Hello everyone! Sorry for the late update. I had an appointment yesterday and then had to go to the store and was stuck in there for two hours. Ended up getting injections in my neck to help with my migraines and they made me feel really sick so I forgot about uploading the chapter. My bad. Hope this long chapter makes up for it.

Anything that comes directly from the Hobbit of course belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.

Please enjoy! Xoxo Mels

Third Person POV

Thorin looked to his niece and then to Dwalin before he hesitantly stepped closer to Adaira, his hands raised in a placating gesture. Adaira pointed her sticks at him, her eyes shifting around between him, Dwalin, and Oin who were closest to her and she bit her lower lip looking nervous. Thorin had never seen her so on edge before, not even the first time they had met.

"None of us here will hurt you, Adaira," Thorin assured his niece in a gentle voice and Adaira raised an eyebrow at him, frowning even deeper as he addressed her by name. " I know it's confusing to you now, but we know who you are. We've traveled together for many months and face many perils together," Thorin informed her, hoping to trigger her memories.

"Start talking," Adaira ordered him, her lips forming a tight line as she regarded him with a quizzical stare.

"My name is Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror. I am your idad." Thorin introduced himself before he gestured to Fili and Kili who were at the front of the group of those who were watching the exchange worried glances. "This is Fili and Kili, your irak'nadads," Thorin introduced his nephews and Fili and Kili bowed to her in turn.

"That's not possible," Adaira said, shaking her head. "Adad spoke of my idad, but he always told me that we could never return to our homeland," Adaira said a deep furrow forming between her brows.

"And yet it is the truth. You were brought here by magic many months ago, just as you were sent to this Hegg by magic. We journey now to the Lonely Mountain, to Erebor to reclaim the mountain from Smuag," Thorin explained to his niece and he frowned deeply in concern when Adaira dropped one of her sticks and reached up to grab at the side of her head, grimacing in pain as she rubbed it.

"Erebor," She said under her breath before she opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes slightly glassy.

"We travel now through Mirkwood. You've fallen under an enchantment of some sort," Thorin told her and Adaira looked right at him and shook her head.

"That's not possible," She said again, scoffing. "Magic doesn't exist. If it did…," She began to say before she stopped herself from finishing her sentence, a pained look of a different type crossing her features. She snorted then and rolled her eyes. "I'm not entertaining this hallucination any further," She said and she turned around and began to walk away from them. She had just moved to walk off of the path when Dwalin lunged forward and wrapped his hand tightly around her arm and pulled her back onto it. Adaira turned around quick as lightning and walloped him once more on the knuckles with her stick.

"Give me that," Dwalin grunted and he pulled the stick from her hand and tossed it far away from them into the forest. "We're not going tah hurt yah lass. It's the last thing we want tah do," Dwalin told his wife as he looked down at her, his expression slightly pleading as he tried to get her to recognize him and get her to relax.

"Let go of me!" Adaira growled and she angrily ripped her arm free of his grip. "I've had enough of this now. I don't know who you think you are, but if you touch me again you'll have more to worry about than your hand," Adaira threatened him as she stood toe to toe with him and poked him in the chest, a furious expression on her face as her lip turned up in a snarl.

Dwalin couldn't help but feel proud in that moment. He knew that to many he was seen as intimidating, but his wife seemed to have no problem with standing toe to toe with him and threatening him as she stood up for herself. Before Dwalin could speak, Oin's arm came up and he suddenly thumped Adaira on the back of the head hard. Dwalin watched her face as she frowned and made a small sound of pain before her eyes crossed and rolled back in her head. Her knees buckled and she began to fall and Dwalin caught her easily as she fell unconscious.

"What was that for?" Dwalin demanded of Oin angrily as he lowered his wife down to the ground gently.

"We were wasting time lad. She's not going to trust us. She's a stubborn lass," Oin said as he looked down at Adaira.

"So knocking her out is better?" Dwalin asked the healer who shrugged his shoulders as he knelt down beside Adaira and checked her over briefly.

"Did you have a better idea?" Oin asked him as he looked to Dwalin with a raised eyebrow. "I've never seen anything like this before. Could be temporary," Oin said groaning as he got back to his feet.

"Or?" Thorin asked in concern and Oin frowned as his face formed a grave expression.

"Or it could be permanent. Only time will tell," Oin told them as Dwalin caressed the side of his wife's face, trying to sooth her as she slept. Her breathing slowed and the lines in her face smoothed out, a more peaceful expression settling over her face.

"You, do you know anything about this Elf?" Thorin asked, directing his question to Lyssaria and she raised an eyebrow at him, this being the only time that Thorin had talked to her.

"My mother mentioned an enchanted river once, but never about what it could do," Lyssaria answered Thorin and he scoffed.

"Figures that you would be of no help. You've been no help since we entered these woods," Thorin said with a sneer and Lyssaira stepped towards him with an angry look on her face.

"Well if it wasn't for Bombur pushing her into the river we wouldn't be in this mess. I've kept you on the path. Did you think traversing Mirkwood would be easy?" Lyssaria argued with Thorin with a sneer on her face.

"How dare you…," Thorin began but before he could finish his sentence Bilbo stepped forward, stopping him as he held up his hands.

"What do we do now?" Bilbo asked, stepping closer as Dwalin, hefted Adaria up into his arms.

"Oin is right, we're wasting time. We can't afford delays. We have no food or water. We need to keep moving," Thorin answered Bilbo, glaring once more at Lyssaria before he sighed. "We need to protect her from herself until she regains her memory," He finally said and he looked to Fili. "Bring some rope. We'll tie her hands together for now. Dwalin, you'll watch her. Perhaps she'll regain her memory faster that way," Thorin finally decided and rope was brought forth and Adaira's hands were tied tightly together so that she couldn't hurt herself or one of them due to her lack of memory. The other end of the rope was tied to Dwalin who carried Adaira as they continued on.

