gone too far away. The first time that Kili had accidentally done so, he was startled so bad that he had sent an arrow back in the direction he was being pulled. It was a lucky thing that Fainas had deflected the arrow with a hastily made bubble, or he could have been seriously injured.

Kili was horrified at the act that he had almost committed.

"Oh Mahal! I am so sorry Fainas!" said Kili pleading with him and trying to inspect the young man to make sure there wasn't any injury done to him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine…there was no harm done." said Fainas trying to swat his hands away.

"How are we going to find our way out? We cannot even find the sun!" lamented Nori as they all gathered in the clearing that Fainas and Kili stood.

"Of course we can, it's straight up." said Fainas pointing upwards as Oin came over and pushed him down on a large rock so he could examine the youth.

Bilbo slowly looked up the tree he was leaning up against, and then back at the rest of the Company. He noticed Fainas was sitting down and talking to Oin, the dwarf trying to get him to take a bit of a pain relieving tonic he had left in his pack. Earlier in that day, (as if that day wasn't already uneventful) Fainas had accidentally fallen down a small ditch and had wrenched his ankle. Thorin and Oin rushed to his aid and looked at him with slight bemusement as he seemed to say some strange foreign curse woods.

"I don't know what that meant, but I wager I don't want to hear it again." said Thorin with a snort.

Before he could try and use that blue light, Oin had stopped him and had looked at the injury himself. "Don't wear yourself out Fainas, you'd better not think I haven't seen you looking a bit faint after the last time you healed yourself." said Oin sternly.

Now he was forbidden to use that strange healing magic till they exited the forest and if it's not an emergency. Dori took a limb that was on the ground nearby and with Bofur and Bifur's help, made a makeshift crutch for the young man.

He was the most agile of the group, but with that ankle, Bilbo in good conscious could not ask him to climb the tree.

"We need to find the sun." said Bilbo and began to climb the tree.

After Oin left to go and check on Bifur who was, according to Bofur, was feeling unwell, Harry looked around the Company and saw that there was one member missing. Bilbo was gone, he closed his eyes and tried to find out where the bubble that surrounded Bilbo was at.

His attention was drawn up a nearby tree and he saw the small form of Bilbo Baggins scaling the ancient tree to try and get their bearings. He was so much in awe of the courage that this hobbit possessed. He personally didn't think he would be that brave so many years ago, before he went to Hogwarts. No doubt he would have curled up in a sobbing ball if he had been dropped off in Middle Earth without going through all that he had so far in life.

His nostalgic thoughts were violently interrupted when he saw something large skittering after Bilbo, bringing the Beryl stone to the front of his mind, he looked at the creature scurrying up the tree and his blood froze.

It was a spider, not quite as big as Aragog, but it certainly wouldn't be easy for the hobbit to fight off. He reached down, and against Oin's orders, he healed his ankle and began scaling the tree as fast as he could. If he called out to the hobbit to warn him, he feared it would only make the situation worse, he needed to get the hobbit as quickly and quietly.

It was a short while till he managed to get to the spider that was starting to wind several webs beneath were Bilbo had broken through the canopy. Harry settled on a limb and slowly unsheathed his sword. He backed up against the wood of the tree, waiting for the spider to make its way over to him, trying to capture one prey while another hidden figure planned to attack it.

The moment that they had both seen each other, Harry expanded the branch he was standing on to almost a large wood-paneled floor and made to stab the spider in its hairy body. The spider squealed sharply but dodged slightly, lessening the damage done to itself, but Harry still managed to cut the arachnid's body. The spider wrapped it's many legs around him and bit down on the wizard with its pincers.

Harry felt the tiny fangs, no doubt covered in a toxin, break skin and his vision began to cloud immediately. Thinking as fast as he could, using both the Opal and the Turquoise stones, he healed the actual wound and slowed down the poison coursing through his body till he could get back to Oin.

The spider was expecting the wizard to fall, but was stunned that he seemed to be tougher than he looked. Unfortunately for the spider, that moment of hesitation was its downfall, the sword was brought down and it's head was liberated from its body.

As the spider's body fell into its own webbing, Harry's vision clouded even further and his body grew heavier. He stumbled and fell off the wooden platform he had made and fell into the open space. As he fell, he willed the emerald stone to create something to catch him on his way down. As his vision blackened, he could feel something wrap itself around his body and his falling ceased.

Hours later, he awoke with a throbbing pain in his shoulder and his entire body shook with a strange chill. He opened his eyes slightly and saw nothing but a dark sort of green wall surrounding him. He placed a trembling hand on the green wall, finding it oddly cool. After he touched it, the wall fell away revealing that it was a large cluster of leaves that held him tenderly.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the leaves until he could look around the surrounding area. He looked down at the ground and saw how close it was now and saw that there were no dwarves beneath him.

