A/N: After a short pause here is some rejection. Sad Bilbo.
Peace wasn't something he found climbing the mountain. Thorin strode forward. Just once did he turned back and acknowledge Bilbo's existence.
"I suggest you keep up, Master Baggins" he said and kept climbing.
Bilbo did keep up but his heart wasn't in it. With each step he felt like he's going into the true wild, there where nothing is known and danger is at every corner. Like the mountain can hear his thoughts rocks started to fly around as they were pebbles. Stone giants emerged from the rock and in his horror Bilbo still was in awe of their greatness. He never believed they really existed in this world. But then all wonder was erased as he went riding one of those creatures. His life passed before his eyes as he screamed on the cold wet rock trying to hold on to something
As he saw pending crush to the mountain he tried to jump over to safe ground but he was too small and where others jumped into safety he slipped down the cliff. He managed to grab to the edge but he felt how the strength leaves his fingers. The fear clenched his throat and he couldn't even yell for help. He thought that this is it, the end of Bilbo Baggins.
Dwarves realized he wasn't amongst them but their arms were too short. They shouted at him like he can let go and reach up. It was useless, he'll fall anyway.
But then Thorin looked down at him and instead of just offering his hand as others did he jumped down and threw Bilbo up to arms of waiting dwarves.
They put them on the path and Bilbo sat there still without a voice gasping for air, not sure he really did survive. Dwarves patted him happy he's well but then Thorin came to sight again all inflamed with hate.
He looked at Bilbo with scorn and disdain but all Bilbo could think is how big and beautiful he looks.
"He never should have come" Thorin said and Bilbo knew he was right.
Bilbo was just a small, weak, ordinary Hobbit who belonged in his house in Bag End. He had nothing to offer here in the wild. Here Thorin ruled, here he knew how to fight and stay on his feet. It was silly to think Bilbo has anything to offer to him.
As others moved towards the cave Bilbo pulled himself up deciding that he won't be in the way anymore. He'll just go down the mountain. He knows how to follow the path. He's still close enough to Elrond's home. From there he'll manage. Dwarves will be alright without him.
He laid waiting for everyone to fell asleep and then he got up to go. Unlucky for him he wasn't invisible so he had to talk to Bofur. He liked Bofur and he had to offer some kind of explanation but it came out wrong. He wanted to say that they know how to survive, how to go where they are not home but it turned out into something cold he would never want to say.
"Not belonging anywhere" he said and knew he was wrong as soon as the words left his mouth. But then his sword glowed blue and floor opened beneath them.
They fell into the ground and were soon surrounded by goblins. Bilbo looked around bewildered as everyone shouted and resisted. But then he remembered why he was different than them. He was small and unnoticeable. That's why he crouched down and went still. He couldn't believe when they went without him. But then he was alone and lost inside of the mountain. What will he do with his escape? He hadn't time to think about it when a goblin found him.