Adaira woke shortly after, groaning as she rubbed her head, only to open her eyes and look up at Dwalin, swearing in both Khuzdul in Gaelic and throwing herself out of his arms again. She looked around desperately for a weapon again and managed to grab onto a stick once more which Dwalin pulled from her grasp and broke over his knee before he threw the pieces into the forest.

"We're not going to hurt yah lass," Dwalin told his wife tiredly once more as she stared at him with a look of hatred in her eyes.

"Then why am I tied up?" She demanded as she held up her tied up hands for his inspection.

"It's for yer own good lass," Dwalin answered her before he gestured ahead of them. "Come on, lass, we need to keep walking," Dwalin told her and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I refuse," Adaria told him and she looked away from him and Dwalin sighed tiredly again.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way lass. Yeh either walk or I carry yah," Dwalin told his wife and she looked back and him, a glare on her face as she seemed to contemplate his words.

"Fine," Adaira finally said before she got to her feet and began walking, straightening her shoulders and slamming into his shoulder as she walked past him. She walked until the rope that tied her to Dwalin pulled her back and she threw a glare over her shoulder at Dwalin. "Well, are we walking?" She asked Dwalin hotly and Dwalin nodded before starting off again.

Adaria remained difficult for the rest of the day, refusing to speak to him or look at him. She kept her eyes ahead of her and walked forward while Dwalin watched her, hoping that the enchantment would wear off soon. He noticed that she kept pulling at the ropes around her wrists and was rubbing her wrists raw as she struggled to work her wrists free of her bindings.

"Hey now. Careful lass. You'll hurt yerself," Dwalin said, reaching forward and putting a hand on Adaira's shoulder to pull her up short and he went to try and pull her wrists into his hands to examine them but she jerked her shoulder out of his grip angrily.

"I'll hurt you," Adaria threatened him and Dwalin couldn't hide the smirk that rose up as she once again stood up to him. "Let me go you great big ugly brute," Adaira told him and Dwalin paused sadly as she insulted him. He knew that his Adaira loved him and this Adaira was scared and confused and that was why she was lashing out, but her words still hurt.

"Can't do that, lass. It's for your own good," Dwalin told her and he looked down at her hands. "Stop trying to get out of those or I'll carry yah," Dwalin warned her and Adaira glared at him before huffing and turning forward again, refusing to look or talk to him once more as she started walking again.

Night fell and Dwalin was first on watch. Adaira refused to sleep and instead sat up looking extremely uncomfortable as she glared into the darkness. Dwalin had to fight with her to get her to lay down which she finally did after a while, but she still refused to sleep. When Dwalin heard her soft snores he finally relaxed and allowed himself a bit of rest himself, but only because Thorin was on watch and took control of the other end of the rope that was connected to her.

When morning dawned, Adaria still had no clue who they were. They started off much in the same way as the day before, Adaria remaining stubborn, but walking of her own volition. Dwalin heard her stomach grumble loudly and he frowned deeply at that, knowing that he had nothing that he could offer her.

"I thought prisoners were at least allowed food and water," Adaira said after her stomach growled for a third time.

"Birashagimi. We ran out days ago and nothing grows in this accursed forest," Dwalin answered Adaria who frowned deeply.

"Oh," She said before she looked around the forest curiously as if she was just now realizing where they were.

They stopped round midday for a short break, all of them needing a few minutes of rest given that their stomachs were gnawing with hunger and their tongues were parched. A sun beam chose then to break through the leaves and Dwalin watched as Adaria moved over into the sunlight and she turned her face up to it, a familiar expression taking over her face as she did so. She hummed slightly, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth and Dwalin felt hope tug at his heart at the familiar sight.

"Come on, pundurith," Dwalin told her, when Thorin told them they needed to move on from that place, regretfully forcing her to move on.

"I don't like when people call me things I don't know the meaning to," Adaira quipped as she reluctantly turned her face away from the sun and began walking once more. "Who even are you?" She asked him then, surprising Dwalin as she asked him her first direct question.

"Dwalin son of Fundin at yer service," Dwalin told her with a bow to her and Adaira frowned deeply, her eyes turning glassy once and a pained look crossed her face and she hissed and reached up to rub her head. Dwalin noticed that was the second time she had done that, the first having been when Thorin had mentioned Erebor.

"You alright lass?" Dwalin asked her and Adaira nodded as she lowered her hands, returning to her silence.

Later in the day Adaira turned pale and hurried over to a bush by the side of the path and began retching and Dwalin was at her side in an instant, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she was sick. Nothing much came up as there was nothing in her stomach and once she was done retching she shook his hand off her back and straightened up once more.

"I don't like being touched by people I don't know," She told him with a glare and Dwalin nodded in understanding.

"Forgive me lass," Dwalin told her and as Adaira stood, she unknowingly hit a spider web, sending vibrations up the silk threads.

The part of the forest they began to move into was dark and gloomy. The queer noises grew even more queer and the scuttling noises began to surround them. Here the cobwebs reappeared, dark and dense and stretching from tree to tree, tangled in the lower branches on either side of the path. Some stretched above them now over the path and made them uneasy. The air grew stuffy once more and they could not see into the forest on either side of them, only the path. Adaira grew even more quiet, her feet shuffling as she walked forward like a zombie, her head lulling about from side to side.

"Air. I need air," Bofur said in front of Adaira as he gripped at the neck of his tunic and pulled at it, feeling strangled. They were crossing through the tall trees, the roots of which formed a maze of bridge like pathways through the forest

"My head, it's swimming," Oin said as above them all matters of pollen and insects flew about, falling down upon them. Adaira looked up as more fell down upon her like snow and she shook her head slightly before her head lolled forward once more.

