A/N: Hello there! Here is chapter three! *Bows with a flourish*

The next day, the rain had let up, so they pack up thier things and move along. Thorin still insists he can walk by himself. Gandalf does not listen, and floats him into the air. They trudge along like any normal day, and stop for lunch at noon. As their wrapping up, Balin walks over to Fili and Kili.

"Why don't you go over and interact with him?" He asks.

"Balin, he said the only thing we'd ever be good for-"

"And you called him stupid. It's time to make ammends." That's that, so they saunter over to their uncle, who's still eating.

"Hi, Uncle. Do you feel any faster today?"

"Is the magic wearing off yet?"

"Ssssssslllllllooooooowwwwwww...dddddddooooooowwwwwwwnnnnnnn..."

"Oh, right. Ddoo yyoouu ffeeell ffaasstteerr?"

Thorin tells them to slow down more, and when it's slow enough, he answers, no, he does not.

"Aaarrreee yyyooouuu sssuuurrreee?"

"Yyyyyyyeeeeeee-"

Kili cuts him off impatiently, saying, "What?"

"IIIIII-"

"Look, just answer the question!"

They repeat the question to him, and this time he responds with slow head shaking and nods.

They continue to badger him, until Thorin tells them, in slow motion, to go away.

Fili and Kili walk back over to Balin. "He told us to leave."

"Oh, you boys."

They're not sure whether he's counting Thorin as one of 'them boys.'

Thorin POV

They're waiting for me to finish eating, I know. The particularly speedy blur that I'm guessing is my nephews continuously are saying things like, "Hupuckle!Caw!Caw!" I don't understand that, which maddens me to no end.

Balin leans in and says slow enough for me to hear properly, "Can you try and pick up the pace?" Believe me, I would if I could. I am glad to give the bowl to Bombur and be on my way. The wizard says something that sounds like, "Moseecose!" And Whoof! I'm floating again.

"Llllllleeeeeeettttttt...mmmmmmmeeeeeee...dddddddooooooowwwwwwwnnnnnnn..." I beg.

Gandalf shakes his head.

Just because I've slowed down a bit doesn't mean I can't walk!

"IIIIII...Cccccccaaaaaaannnnnnn...wwwwwwwaaaa-"

"But you-Fine. Let's see you walk."

Yes!

Whatever magic that's holding me up drops me. I try to steady myself, but I'm to slow and fall. I get up slowly to see them walking off.

"Wwwwwwwaaaaaaaiiiiiiittttttt..." I call out. Gandalf says loudly, slow enough for me, but fast enough for them, "Come-on-everyone-don't-mind-Thorin-didn't-you-hear-him-he-doesn't-need-any-help!"

I struggle after them, but I can't catch up. I try running. Forget running. For running, you need to be, well, fast. They have soon disappeared from sight. I slowly clench my fists. They can't just leave me! I'm their leader! I'd charge them with treason! If I can ever make my way out of here.

Fili and Kili are free to skip about all they like without Thorin calling out to tell them get a handle on themselves. They don't realize this for a while. When they do, Kili asks, "Fee, Gandalf wouldn't really just leave Thorin behind would he?"

"I dunno, Kee." There is worry in Fili's tone. They go to ask Gandalf about it, but Balin's beat them to it. They hear Gandalf saying,

"You heard him. He can walk by himself." Fili and Kili exchange a glance. Had Gandalf finally lost his marbles?

Thorin

I lean against a tree to catch my breath. Even though I'm slower, I seem to tire out more quickly.

Well, isn't that ducky.

I slowly push off from the tree and prepare to continue my long walk.

"Well, Well, Thorin, you seem to have fallen a bit behind." Says a voice above me.

Gandalf! I turn my head toward him. "Would you like a lift?"

"Yyyyyyyooooooouuuuuuu...-

"Come now, Thorin. The others are waiting."

He-he-that Wizard-

"Ffffffffffffffffiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeee.."

I say, dragging out the word even more than it normally would be.

Gandalf saw Thorin's death stare and briefly wondered if he would regret this later. He shrugged and magicked Thorin into the air.

Fili and Kili are somewhat relieved to see their uncle and Gandalf heading toward them. "Uncle! Unc-" then they see the look on his face. They quickly hurry away. Slow motion or not,you just don't talk to Thorin Oakenshield when he's wearing that look.

A/N: I feel so bad for Thorin! *sniffle* He's already gone through three chapters of this, and Chapter 4 is going to be very...Whumpy... you and Thorin have been warned.

P.S. From a normal speed perspective, 'Hupuckle!Caw!Caw!' Sounds like 'Hurry up Uncle! C'mon! C'mon!'