He looked around the forest floor quickly, panicking slightly that perhaps during the fight, and in their befuddled state, they continued on without both himself and Bilbo.

"They wouldn't leave me or Bilbo…right?" thought Harry with an apprehensive look. "No, no…they said that they don't leave children behind for any reason…and they think I'm a child…they have to be somewhere nearby…"

It then hit him.

"Merlin's pants! I didn't tell them where I went! They might have thought I got lost or carried off or something! Hold on…calm down…Bilbo's story said that they were captured by spiders right?"

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on where the bubbles were located. He found all of them, including Bilbo, deeper in the forest. He made the plant lower him to the forest floor and began to quickly follow the gentle pull of the bubbles, leading him to the Company. Hoping that they were alright at that moment and time…and not captured by the other beings that roamed Mirkwood forest.

Harry finally arrived at the spot where the dwarves' bubbles had led him and was met with a terrifying scene.

More spiders, either greater or smaller in size than the one that had gone after Bilbo, had swarmed around the dwarves and were clicking their pincers menacingly. He made a quick count of the dwarves and found them all to be present, with the exception of Bilbo, who was off to the side, hiding outside the group thanks to the ring. The dwarves looked weakened, web-covered and were almost all missing their weapons with the exception of Thorin who had kept a hold of his own sword.

"Where is Fainas?" asked Ori. "Did he fall with us? Did Bilbo cut him loose too?"

"If those things hurt one hair on that lad's head, I'll rip their legs off." growled Dwalin.

"That's if I leave any spiders behind." said Thorin baring his teeth.

"I am not leaving Fainas to be eaten these vile creatures." said Thorin darkly. "I will set all these webs ablaze before I am satisfied that he is not here."

As several spiders lunged at him, all at once, their weapons that were guarded by a group of spiders, impaled themselves into the bodies standing around them. They flew into the air to strike down the oncoming spiders.

"Fainas?" called out Thorin loudly.

"Coming, dad…er…Adad!" said Fainas, jumping down out of a tree and sliding down an earthen slide he had created with a great smile on his face. The weapons flew to their respective owners and their hastily chosen replacements were discarded onto the ground.

He brought up large rocks from the ground around them and sent them flying into the black bodies of the spiders that continued to approach them, some struck the spiders' bodies so hard that their abdomens burst and others crashed into their heads sending them flying backwards.

"Good work, Fainas lad!" said Bofur happily as he struck a nearby spider in the head with his mattock.

"Where in Mahal's great forges were you?" spat Thorin as he struck another spider with his elvish blade, his back touching Fainas' lower back, both watching each other's blind spots

"Well, let me just say…" said Fainas as he reached out to the forest and brought out thorny vines to snap at the spiders that continued to come towards the clearing, trying wipe the sweat off his brows. "No matter what story I tell you, you won't be happy."

"No truer words were ever said." grunted Thorin, slicing at the eyes of a nearby spider. "Stop prancing around with that magic, I can feel your breaths, you're exhausting yourself."

"I'm fine." said Fainas, panting slightly. "I'll rest when this is all done."

Thorin shook his head and raised his hand to take another swing at a spider when the spider before him suddenly had an arrow protruding from its eyes.

"Ah, God damn it, not again!" said Fainas wincing.

Thorin then saw several arrows sailing through the air and embedding themselves in the bodies of the spiders and thankfully missing the rest of the Company. That was until he saw one arrow come too close to Kili, but it had just bounced right off and lay broken on the ground.

"Fainas…" said Thorin, looking back at his adopted son.

Fainas' arms were outstretched and his body was hunched over, as if trying to hold the dwarves back and shield them against the newer foes that were swiftly approaching. Soon, the clearing was devoid of any living spiders and were replaced with elves, their bows drawn and pointing straight at the Company.

"What brings, a group of dwarves and... a child…to the Greenwood without the Elf King's permission?" said the taller blonde elf, his bow drawn and pointed towards Thorin.

"What is wrong with the child?" asked another blonde haired elf looking at Fainas. Thorin looked over to Fainas, his face pale, sweat pouring down his face and his mouth hanging open and gasping for breath. With a groan, Fainas fell to his knees.

"Fainas!" shouted Fili.

Thorin caught the young man before he could fall face first into the dirt, the bubbles all dissipated and he fell into unconsciousness, he and the dwarves, were now at the mercy of the elves…. Only Bilbo was left uncaptured.

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Hmm...here's one, what is the biggest home project you've done? Mine is that I'm doing almost all my Christmas presents done by hand. What the hey did I get myself into?