She looked up again when she heard something like the beating of a heart and Bilbo stopped walking in front of her and stopped slightly as he heard the same thing, his heart beating loudly in his ears.

"We need to take a rest," Nori said as they came to a place where lots of dark fungus grew at the base of the trees. Adaira heard it then, indistinct voices whispering to her and she turned her head this way and that, searching for them.

"Little one," One of the voices said and Adaira turned to her right and she saw her father, staring at her from the gloom off the path.

"Adad?" She asked in a small voice and she took a step towards him. "How?" She asked in confusion, hearing her heartbeat in her ears loudly.

"What is that? Voices. Can you hear them?" Bilbo asked the others as Adaira took another step towards her father, Bilbo's voice echoing in his own ears. The others felt as if they were under water, their heads swimming and rational thought left them.

Dwalin didn't have an eye on Adaira as his head was swimming, a ringing sound echoing in his ears as voices whispered words of doubt to him. They whispered things of how Adaira didn't love him, of how she never did, never could, and how her forgetting him was proof of this. Adaira took a step off the path as her father held a hand out to her and beckoned to her with a smile on his face.

"Come little one," Frerin said to her and Adaira smiled widely as she walked to her Adad.

"I hear nothing. No wind. No birdsong. What hour is it?" Thorin asked as Dwalin straight up, the voices continuing to whisper to him, driving him mad with grief.

"I do not know. I do not even know what day it is," Dwalin answered Thorin who looked about them, at the trees that were covered with spider webs that seemed to close in on him like an advancing army.

"This is taking too long," Thorin said to himself as Adaira managed to get further away from them without anyone noticing. "Is there no end to this accursed forest?!"' Thorin roared as he looked around him.

"None that I can see. Only trees and more trees," Gloin said, as the rope which bound Adaira to Dwalin grew taunt. The rope tugged at Dwalin's waist then and cleared his head slightly and he looked down before noticing that Adaira was far off the path now, having stepped into the woods.

"Come back here," Dwalin said, and he gave a sharp tug to the rope which had Adaira stumbling backwards and Dwalin trudged towards her and he pulled her away from the illusion of her father. She kicked at him and struggled to get out of his grasp, crying out for her adad, but Dwalin pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around her until she stopped fighting him.

"There," Thorin said, stumbling forward down a new path. "This way!"

"But Gandalf said," Gloin said as Thorin pushed past the others as he made his way off the path.

"Do as I say! Follow me!" Thorin ordered as Bilbo, who was staring at a spider web covered mushroom, reached out with a finger and touched the web, sending more vibrations through it before doing it a second time. The vibrations ran up the webbing and through the trees, fluttering and shuttering and the indistinct whispering grew louder.

"Wait! Wait! Stop! We can't leave the path! We must stay on the path!" Bilbo shouted after the Company who were following Thorin in his new direction and Bilbo set his hand down on the web as he turned about, his head swimming as he tried to think straight.

"The path," Adaria said, looking up at Dwalin from the safety of his arms and she shook her head trying to clear it before she pulled herself away from him.

"Come on lass," Dwalin told her, the voices having quieted in his head as soon as he had his arms around his One, letting him concentrate on her. He slid a hand into hers and pulled her after Thorin, determined to get them out of this accursed forest.

Adaira looked down at their conjoined hands and did not fight to push him away, her eyes losing their glassiness as her head cleared slightly and she followed Dwalin almost willingly as the Dwarves continued on, climbing and fighting their way through the trees now, the path nowhere in sight.

Still dazed, lost, and confused, the Dwarves continued on until they suddenly ran into each other as Nori who had been leading them stopped abruptly. Nori looked around, squinting into the gloom of the forest around them, having stopped short as they were standing in front of a steep cliff, and there was no path ahead of them.

"What's happening?" Oin asked in confusion, his head swimming and he shook it several times to try and clear it.

"Keep moving. Nori, why have we stopped?" Thorin demanded and Nori pointed ahead of them into the gloom.

"The path...it's disappeared!" Nori told them, squinting into the forest and seeing nothing that resembled the path and Adaira's hand slipped from Dwalin's as a sharp pain filled her head once more and she reached up with both hands to grip the sides of her head.

"What's going on?" Dwalin demanded, as the voices began to whisper to him in his head again, telling him that Adaira only had taken pity on him. That he was ugly, a brute, and that he didn't deserve her love. That he had failed her.

Adaira closed her eyes shut and rocked her body back and forth, willing herself to stop seeing her adad. He was dead. She knew that, but she kept hearing him and seeing him and he wanted her to follow him. She wanted to go after him, but she couldn't. They had to find the path. Gandalf had told them they had to stay on the path. She was also cold, so cold.

"We've lost the path!" Oin exclaimed and the others began to look around, voices echoing in their heads as well.

"Of course you've lost the path. You're all idiots," Lyssaria mumbled under her breath as she stopped and looked about the forest, not seeing anything that looked familiar to her.

"Find it. All of you look. Look for the path!" Thorin ordered them and they all began to search around the area for the path. Unbeknownst to them, the path was not far away from them. It was just on the other side of the cliff. The Company wandered through the forest, staggering about as they searched, the forest affecting them all mentally and physically.

"I don't remember this place," Balin said as they searched about the forest for the path. "None of it's familiar."

"It's all trees," Lyssaria agreed as she ran her hand along the bark of a tree.

"It's got to be here. It can't have just disappeared," Dori said in despair and Bilbo looked at Adaira and saw her standing with her arms wrapped around herself tightly, shivering. He guided her to sit down beside him on a rock and he stared out into the forest aimlessly, his head still feeling full of many thoughts.

"Unless someone's moved it," Dwalin said as he looked across the steep cliff, the Dwarves all muttering and rambling as they wandered about.

