I would say good day, but it has been rather dangerous and altogether not a good day. So hello, then. It is I, once again, Dwalin. Since I last made an entry, many things have happened and it is quite a miracle none of us have died. After we left the Last Homely House, a good few weeks ago, everything was fine and dandy. We had food, ponies, and the Misty Mountains ahead of us. One evening, it began to storm, and we were all drenched. Fili and Kili were sent to scout for a shelter, for we couldn't go down to the valley, there were stone giants and we would have been crushed to death. Fili and Kili returned a few minutes later. They led us to a cave, dry and warmer than outside. We searched it thoroughly and finally attempted to sleep. (The rain was very loud and the giants were making such a racket!) At what I later estimated as three in the morning, Mr. Baggins decided to start screaming, I covered my ears and ignored him. I took no more notice until four grubby hands grabbed me, and pulled me into a hole in the wall. I could see I was one of the last to be taken, and a small number of goblins lay dead in the corner. We were captured by goblins, and were going to be eaten for sure! I cursed myself for being interested in this adventure at all as they bound me to what seemed to be Bifur, or Bofur, I'm not quite sure. We were led down a hallway, deeper and deeper into the ground until we were pushed into a chamber with a very large, (and very fat) goblin, who I recognized as the Goblin King. Thorin tried to explain our reasonings for camping in the goblin's cave, but the Goblin King would have none of it. Then, all the sudden, he fell to the ground, dead. Gandalf grabbed the chain full of dwarves and we started running what seemed blindly down passages. I was in the middle of the line, Bifur jerking one of my arms forward, Bombur tugging my other arm backwards. It was uncomfortable and miserable. We finally escaped when Gandalf blew open a passage that was blocked, revealing the outside. We outran the goblins, and he unchained us. Then we killed the few that dared try to track us, and Bifur actually threw one of their heads at an approaching goblin. I'm beginning to like him more. We decided on leaving the burglar, even though I noticed we were back to a size of thirteen. Imagine our surprise when he showed up in the middle of camp one day! I, being a sucker for stories, listened to his over and over again, though he was not very humble with his details. We trekked across a forest, where we were met by none other than Wargs. We quickly scrambled up trees, because they made it fully aware they wanted to kill us. Then, the goblins came. I was just clinging to the tree when suddenly I saw the tree was lit on fire, and I was picked up by an eagle. I flew with my eyes closed, sad that we came that far just to be eaten by a bird. I was very surprised when we were treated as guests and fed the best food eagles have. It appeared that Gandalf was on friendly terms with these eagles, or maybe it's just because they hate Wargs and Goblins. So I am very glad to say that I am still alive.
Sincerely,
Dwalin