"No I do not need a babysitter. Thorin Oakenshield, I don't need a baby sitter." Tharwen protested.

"Yes you do, we're leaving tomorrow night and it won't help if you're off somewhere trapped under three elves." Thorin retorted.

"That was one time!"

"Actually, it was three." Bofur but in.

"Bofur. Not helping. Come on Thorin, you don't have to babysit me, get Lindir to do it, or Elladan and Elrohir, please, please, please I'll be good. I promise." Tharwen said, waking after Thorin.

"I think not, you'll run off and get into some mess which would slow us down." Thorin retorted.

"I'm like, older than you Thorin I'm not a child!"

"You said you were in Tharken years." Bofur said.

"Whose side are you on Bofur?" She grumbled.

"Thorin's." He replied.

"I don't understand why in the name of His-kahnerin I need as baby sitter!" Tharwen said.

"Because we don't trust 'em elves." Gloín said.

"I've known them for ages. I trust them." She protested.

"We don't want you hanging around them lass." Nori said a bit more gently than the others.

"You're jealous aren't you, that I prefer their company more, for four days, you've tried your hardest to keep me away from them. Just GROW UP! You're like Dharwen, the lot off you, so damn protective!" She shouted, storming off to the corner.

"Who's Dharwen?" Thorin asked quietly.

"Her betrothed Thorin." Nori said, voice low.

"She's, oh Eru." Thorin sat down onto a ledge and buried his head in his hands.

"He's passed on Thorin." Bofur said softly.

"Mahal what's wrong with me?" He said, scrubbing his face with his hands.

He felt guilty, so guilty. He gone and reminded her.

Gloín felt worse, considering he had a wife and a son.

"Thorin, I think you should talk to her." Gloín said.

"Yea, lad, go talk to her, you might as well, she'll be on this quest 'til we reach the mountain, 'swhat Gandalf said." Bofur urged.

"I will."

"Good luck." Bofur called.

'The cheek off that dwarf!' Thorin thought as he made his was over to sit with Tharwen.

"Tharwen..."

"What do you want?" She sniffed, glaring up at him.

"I'm sorry for being protective. We care about you is all." He said awkwardly.

"Then trust me not to get hurt Thorin, I know these elves, they loved me longer than you've been alive."

"I...I just.. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Dh- Thorin." She caught herself. "I forgive you."

"Sneaking out has not been this easy since I was but only a child." Tharwen whispered to Nori and Bofur as they made their way out off Rivendell.

"Is it?" Nori said.

She nodded and laughed. The sun was beginning to set and she smiled at the sight off it.

"I love the sunset." She murmured.

"It reminds you off him?" Bofur asked.

She gave a small nod and they continued on.

"How many days has it been since we left?" Fili asked.

"3, we'll be nearing the misty mountains soon." Thorin replied, leading them upto a mountain pass.

"It's a thakin-dor is storm!" Tharwen grumbled.

"A what?" Kili asked.

"I'd rather not translate." She said.

"Curse words?" Nori wondered aloud.

"Yes."

"Keep moving! We need to find shelter!" Thorin ordered.

Tharwen cursed in tharkeen under her breath as she took note of one off the many things she hated.

Two words.

Stone. Giants.

Oh and thunderstorms of course.

The ledge they were on began to rise and they had realized that they were standing on a stone giant themselves. As the giant rose,Tharwen, Kili and Thorin were separated from Nori, Bofur, Dwalin, Ori and the others.

"KILI! Grab my hand!" Fili screamed reaching out, while Tharwen was desperately trying to reach out for Bofur's hand.

The battle raged on, the dwarves, hobbit and tharken all clung to the rocky surface of the giant's leg, praying to every god and deities known to them for help.

The leg of the giant that sat half the company smashed into the rock faces and Tharwen screamed.

"Fili!" Thorin screamed, heartbreakingly loud.

He ran forward, Fili following behind him more carefully than Tharwen was, trying to get to the

"We're alright!" A sharp cry comes from the group and Tharwen rushes and checks the dwarves over, especially Ori and Kili.

"WHERE'S BILBO!?" Fili shouts and Tharwen's heart is back racing as she spins around.

"There he is!" A shout came from behind her.

The sight practically made her heart stop.

Bilbo has hanging on with all his might on a few roots and a rock that had jutted out.

Pushing through to rush to save him, Tharwen feared she wouldn't make it to save him. She didn't have too as Thorin swung down to a close ledge protruding below Bilbo and helping him up to Tharwen and Dwalin.

As Thorin climbed up, back to the company, a rock had broken off, causing Dwalin to catch Thorin by the arm before he fell to his most likely certain death.

"Phew, I thought we almost lost our burglar." Dwalin muttered as Thorin dusted himself off.

"He has been lost ever since he left his home!" Thorin growled. "He should have never have come, he has no place amongst us!" He glared before stalking into a cave that was ahead of them.

"Geez, who shoved a stick up his arse?" Tharwen wondered out loud and Nori, Bofur, Kili and Fili burst into mysterious coughing fits.

Translations:

thakin-dor = Mother fucking, shit!