"How could it have been moved?" Adaira muttered to herself as she looked over at Dwalin. "Gandalf told us not to leave the path. He said the air was heavy with illusion. It would...seek to lead us astray," Adaira said with a deep frown on her face, her words slurring as she spoke, but clarity showed behind her eyes for the first time in days.

"It's not over here neither!" Ori cried out and as they began walking once more, Bilbo looked down and started seeing himself walking backward. He looked back at Dori, behind him, and saw himself instead and his entire vision began shifting and tilting.

"Look," Ori said, leaning down and picking up a tobacco pouch.

"A tobacco pouch. There's Dwarves in these woods," Dori said as he took the pouch from his brother.

"Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less. This is exactly the same as mine," Bofur added as he took the pouch from Dori.

"Because it is yours. You understand? We're going round in circles," Bilbo said as he took a finger and spun it around. "We are lost," He told them, as he started to put two and two together.

"We're not lost. We keep heading east," Dwalin contradicted him as Thorin walked up to join them.

"We are lost. We've been letting Thorin lead. He got lost in the Shire. Twice!" Adaira argued as she gestured to Thorin, none of them noticing that she was slowly regaining parts of her memory.

"But which way is East? We've lost the sun," Oin said and the dwarves began to bicker as Bilbo looked up and saw a bit of sun through the tree canopy far above him.

"The sun. We have to find the sun. Up there. We need to-" Bilbo said, speaking quietly, and no one else could hear him over their bickering.

The Dwarves started fighting and pushing each other around, Lyssaria yelling and arguing with them too while Thorin and Adaira stood apart from them just listening to them squabble. Adaira huffed as she watched them before she shivered as she heard the whispers again. This time Thorin began to hear the strange whispering sounds that Bilbo had heard earlier too.

"What? What's that?" Thorin muttered to himself as the whispering continued and Thorin turned then to the dwarves. "Enough! Quiet! All of you! We're being watched," Thorin yelled at the dwarves who quieted instantly, beginning to come to themselves once more.

While the Dwarves were fighting, Bilbo began to climb up one of the trees nearby. As he scampered up the tree, he didn't notice the masses of spiderwebs all around him. It was slow going, but Bilbo had climbed enough trees in his childhood that he managed it easily enough and before long, his head broke through the trees and into the fresh air above.

Suddenly, it was as if a spell had been broken, and Bilbo's head cleared. As he breathed deeply, he saw blue butterflies flying all around him. The sun was setting, and everything looked absolutely beautiful from up here. Bilbo smiled and laughed to himself and then he looked off into the distance and saw several landmarks which he called down loudly to the Dwarves below him.

"I- I can see a lake! And a river. And the Lonely Mountain. We're almost there!" Bilbo called down but he heard no reply from the Dwarves below him. "Can you hear me? I know which way to go! Hello?" Bilbo asked and he looked down, trying to see the Dwarves. He heard a thumping noise in the distance and looked up. "Hello?" Bilbo asked cautiously and then he saw something that really concerned him.

In the distance, the trees moved haphazardly under the weight of something approaching rather quickly. Whatever it was, it was coming straight towards Bilbo and the Dwarves. Worriedly, Bilbo climbed down the tree a bit and peered around before he stepped forward, only to trip over a spiderweb. He fell several feet, bouncing painfully off branches, and yelling loudly in pain and shock the entire time. He caught himself on a branch and then watched in horror as a web parted to reveal a massive spider right in front of him.

As the spider opened its fangs and hissed at him, Bilbo yelled and fell again, landing on his back in an even bigger spiderweb. He became stuck to it and was unable to resist as the spider wrapped him up tightly in his web. The last thing Bilbo heard before he blacked out was a massive shrill scream which could only have come from Adaira.

Adaria's POV

The first indication that something was coming towards us was the crashing of branches. Whatever it was was coming quickly towards us and then the crashing sounds came from all around us, surrounding us. My mind cleared as adrenaline raced through my body, the enchantment finally coming to an end. I felt a strong tug on my arm as I was grabbed and pushed behind Dwalin's back quickly as the Company formed a circle around me. The crashing sounds stopped and we stared into the gloom, waiting to be descended upon by the enemy, but there was nothing there. I felt something drip on me then and I grimaced as I reached up and wiped at my shoulder and found a gross greenish gooey substance on my hand.

I looked up then and screamed loudly as I saw an enormous eight legged monstrosity hanging down from a thick silken thread above my head, poison dripping from its fangs down onto me. It clicked its pinchers and then sprang down at me as more spiders descended down from the branches faster than lightning and sprang at the other Dwarves before they could even swing their weapons, fangs piercing through unarmored places.

I reached back for my axes and found nothing just as the spider sank its fangs into my raised arm and I screamed again in horror as my muscles tensed, my knees locking as I was paralyzed by the spider's venom and fell backward, hitting my head on the ground. The spider lowered itself down on me, still clicking its pinchers and it began to twitch its legs. I couldn't see much but I realized soon enough that I was being wrapped up in it's webbing and all I could do was scream as I was buried alive in it. The spider's fangs sunk into me again and my vision started to go black.

Third Person POV

All of the Dwarves and Lyssaria had been captured by the giant spiders who had hung them upside down from the branches of the trees. The spider who had captured Bilbo towed him toward the Dwarves and then reached for him with its jaws to administer its poison. Bilbo woke up then and realizing the danger he was in and what was happening, managed to get a grip on his sword which he had been holding and swung it straight up from his body, through the web, and into the spider just as the spider bent toward him.

