A/N: Sorry for the delay. Other things took precedence. Hopefully soon I'll have more time for bringing Thorin and Bilbo closer together. For now some falling apart.
Thorin climbed the mountain with a steady pace determined to move forward. The wild was before them, the rock surrounded them and he strode as he could get there tomorrow. The rain started to fall and the dark was upon them before they could reach safer grounds. Damn Mountain was bigger than he anticipated. He had hoped that they'll reach something at least broad enough to lay safely. But all that was before them was a narrow path that ended in a steep cliff. Thorin continued to walk into the darkness trying to banish grim predictions from his mind.
He was nervous about the elves that they've left behind but new danger was ahead. Everything looked normal in one moment in other there were stone giants throwing rocks at each other in the midst of storm. They gripped the rock as strong as they could but part of the rock turned out to be part of another giant and his dwarves hung from its leg. Thorin yelled, all seemed to be lost. Kili was out of sight, Thorin felt dread, not him, not this way. But as the giant fell it hit the mountain and his dwarves, strong folks as they were, managed to clench to the mountain side and survive. All were there, his kin.
"Where's Bilbo. Where's the Hobbit" Bofur shouted and Thorin realized who was missing, Halfling didn't stay behind, his mind expected him to be elsewhere.
"Here" they shouted and Thorin leaned just to see small drowned Hobbit hanging from the edge looking terrified. Without second thought Thorin jumped down and in an instant threw Hobbit to safety. But rock beneath him turned out to be weak and in the next moment he felt how he's falling to abyss. If there wasn't for Dwalin's firm grip Thorin would be lost into oblivion. As he stood he straightened his clothes mad at himself. He did it again. He just didn't think. Just because of Hobbit's terrified eyes he once again risked their whole quest and his own life. It was just a blink between his fall and salvation. Thorin turned just to be met by Hobbit's still terrified eyes, they looked like lakes of horror and Thorin got even angrier. Why was he like that? Why was he still here? What do they need him for?
"He's been lost ever since he left home" he said loudly finally letting out his inner disapproval. "He has no place among us."
He turned from the Halfling banishing him from his mind. There was a cave finally and they could all rest. Thorin laid there with no sleep in his eyes. Halfling hanging from the cliff, himself falling, Halfling falling and screaming, himself falling in silence. This trip was doomed from the start. They had no chance. Especially because all depended upon that little Hobbit that had no skill or strength. Thorin had to go forward even if he saw the death approaching him, he felt it walking beside him from the start, but he worried of his dwarves. Would the Halfling cause them all to fail and die?
He was in that kind of thoughts when he heard Halfling leaving. He firmed his gaze forward not wanting to participate. He had said all that was too said. Of course Halfling had that kind of treachery in him to leave in the midst of perils. It was the weakness in him that could be seen from the start. Although he expected Halfling to leave, still the treachery ached Thorin. No matter how big the pile that states the treacherous nature of the world, still every new proof of it hurt.
Hobbit said that they are dwarves that they don't belong anywhere, and Thorin felt the cold swirling inside of him. Let that little creature be gone already.
"What is that?" Bofur said and Thorin looked just to see blue shine.
"Wake up" he shouted in vain knowing they have already been caught.