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"And Bombur. That makes thirteen." Gandalf finished. "Where's Emilie? Where is our hobbit? Where is our hobbit?" the wizard repeated louder. The little creature was nowhere to be seen.

"Curse the Halfling!" Dwalin shouted. "Now she's lost!"

"I thought he was with Dori!" Gloin accused.

"Don't blame me!" the gray haired dwarf snapped back.

"Well, where did you last see him?" Gandalf sighed, panicking slightly.

"I think I saw her slip away when they first collared us." Nori offered hesitantly.

"What happened exactly? Tell me!" the wizard implored. It was then, that the previously silent Thorin spoke up.

"I'll tell you what happened. Lady Brandybuck saw her chance… and she took it." He turned away angrily. "She's thought of nothing but her soft bed and her warm hearth since she first stepped out her door! We will not be seeing our hobbit again." His voice dropped. "She is long gone." There was a silence as the words sunk in. Gandalf looked around desperately. It couldn't be true. Hobbits didn't give up. Emi couldn't have given up… could she? The silence continued unbearably. The dwarves felt lost. Unsure what to do. They looked to Thorin for guidance. To tell them what they should do next. But his back was turned to them, his shoulders slumped and his head hanging low.

"Do you think so little of me?" A tiny, hurt voice spoke. Everyone spun in surprise to see a small, bloody hobbit standing before them.

"Emilie Brandybuck!" Gandalf cried, a smile appearing instantly. "I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life!"

"Emi! We'd given you up!" Kili laughed in relief.

"How on earth did you get past the goblins?" Fili asked in wonder.

"How indeed." Dwalin nodded. But in the silence, the company realized that Emi was not paying attention to them at all. Tears perched in the corners of her eyes as she stared at Thorin. The dwarven king stared back, unsure what to do. Slowly, Emi staggered towards him until there were just a few feet between them.

"You really think of me as so weak to give up?" she asked quietly. Though the entire company could still hear her. Thorin hesitated a moment before replying.

"I overheard your conversation with Bofur back in the mountains." He said. "If that wasn't giving up, then tell me. What is?" Emi's jaw dropped open slightly. Everyone stared as the hobbit took two steps up to the dwarven lord and, with her good hand, slapped him. Hard.

"I was leaving because you were being such a JERK!" she shouted. Thorin turned back to her slowly, eyes blazing with fire. "I didn't want to leave! I had already been almost eaten at least twice and I'm not about to give up so quickly! But YOU made it so obvious that I was unwanted! So I thought I'd do you all a favor and LEAVE!" Everyone stared at the hobbit in shock. But she wasn't done. "Well I'm soooo sorry for thinking that I was unwelcome! I guess I misread all the times you yelled at me, and complained at me, and glared at me, or treated me like dirt! How stupid of me to think that maybe it would be better if I just left!"

"So you're blaming me for this?" Thorin hissed dangerously.

"Yes." Emi said firmly, stepping back defiantly. "Yes I am." The company exchanged worried glances. Their little hobbit friend was going to be killed for sure if one of them didn't step in. However, none of them had to. For just then, a haunting howl echoed through the trees. Everyone turned to look back the way they had come, including Emi, her defiance and bravado gone, reducing her to a tiny, trembling, injured creature.

Balin sighed loudly. "Out of the frying pan,"

"And into the fire." Gandalf finished. "Run. Run!" And they were running again. Emi could barely stay on her feet as she tripped after the company. Her anger and adrenaline was gone. And she was tired. Tired and in pain and she just wanted to lie down and hope the wargs just ignored her like the goblins had. That actually sounded like a good idea, then Balin grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along after the others. Now she didn't have a choice. She would keep running until the orcs gave up or there was nowhere left to run.

Which happened a lot sooner than expected. They had run straight to the edge of an overhang. And there was no other way to go.

"Up into the trees! All of you!" Gandalf shouted. And the dwarves began launching themselves into the trees with a skill Emi would have been surprised by if she weren't defending herself from one of the faster wargs that had already caught up with them.

The rabid creature charged at her and threw it's own head straight into Emi's sword. "Climb Emilie!" Gandalf called to her. She tried to grab her sword and run, but the thing wouldn't budge.

"They're coming!" someone shouted. Emi looked in alarm to see the wargs bounding towards her. In a flash, she was gone. No one noticed her disappearance. Everyone assumed she was in one of the other trees. Besides, they had more important things to worry about. Like the large white warg stalking to the front of their attackers. And more importantly, the pale orc that rode it.

"Azog." Thorin breathed, his eyes wide with shock.

"Nuzdigid?" the pale orc spoke slowly. "Nuzdi gast? Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob." Thorin shook his head.

"It cannot be." Azog lazily spoke to his warriors.

"Kod, toragid biriz." He pointed to Thorin. "Worori-da!" At his command, the wargs leapt forward, powerful jaws snapping at the lower branches. Desperately trying to get a taste of dwarves. No one noticed the one warg who turned to the side, sniffing the air. The trees groaned. Their branches snapped and fell to the ground one by one. The dirt loosened and the trees began leaning. And then they began to fall. And it was all the dwarves could do to jump to the next one, and the next, until all thirteen dwarves and one wizard were in one tree, on the very edge of the cliff.

"Fili!" Gandalf shouted. The wizard tossed down a flaming pinecone, which was immediately thrown at the approaching wargs. The dwarves cheered as pinecone after pinecone was thrown down, driving away their enemies. It seemed like they would get out of this yet! Until the tree gave a sudden lurch. The cheering stopped as everyone grabbed for the branches in confusion. And the tree slowly began leaning further and further, until it halted. The tree stopped horizontally and suspended over open air. No one noticed the warg getting pelted with rock after rock over on the side.

They did notice Thorin, standing on the tree, hate filled in his eyes. Then he charged. Straight at Azog. Orcrist was raised in one hand, and the oaken branch over his other arm. And Azog leaned forward and his warg leapt. Thorin took the blow straight to the chest and collapsed to the ground. The dwarf struggled to his feet and turned around just in time to get the pale orc's mace right in his jaw. He was knocked back to the ground.

"Nooo!" Balin shouted, trying to get up. Azog roared in triumph as his warg fastened its teeth firmly around Thorin. Dwalin tried to swing onto the truck, but the branch snapped and he swung back down.

"Thorin!" he shouted. Mustering the last of his strength, Thorin swung the hilt of his sword into the white warg's muzzle. In reward, he was tossed roughly against the rocks, his sword flying out of his reach. No one noticed the tiny sword disappear from a dead warg's skull. Azog tilted his head back to the nearest orc.

"Biriz torag khobdudol." He said slowly as the orc smirked and strolled over to the fallen dwarf. Thorin watched with fearful eyes. He tried desperately to grab Orcrist, but it was out of reach. The orc raised his sword, smirking down at the dwarf. This is the end. Thorin thought, as his sight began slipping away in darkness. The last thing he saw was a tiny little hobbit tackle the orc, her dark brown hair flying. Then everything went black. That reckless burglar.

So I'm a little worried about this chapter. It didn't seem to flow right in my opinion. If you guys could give your opinion, that would be very helpful!