He gutted the spider and flung it over the edge of the branch he had been lying on, sending it crashing to the forest floor far below him. Bilbo quickly ripped off the cocoon of web he had been wrapped in. Reminded of how Adaira had furiously scrubbed at her face to rid it of the web she had walked into. Looking up, Bilbo saw the Dwarves wrapped up and hanging from branches and he quickly darted behind a tree trunk as a spider climbed up the other side of the tree trunk.

Bilbo pulled out his ring from his pocket and slipped it on his finger. He recalled from the goblin tunnels that the Gollum creature had been unable to see him and he hoped that the spiders wouldn't be able to either. Everything turned that dull grey shade as soon as he put on the ring, but the most surprising thing for Bilbo was that he could suddenly understand what the spiders were saying.

"Kiilll theemm. Kiill theemm," One of the spiders to his right was saying and Bilbo flinched at how close the voice sounded to him.

"Eat them now, while their blood is running," Another spider agreed with the first and Bilbo crouched with his sword at the ready.

Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the Dwarves or of anyone else, made a great difference to him. He felt like a different person. Much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach.

"Their hide is tough. There is good juice inside," A spider said as it sat on top of one of the Dwarves and it's pinchers clicked.

"Stick it again! Stick it again! Finish it off!" A spider commanded and the spiders surround one of the wrapped dwarves. The dwarf kicked, but couldn't do much as he was wrapped up too tightly

"Ahh! The meat's alive and kicking!" One of the spider's screamed as it was kicked by the dwarf.

"Kill them, kill them now. Let us feast," A spider said and the rest of the spiders took up the chant, "Feast! Feast!"

Bilbo, holding his sword in front of him, approached the spiders. He ducked just in time as a spider crawled along a branch above him, going toward the Dwarves. Bilbo bent down and picked up a bit of wood which he tossed away from him, causing all the spiders to rush after the source of noise.

"What is it? What is it? Kill it! Feast! Feast!" A spider cried and one spider stayed behind and prepared to eat a wrapped and squirming Bombur.

"Fat and juicy. Just a little taste," The spider said and the spider dropped Bombur to the tree trunk and prepared to eat him. Bilbo snuck up and struck it on its rear with his sword. The spider spun around and hissed, but Bilbo was invisible to it. Bilbo kept slicing at it, slicing away a leg and part of its head. "Curses! Where is it? Where is it?!" The spider cried out in anger and pain and Bilbo pulled off his ring, revealing himself to the spider.

"Here!" Bilbo said with a little smile on his face before he spoke and he thrust his sword directly into the spider's head.

"It stings! Stings!" The spider cried out in pain and Bilbo pulled out his sword and the spider, dead, crashed to the ground. Bilbo looked at his sword then, panting and a smile on his face. .

"Sting. That's a good name," Bilbo said and then he looked toward where the Dwarves were still wrapped and tied up. "Sting," He said again, twisting the sword about once in his hand, a smile on his face as he did so and a newfound bravery taking hold of him.

Bilbo saw that the moment had come when he must do something. He began cutting through the webbing to get to the Dwarves and Lyssaria and he used Sting to cut them landed on the forest floor and proceeded to rip off their wrappings, cursing and yelling the entire time.

Adaira's POV

I woke up, still wrapped up tightly in the spider web, only this time I was upside down and I began screaming loudly once more as I felt something pushing me and heard a clicking sound close to me. Spiders. Massive. Fucking. Spiders. Lack of food, water, or the enchanted river was nothing compared to this. I heard a squeal of some sort and then there was a sound of something moving near me of a different kind before I felt the webbing holding me hanging upside down move and then it gave way.

I screamed even louder as I fell down hitting something hard which would probably leave a bruise before I crashed down on my shoulder onto something after free falling. I heard a pained groan beneath me as whatever I fell on began to move and I continued to scream.

"You alright there Bofur?" I heard Gloin ask from somewhere close to my right side and my screams quieted as I groaned and began trying to wiggle to free myself.

"I'm all right!" I heard Balin say next, his voice sounding even closer than Gloin's.

"Get it off me!" Thorin yelled then, right in my ear and I yelped indignantly at that. Apparently I had landed right on top of him.

"Where's Adaira!?" I heard my husband roar then as Thorin continued to thrash under me and I rolled my eyes and wiggled about in my cocoon and screamed several curses loudly.

"Found her!" Bofur said, laughter in his voice and I felt hands on the outside of the webbing and then I felt someone ripping it away. A moment later my feet found a hole to poke through.

"Nope, wrong end," Nori, said and I muttered more curses.

"Give me that," Dwalin said and a moment later someone ripped the webbing away from my face and I was staring into Dwalin's eyes.

"Hi," I said before spitting some webbing out of my mouth, pulling a disgusted face and shaking my head. "Massive fucking spiders," I told him, shuddering as he continued to pull the webbing away from me, freeing me before pulling me into his arms.

"I thought I lost yah again," Dwalin whispered into my ear as he held me to his chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck as Gloin and Balin helped Thorin to his feet and helped him get the webbing off of himself. Dwalin released me rather quickly and I frowned at that, looking at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, and Dwalin frowned at me looking confused himself.

"Where's Bilbo?" Bofur asked then as he looked around for the Hobbit and I looked around too, noticing that Bilbo wasn't with us.

"Bilbo!" The dwarves shouted, looking around the trees for the Hobbit.

"Bilbo!" I shouted just as Lyssaria did and we shared a look before we both looked up in the direction from where we had fallen from.

Bilbo's POV

"I'm up here!" Bilbo shouted back to the Dwarves and suddenly a spider jumped at him from underneath the branch he was standing on, and it pinned him underneath it. However, he managed to put his sword in front of him just in time, stabbing the spider through the belly. As the spider fell off the branch, Bilbo, entangled in its legs, fell with it. As the pair smashed against the branches on their way down, Bilbo's ring fell off his finger and landed some distance away from where he had landed. Bilbo got up and began stumbling toward where the ring fell.

