A/N: here thanks to my new wonderful review a new chapter, feel free to give me more of those :) Thorin fighting
Falling into the mountain, fighting and running from goblins was unsettling. The goblins, their stench, ugliness and wickedness enhanced known feelings, the ones he got used in years. The hate, disdain, recognising his name and mentioning his father's just to be scorned at, to be despised. That was all known all too well. But the smell of the rocks and caves inside of the mountain ached him more. Because they were foreign to him, because this wasn't his mountain. Goblins took it as the orcs took Moria, Smaug Lonely Mountain. It seemed like dwarves are running out of mountains to drill into. Watching Goblin King and listen to his mocking was hard but he had his defiance and his own anger towards the world. Also he had hope that he'll find a way out of this.
No matter how many goblins surrounded him he had a mad belief that thirteen of them could get out alive, every single one of them. Losing their weapon was set back but they were dwarves, everything could be their weapon. He waited his moment and soon it appeared in form of Gandalf. They didn't need any more of encouragement to start fighting. Weapons were all around them and they used them. They took weapons from their foes, used their bridges against them and fought their way out.
Fighting was liberating. There was so much anger in Thorin that rarely got an opportunity to really get out. It came handy in a fight like this one.
They ran down the mountain and when they've stopped Thorin could see he was right. All his dwarves were around him. Fighters' every last one of them, dwarves he could rely on without looking back.
As they gathered their breath commotion started again about that damn Hobbit. When will they accept that he isn't one of them? That his loyalty lies somewhere else.
He couldn't hold it in anymore so he spoke up.
"We will not be seeing our Hobbit again. He's long gone" he could feel the bitterness of his words. Betrayal, no matter how expected, always hurt.
"No, he isn't" Hobbit's voice appeared from nowhere and he stood there unscratched as they didn't just go through hell to get here.
Thorin just stared at him as others asked unimportant questions about the way he came back. He looked at that Hobbit not understanding what is he seeing. He had heard him, just before they've fell, of the reason he's leaving. Those reasons Thorin understood although they ached him. But this was beyond reason. Why would he come back when he has so much to lose and they mean nothing to him?
That's why he stepped out when others settled with his silence. Thorin had to understand, the time for silence was over, and he has to tell them why.
"I want to know" he said out front "why did you come back?"
Hobbit looked him in the eye and smiled that kind smile that reached his eyes looking genuine.
"Look, I know you doubt me" he said to Thorin with his gentle voice. "You've always have" he added lightly like it doesn't even concern him.
Then he continued to talk about a home, his home evoking pictures of warmth, calmness and safety. Picturing the place he loves and misses, then he connected that picture to their lost home like it was that beautiful, like they could find like that again, unstained by the time that passed in between. Like he felt their loss and took it as his own.
"But I will help you take it back, if I can" he finished humbly and suddenly Thorin felt something strange. Something he didn't remember feeling in a very long time. He felt repentant for his behaviour. But more than that he felt freed from his anger and his chest weren't clenched anymore. He felt something almost gentle inside. And after a long time it seemed that there's still beauty in this world.
He looked at the Halfling and he looked him back with his open beardless face like it was simple thing, him standing there, not rushing back to safety leaving them to take care of themselves.
Just as he acknowledged that feeling there were Wargs approaching and the time for anything gentle was gone.
"Out of the frying pan…" said Thorin feeling how anger and dread creep up back to his chest to take claim of him.
"And into the fire" finished Gandalf and they started to run again chased at, and up to the trees. It seemed that there is no rest for them. Nothing peaceful.