Onya followed in behind, Killi and Filli walking in front, offering her reassuring smiles. As they approached the rain soaked mountains, thunder roared and lighting flashed, Onya had heard the legends of these mountains. The small tight path twisting around and taking them higher.
'Lookout!' Bonbur shouted from the front as a large rock hit the mountain above them, crumbling into heavy pieces that fell about them. She looked at Thorin, his gaze sweeping each one of them making sure they were safe.
'This is no thunder storm! It's a thunder battle!'
From amongst the rocks and mountains rose a giant made of stone, picking up a lump of rock as he stood. The talking from the other dwarves barely audible above the noise of the thunder.
The ground beneath them started to shake, rock falling away. Filli held Onya back, steading her as the rock split between the brothers. Looking up they saw they were on the legs of another rock giant. Onya looked over to Thorin again, his eyes on hers, the desperation and concern on his face evident. As the giant stumbled and fell, Onya and the others gripped, Killi took her arm as the rocks in front of them came closer and closer almost crushing them. They gripped the stone for dear life as it came to a standstill.
'Onya! Killi!'' Voices shouted as the others joined them, the sighs of relief evident. Filli grabbing Killi in a bear hug.
Thorin looked down at them his face relieved, his eyes searching hers looking her all over for signs of injury. His concentration taken by Bonbur calling for them to move on.
'Where's Bilbo?'
Bilbo was hanging from the ledge, his hands slipping and struggling to keep a grip. Thorin climbed down to the ledge pushing the hobbit up before losing his grip himself. Bofur grabbed Thorins arm, Onya fell to her knees screaming 'NO!' Grasping his other arm helping the other dwarfs pull him to safety. Only once he was on the ledge did she release him, the urge to wrap her arms around him almost too much.
'I thought we'd lost our burglar for a minute then.'
'Pah, he's been lost ever since he left home.' Thorin said scowling at the hobbit. ' He should never have come, he has no place amongst us.'
'He has just as much place here as you or I Thorin. You would do well to remember that.' Onya said, pushing past him to get to the shaken hobbit.
'In here!' Thorin said, turning his scowl upon her.
They bedded down for the evening, scattered around the floor of the cave. Kili to a place next to Onya, offering her a smile before closing his eyes. Thorin waited for them to be settled before, rest himself in a space the other side of Onya. She watched him close his eyes, his face the most peaceful she had seen him. He opened an eye, seeing her watching him, stirring something inside.
'You need to sleep.' He said almost a whisper, a small smile creeping on his face.
'You seem to know an awful lot about what I need.' She retorted. 'I can't sleep.'
'Closing your eyes normally helps.' He replied, the smile widening. She sighed and turned to face him with her whole body.
'Why are you always so prickly?' She lifted her head onto one hand, her face downcast.
'It hasn't always been so, I just…' He turned to face her fully. 'It is better not to let anyone get under your skin, distractions are dangerous, I have a lot who depend on me.'
She thought about his answer, studying his face. His softened eyes, his relaxed brow, he was truly a handsome dwarf. His hair to onside of his face revealing his scarred neck, he had seen battles, torment and loss, no wonder he didn't want people close to him.
'You're very strong willed, I hope when this is all over you'll be able to find what you want, and not need to keep battling.'
He smirked.
'What I want will always be out of reach.' He eyed her intently, looking to her soft features; her bright blue eyes clear like the sea. She too had seen sadness, he knew a tortured soul when he saw one, he saw I whenever he saw his reflection.
She reached her hand out to touch his, holding it out inspecting his long, strong fingers, the tips rough with years of hard work.
'Maybe it's you holding back, that keeps it out of reach.' She said intertwining her fingers with his. He shuffled closer to her, touching her face with his rough hand.
'Where d'ya think you're going?' Bofur said, making them jump.
Thorin released her face, moving his hand away from hers.
'Back to Rivendell.' Bilbo replied.
'No, you can't turn back now you're a part of the company, you're one of us.'
'But I'm not am i? Thorin said I should never have come and he was right. I'm not a Took I'm a baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door.' Onya looked at Thorin, his face resuming its hard, cold facade.
'You're homesick s'all I understand.'
'No you don't! You can't understand you're dwarves, even Onya belongs nowhere, with no-one. You're used to this life, to life on the road, never settling in one place. Never belonging anywhere. '
'I'm sorry, I didn't…' Bilbo added, a tear escaped Onya's eye rolling down her cheek, he was right.
'No you're right, we don't belong anywhere.' Bofur said thoughtfully. 'I wish you all the luck in the world, I really do.' There was a pause, Thorin looked over her, he felt her sadness, her want to settle down, to belong. He reached over taking her face in his hands and brushing her lips lightly with his.
'What's that?'
The ground beneath them began to wobble, sand disappearing through a crack between Thorin and Onya.
'Wake up! Get up!' Thorin shouted rousing everyone from their sleep; as the floor cracked and they fell through the gaps. Hitting the wooden floor below with a bang. As they landed hundreds of goblins came forward, grabbing at them, dragging them along the path. They fought against them but there were too many.