Adaira's POV

We regrouped, now all freed, but we faced a new problem as the spiders returned and descended upon us once more. I looked to Dwalin and noticed that my axes were strapped to his back. I ran over to him as he pulled his own axe free and he pushed me behind him and I rolled my eyes. I pulled one of my axes free knowing I wouldn't have time to grab both of them and I turned to protect Dwalin's back as the first wave of spiders approached us. Dwalin drove his axe into one of the spiders as Thorin spun around and slammed Orcrest into the face of another.

I growled and lunged forward with a scream and smashed my axe into the head of a spider repeatedly as it darted towards me. While I did so, Bombur was knocked to the ground by a spider, and it stood over him to bite him.

"Grab a leg!" Oin shouted and the others ran and grabbed each of the spider's legs.

"Pull!" Dwalin shouted and the Dwarves pulled at the spider's legs, and they managed to pull its legs right off its body. The dismembered body of the spider landed on Bombur who groaned under the added weight of the spider.

I screamed again as a spider hissed at me and came at me from the side but Dwalin was quick and as I lifted my axe and blocked its legs from knocking me over and pushed back hard against them, Dwalin ran at it from the side and punched it in the face. Dazed, the spider stopped forcing me back and I pulled my axe free and slammed it down on the spider's head.

"Catch," Dwalin said then and I turned just in time to catch my second axe that he threw in my direction. Thank Mahal Dwarves were naturals at catching things.

"Thanks!" I shouted to my husband, readying both my axes and I squatted low to keep my center of gravity and Dwalin, after hacking through another spider twisted back around so he was at my back. By now I had a large grin on my face. Bring it.

Bilbo's POV

"Where is it? Where is it? Come on. Where is it?" Bilbo muttered to himself as he searched the forest floor for the ring. Bilbo slowly looked over his shoulder and he saw the ring lying on the ground nearby. Relieved, he began walking towards it.

Suddenly, a young, and odd-looking spider emerged from the ground just behind the ring. The spider's legs pushed the ring aside as the spider crawled toward Bilbo. Bilbo looked at it angrily, then rushed at it with his sword raised, yelling all the way. He began to hack at the spider in a berserk manner, hacking and slicing all over the place.

"No!" Bilbo shouted over and over again as he hacked and slashed at the spider in anger. Finally Bilbo stabbed his sword up into the young spider which made an odd gurgling sound as it died and Bilbo bared his teeth as he listened to it before he pulled his sword free and drove it into the body of the spider once more.

Breathing heavily, Bilbo stared down at the ring and he grabbed it, looking at the spider as he held it up.

"Mine," He all but growled before he sat back and stared at the ring, lost in a trace until he came to his senses and realized what he had just done. He stared at the ring, examining it and as he gazed at it the enormity of what he had just done dawned on him, and he looked down in shock, seeing all the spiderwebs and gore on himself. He covered his mouth in shame and disgustedness and was about to put the ring away when he heard a noise.

Adaira's POV

"Thorin! Get 'em!" Dwalin shouted as he punched a spider in the face that was getting too close to me before I cleaved at it with one of my axes, holding up the other to ward off another spider, kicking it in the face to knock it back. Thorin swinging around with Orcrest and slaying it.

"Come on!" Kili shouted before he slammed his sword into the open mouth of a spider. In the commotion he was grabbed by a spider which pulled him backwards with it's legs. "Fili!" Kili shouted for his brother who came to his aid and cleaved at the spider who had his brother, killing it and releasing Kili from it's grasp.

Lyssaria shouted wildly as she drove an Elven blade into a spider with one hand before cleaving at it with a Dwarven blade in the other. She grimaced as viscera covered her and she pulled her blades free from the spider before kicking it away from her as she turned about in a deadly, but almost elegant dance of death.

"Look out brother!" Gloin shouted as a spider crept up on Oin and Gloin shot towards his brother and helped him to take down another spider as Dwalin continued to punch them in the face.

"Come on! Keep up!" Dwalin shouted as we ran as fast as we could, having killed all of the spiders for now and needing to find a way out of their hollow.

I ran at his side, looking over my shoulder and from side to side as we skidded around a corner, Thorin just in front of us. I slipped on the leaves and Dwalin grabbed my arm and pulled me back up and I threw a grateful look his way, tired, but myself again at the very least. Thorin stopped short as a spider jumped down on threads of silk in front of him and hissed us. He raised his sword in preparation to fight, but he paused and looked up when he saw something moving quickly through the trees. I looked up and spotted something in the trees and sighed tiredly. Could this day get any worse?

Someone was running through the treetops and he swung down on the spider's silk thread in order to land on it. He drove a dagger through it before he slid on the forest floor on top of the spider, facing us. He sliced a second spider in half before he came up kneeling with an arrow notched in his bow and pointed at Thorin. No doubt this was meant to impress. Thorin had his sword raised to deflect the arrow but it was of no use. I looked around and saw that several other Elves had stepped out from behind the trees, drawing arrows and pointing them at us. We were surrounded.

"Do not think I won't kill you, dwarf. It would be my pleasure," The blonde Elf told Thorin as the others looked all around and saw that we were outnumbered. I couldn't help the snort that came out and the blonde haired Elf looked at me, my axes still raised and his bow raised slightly towards me as his eyebrow raised.

"Help!" Kili shouted out then, sounding far away and Fili's and my head whipped around quickly searching for Kili.

"Kili!" Fili and I shouted as the others whirled around and I saw that a spider was pulling Kili away by the foot as he struggled against it.

Without even thinking I shouldered past the Elves that surrounded us and booked it past them in a sprint towards Kili. Dwarves were wasted over long distances but were natural born sprinters. I made it further than I would have thought before three Elves stopped me, tackling me to the ground and pulling my arms behind my back as they relieved me of my axes.

