Dwalin didn't let go of Thorin's eyes. He didn't plan to pitch into his king, but the man who was snarling at them wasn't the Thorin he knew. Although he liked the elf, he would have left her when his lord commanded him to do so, since she was outside the dangers of the wood, but Thorin's order to leave behind his own kin was unbelievable. He however knew it was pointless to raise protests and the only thing he could think of was splitting up. A very insecure idea, since strange things suddenly happened to them.
Dwalin noticed the temptation became stronger to grab his weapon himself. Curses rolled out of Thorin's mouth, which made him angry, although he tried to convince himself something evil crept inside the thoughts of his prince.
It became more and more difficult to resist the longing to cross their weapons. Voices whispered to him that Thorin thought he was a loafer. That he respected none of them and that he needed them only to divert Smaug, so that the dragon wouldn't consume his flesh.
For a moment he was distracted because Bombur sat down on the ground and crossed his arms. Loudly he proclaimed he didn't want to move anymore, while an irritated Bofur and Nori tried to get him on his feet again.
'This escalates,' Dwalin growled. 'Don't listen to the voices! Don't allow them in your head!'
Bombur shut his mouth abruptly and looked at him questioning, although he still refused to get off the ground.
'We have to do the opposite of whatever the voices tell us to do. This forest is cursed. Whoever is whispering to us, they have no good intentions!'
'All the more reasons to go away,' Thorin confirmed.
'And Fili and Kili?'
'They can take care of themselves.'
Although he trusted the two young dwarves, he doubted Thorin's words. As far as he could see, nobody could help himself here. Thorin only thought about his own safety, Bombur refused to move on and Dwalin had to fight harder and harder against the urgent to grab his axe and force the others to act normal. Soon the others would do strange things as well and that outsight frightened him.
'What can we do?' he asked his brother desperately.
If there was anyone who could think of a way out, it was Balin, who had seen more of the world than anyone else.
Nevertheless, the dwarf sighed deeply and he observed Thorin walking away while shaking his head despondently.
'I don't know, brother. If we want to stay alive, we'll have to go back to travel around the forest, since it's clear the woods are poisoning our minds. Then, however, we will never reach the mountain in time.'
Dwalin dropped down his head in despair. He yearned for fresh air and he knew every mind would get a boost by that. 'We have to convince Thorin to go back.'
He didn't want to give up the quest, but he neither wanted to wander in a cursed dark forest forever, which would drive them crazy one by one.