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Emi felt exhausted. And it wasn't just from walking miles upon miles on foot in the blazing sun. It was Thorin. Emi didn't know just what that idiot had done now, but he seemed more unbearable than ever. Always telling her to do this or that, telling her to keep up if she even dropped a smidge behind the others, constantly sending Oin over to look at the nasty cuts on her feet, which we growing in number.

Not only that, but it was even painful to look at him. Every time she did, her little hobbit heart would start racing like mad. Emi wasn't clueless. She'd talked to others before. Her friends had described a wild throbbing in their chests and a couple weeks later, they would be courting. But Emi was certain that wasn't what was happening to her. She was not falling in love. It just wasn't something that was even a possibility! There must be another reason. Maybe extreme dislike? Hate even? She hoped that was the reason. She hoped desperately.

Thorin also seemed to be in a fowl mood. And the entire company could tell. The dwarven lord insisted on starting before down, walking until it was dark and taking almost no breaks in between. Kili and Fili quickly realized that only their esteemed burglar could knock some sense into the company's leader. However, she was in the middle of trying to avoid the Dwarven king as much as possible. This, of course, did not concern the nephews in the slightest.

"Thorin!" Kili shouted through the downpour. "Emi says she's tired!"

"No I'm not!" The burglar shouted in her defense, picking up her pace slightly, trying to ignore the torrential rain and winds. Thorin stopped and looked back at the hobbit, who, as if planned, stumbled and nearly fells off the slowly growing cliff side, which how now turned into a sheer drop into nothingness. Emi waved her arms around frantically until Dwalin grabbed her by the waistcoat and hauled her back against the wall. Thorin turned away again.

"We must find shelter!" He shouted over the din. But he knew it was a hopeless cause. It was hard enough to find his own feet on the narrowing path, much less a cave to wait in safely.

"Look out!" Dwalin hollered through the din. Thorin look up in alarm to see a huge boulder hurtling towards the company. The dwarves threw themselves against the cliff face as the rock came hurtling towards them. A shock ran through the ground as stone connected with stone. The shower of rocks crashed past the harmlessly.

"This is no thunderstorm!" Balin shouted. "It's a thunder battle! Look!"

"Well bless me, the legends are true!" Bofur exclaimed watching as the mountain moved across from them. "Giants! Stone Giants!" Emi could not comprehend what happened next. The path beneath her began to shift and rock. They were moving. Half the company was… separated? They had to get back to them. The mountain was falling. They were going to die. No. They were safe. She was slipping. Cries of relief. "We're alright! We're alive!" She needed to call out to them. She could hold on. "Where's Emi?" Bofur's voice.

Emi was snapped out of her daze. Her eyes widened in horror. She was hanging on the edge of the cliff!

"There!" someone shouted. Emi felt a dwarf dive for her as her fingers slipped at last. Ori grabbed her one arm desperately, but couldn't pull her up. Both dwarf and hobbit hands were wet with rain and blood. Emi could feel her grip slipping as Bofur reached for her other arm. She reached back but her arm was too short. Why did her arms have to be so darn short? Ori let out a cry of alarm as Emi slipped further down. The hobbit was just barely aware of something swinging over the side next to her. All at once, the strain on her arm disappeared as a large hand grabbed the back of her coat and hoisted her up into the awaiting arms of the dwarves. Emi collapsed on flat rock, panting heavily. She didn't think she could stand. She glanced over to see Dwalin drag Thorin back onto the cliff. Emi's brow furrowed as she continued to gasp for breath. Why was he being pulled up? He couldn't have… risked himself for her?

"I thought we'd lost our burglar." Dwalin huffed, helping Thorin to his feet.

"She's been lost ever since she left home." The dwarven lord snapped, exhaustion evident in his voice. Emi's brow furrowed further. "She should never have come." She is not safe here. Thorin wanted to add. But he held the words back, gazing down on the wearied hobbit with frustration. Why did she always seem to get into trouble? He turned away. "Dwalin!" And the two of them stomped off.

A cave was found soon enough. Though Emi didn't really care. The rain could continue to pour down on her till she drowned. It didn't matter at the moment. That idiot! She thought to herself, as the little hobbit curled down on her soaked bedroll. What is his problem? She tried to fall asleep. It's not like it was my fault I almost died! It could have been any of the company! …But it wasn't. And that was an unchangeable fact. It hadn't been one of the dwarves. It had been her. She had gotten in trouble again and she was the one that had to be saved. It was just like the trolls. She had needed saved. And then again with the wargs. They had been forced to go to Rivendell because of her injury. And now this time when she nearly fell to her death. Again and again and again, time after time, she had gotten into one mess after another. And Thorin had to pick up her slack. Again.

Emi's eyes popped open as she stared into the darkness around her. What good would she be against a dragon anyway? Might as well just save Thorin the trouble. As silently as she could, Emi rolled up her soaked bedroll, packed it up, slung her pack over her shoulder, and began to creep out.

"Where do you think your going?" Emi froze. Bofur. Of course he had to be on watch. She had hoped he had fallen asleep or something. The hobbit turned around from the cave entrance, looking around to make sure the dwarf had not woken any of the others. Still sleeping. Good.

She was not aware that a pair of steely blue eyes opened at the dwarf's voice.

"Back to Rivendell." Emi sighed at last. Thorin's eyes opened slightly wider.

"No, no, you can't turn back now!" Bofur shook his head, hoping over dwarves to stand in front of her. "You're part of the company! You're one of us."

"No. I'm not." Emi bit back. "I'm just some stupid hobbit who thought she would be able to do some good! What a fool I was! Thorin was right. I don't belong here. I should never have stepped out my door."

"You're homesick." Bofur smiled. "I understand."

"Just stop." Emi frowned. "That has nothing to do with it. I'm not even supposed to be here! I'm just a wizard's back up plan! I have no skill, no nothing. You don't have any idea what that's like! You can't. You're a dwarf. And you're used to this life. Always moving from one place to another. Nearly dying ever other day. I'm not used to that! Because I have a life." A silence filled the cave. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't…" Emi rubbed her hands over her face. Thorin's eyes dropped to the floor.

"No…" Bofur shook his head. "No your right. You aren't a dwarf. You're a hobbit. There's nothing that you want from this quest. You don't want jewels and riches. You prefer living things. Comforts of home." Bofur smiled at her, his eyes twinkling sadly. "You have a home to go back to." Emi frowned. "I wish you all the luck in the world." Bofur smiled, pulling her into a hug. "I really do." And he released her and nodded as she turned to leave sadly. "What's that?" Emi turned back in surprise.

"What's what?" She followed the miner's gaze to the sword at her hip. Slowly, she slid it out of its sheath. It was glowing. Blue. A loud grinding of gears sounded from somewhere below.

"Wake up." Thorin said, seeing a crack disappear into the floor. "Wake up!" The dwarves shot up in confusion and dropped.

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