"Let me go!" I screamed before I looked back at Kili who was still being dragged away by the spider. "Kili!" I shouted again and I heard a noise then and wheeled my head around, noticing as a redheaded female Elf, ran through the forest quickly.

She killed three spiders with her bow and knife, before she turned and killed the spider pulling Kili away by the foot with an arrow. She turned to attack another spider behind her, and yet another spider rushed toward Kili.

"Throw me your dagger! Quick!" Kili shouted to the red haired Elf maiden.

"If you think I'm giving you a weapon, dwarf, you're mistaken!" The Elven maiden shouted to Kili as she fought the spider before her with a knife. She grunted when it locked a leg around hers and knocked her on her back and Kili turned and looked to me. "Throw me something! Anything!" Kili shouted and I bit my lip before stomping down on the foot of one of the Elves that had my arms twisted behind my back. He let out a cry as my sturdy Dwarven boot crushed his dainty little foot and I bent down and grabbed a long, thick stick and threw it at Kili as the spider got closer to him. He caught it and did a double take as he saw what I had thrown to him.

"What am I supposed to do with this!?" Kili shouted as the Elf recovered and twisted my arm behind my back none too gently once more.

"I'm a little tied up right now!" I shouted back to Kili as he turned to the spider, the red haired Elf back on her feet and slashing at her own spider with her knife.

The spider advancing on Kili sprang at him and Kili pushed the stick in between the spider's open mouth as it tried to bite him and the spider backed away from him, shaking its head back at forth before it got its mouth around the stick and I heard a crunch as it broke the stick and it opened its mouth, bearing its fangs once more and hissed at Kili, now just more pissed off.

"I'm in a sticky situation!" Kili shouted and I couldn't help myself from shouting back.

"Looks more like stickless to me!"

At that moment, the red haired Elf finally killed her spider with her knife before she spun and threw her knife, killing the spider that was attacking Kili. Kili turned his head and looked on in wide eyed amazement at her. I knew that looked. I sighed heavily before cussing out the Elves twisting my arms behind my back in Gaelic as the Elven maiden who had only just saved Kili notched an arrow into her bow and told him to move, forcing him back with the others who had been captured.

The two Elves who had a hold on me forced me to walk back to the others and pushed me down to my knees, obviously thinking that I was more of a threat than the others. I noticed that Lyssaria was missing and looked around, not seeing her. Bilbo was also still missing. Good. If this was how the Elves of Mirkwood dealt with visitors, I certainly wouldn't be leaving them a good Yelp review.

"Search them," The blonde Elf ordered and the Elves approached the others and started searching them. One of the Elves still holding me looked down at me and I glared at him.

"Don't even think about it," I spat at him and he looked conflicted before turning to look away from me once more. I watched as an elf confiscated two of Fili's knives as the blonde Elf pulled a picture frame out of Gloin's pocket.

"Hey! Give it back! That's private!" Gloin shouted as behind him Dwalin had to be physically restrained by several Elves who forcefully stripped him of his weapons as he roared in anger at the mistreatment of me.

"Dwalin...please," I called to my husband and he calmed ever so slightly, but four of the Elves still held him down on his knees like the two held me down. I realized then why he had let me go quickly before. He still thought I was under the enchantment of the river.

"Who is this? Your brother?" The blonde Elf asked Gloin as he looked at Gloin's framed pictures which I knew were of his wife and son.

"That is my wife!" Gloin told him in anger and the Elf looked at the other picture. "And what is this horrid creature? A goblin mutant?"

"That's my wee lad, Gimli," Gloin told the Elf angrily and the blonde Elf raised his eyebrow at Gloin in contempt. Meanwhile, the elf searching Fili found even more knives all around his person. Fili sighed when the Elf found even some in a secret hidden pocket.

"Caun nin," (My Prince) One of the Mirkwood Elves said as he stepped towards the blonde Elf, his hand tightly wrapped around the arm of Lyssaria. "There was this woman amongst them, trying to hide herself," The Elf said and the blonde Elf turned his attention onto Lyssaria.

"And what are you then?" The blonde Elf asked as he regarded her.

"My name is Lyssaria and my mother was Idriel of the Woodland Realm. I demand that my companions be released immediately," Lyssaria said as she raised herself to her full height, still a head shorter than the blonde Elf who glared down at her and I raised an eyebrow at that. To demand such a thing of a guard of the Woodland Realm...Lyssaria had said her mother was a noble woman.

"You lie and even if you told the truth, Idriel was banished from the Woodland Realm," The blonde Elf told her as he sneered down at her.

"I'd recognize that hair anywhere. Not to mention the pompous attitude, Legolas Thranduilion," Lyssaria said as she regarded the Elf with a sneer of her own. "I won't have you insult my mother, not in front of me," She spat as she glared up at him.

"The King will be interested in talking to you, daughter of Idriel," The blonde Elf, Legolas said before he looked to the red haired Elven woman who had saved Kili who was standing at his side.

"Gyrth in yngyl bain?" (Are the spiders dead?) He asked her in their language as he looked around the trees and then back at the others as the Elves continued to relieve them of their weapons.

"Ennorner gwanod in yngyl na nyryn. Engain nar," (Yes, but more will come. They're growing bolder) The red haired Elf answered him as Fili opened his jacket to show the Elf searching him that he had no knives left; however, the Elf found another one hidden in Fili's hood. He was like a porcupine. An Elf stepped forward then and handed Legolas Thorin's sword, Orcrist, and he inspected it.

"Echannen i vegil hen vin Gondolin. Magannen nan Gelydh," (This is an ancient Elvish blade. Forged by my kin) Legolas said as he studied the blade before he looked up at Thorin with an expression of suspicion on his face. "Where did you get this?" He demanded of Thorin and I glowered at him.

"It was given to me," Thorin told him, which was not far from the truth. Lord Elrond had indeed given it to him. Legolas pointed Orcrest at Thorin at these words though and I growled under my breath.

"Not just a thief, but a liar as well," Legolas accused him before he turned his attention on me. "On your feet, naug," He said as he gestured for the two Elves to release me and I rolled my shoulders as they let go of me.

"Please give me a moment," I told him, my muscles still a bit stiff from the spider's poison and my arms more than a little sore now.

"I said on your feet!" Legolas shouted before he roughly grabbed me by the upper arm and dragged me to my feet. I let out a sharp cry of pain at his bruising grasp and heard Dwalin roar in anger once more.

"Get yer filthy hands off of her!" Dwalin shouted and I looked to the side where an additional two Elves were having to hold him back before they placed many arrows on him.

"Her?" Legolas asked as he released me, looking disgusted and I rubbed my arm. Legolas looked me up and down then and snorted. "No wonder your birth rates are declining," He said then and Dwalin launched himself at Legolas but was beaten back by the Elves who subdued him with their blows. I cried out for him, tears welling up in my eyes.

"You shut yer mouth yah fhaighean," Dwalin roared and I put a hand over my mouth as he cursed at the Elf in Gaelic. Legolas frowned in utter confusion at the curse before looking between the two of us.

"Why?" Legolas demanded, a smirk on his face as he goaded Dwalin before he raised an eyebrow.

"That's my wife yer talking about!" Dwalin shouted and I took two steps forward before I found a knife at my throat, Legolas having raised it quickly as soon as I moved and I stopped short and raised my hands placatingly.

"Mo chridhe," I said in a calm voice and Dwalin instantly stopped fighting against the Elves that were holding them, his whole body sagging slightly as he heard me use the name that only I ever called him and he realized that I was myself again. "The words of one Elf mean nothing to me. I see now what Beorn meant about the Elves of Mirkwood. They are less wise than their kin in Rivendell," I said, throwing a shady look at Legolas with one brow raised.

"You should watch your tongue naug," Legolas warned me, his face turning hard as he regarded me and I snorted at that.

"Why? Will you make me?" I asked me, knowing that I was toeing at a fine line now just on the edge of stupidity.

"Do you know who I am?" Legolas demanded of me and I looked him up and down, unimpressed.

"Yes," I told him and he nodded as if he expected that and he lowered his knife and turned around to go back and speak with the red haired Elf woman. "An asshole and a racist," I said then and he wheeled around back to me, a furious look on his face.

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood," Legolas fumed at me and my eyes widened slightly in surprise at the information before I nodded in understanding. Figures.

"Then I weep for your people," I told him honestly. It was bad enough the Woodland Realm was ruled by Thranduil. Of course there couldn't have been much hope for his son to be better. If his son was this pompous, narcissistic,and racist I was scared for how bad his father would be. No wonder Thorin hated him.

"Enwenno hain!" (Take them!) Legolas ordered then suddenly, still fuming and the elves began to lead the dwarves away. Two grabbed me by the arms and led me away and I threw a look over my shoulder at the Elven Prince.

"Not a scratch on my axes!" I shouted as the Elves pushed us all forward and forced us to start walking and Dwalin who had shouldered his way to me, four Elves still grasping his arms chuckled loudly.

"Amrâlimê," Dwalin breathed out sounding relieved and I smiled at him softly, frowning only slightly as I heard Bofur as he turned and whispered to Thorin behind us, asking where Bilbo was. I noticed too that there was no sign of Bilbo. "Eyes on me, lass," Dwalin said in a voice so low I barely heard him and I looked at him once more and nodded ever so slightly and he nodded back letting me know that he had noticed Bilbo was missing too, but we couldn't let the Elves catch on to the fact that we were looking for someone. "When did yah…?" Dwalin asked me lowly as we were led over a bridge and into the Woodland Realm.

"Just before the spiders," I answered him, shuddering slightly and he leaned over then and kissed me, grunting and cursing when the Elves pulled us apart.

"I missed yah lass," Dwalin told me and I nodded, frowning deeply.

"I'm so sorry, mo chridhe. For everything I said and did," I told Dwalin as we were led through a large gate and brother deeper within the Woodland Realm. My eyes were only on my husband's face though.

"It's not yer fault lass," Dwalin told me and I sighed heavily and pushed myself to the side to kiss him again before the Elves pulled us apart. I got a good look of where we were then. The Halls of King Thranduil were literally made of the woods he ruled over. The roots of trees made bridges that spanned large gaps and wood made up most everything in sight in the subterranean cavern. It was ostentatious, bold, nothing like Rivendell. It was cold too.

We came before long to a set of steps which we were dragged down and the pathway branched off to separate cells. Legolas pushed between Dwalin and I and smiled as he strode forward, turning to look over his shoulder at the both of us as he did so.

"Separate them. As for Oakenshield, I'll take him to the King myself," Legolas said and I looked at Dwalin, my eyes widening in surprise before he was ripped away from me cruelly. I screamed and kicked and tried to fight against the Elves but they dragged me away from him as the others subdued Dwalin, hitting him over the head after he broke free and knocked out one of their number with a well placed punch to the jaw. He was dragged away to the cell and that was the last glimpse I got of him before I was dragged away to a cell away from the rest of the Company.

Khuzdul:

Idad- Uncle

Irak'nadads- (Male) cousins

Adad- Father

Birashagimi- I am sorry lit. I regret

Pundurith- Kitten

Amrâlimê- My love

Sindarin:

Caun nin- My prince

Naug- Dwarf

Gaelic:

Fhaighean- rhymes with hunt replace h with a c and is a really bad curse word

Mo chridhe- My heart