A/N:I hope you enjoy this part. This part takes place, as you may have got from the title, in Mirkwood after the dwarves have left Beorn's house. Enjoy! If I have messed up in any way let me know cos I've done most of it as it is in the movie, so it makes it easier for people (most of my friends) who haven't read the book xD the rest I made up! I'd like to thank you guys for all the support I'm getting, it means a lot, so thank you very much and enjoy the next part xx
When the company awoke, they were greeted by Beorn, the dwarf-hating skin had been told about how skin changers were caged and tortured for the entertainment of others, mainly Azog and other orcs. Beorn was the only skin changer left. – Bilbo pitied him. Beorn made it clear how much he hated dwarves, but he had agreed to help them on their quest, claiming he hated orcs more. He gave them his ponies so they could travel to Mirkwood.
Bilbo's POV:
Gandalf told us he was leaving! I couldn't believe it! I did not want to walk through Mirkwood. The forest felt sick, as if a disease lay upon it, apparently Mirwood was our best bet. We had to stay on the path, and if we left I, we would never find it…
As we were walking deeper into forest, I was starting to hallucinate. The air in the forest was thick with illusion, as Gandalf had said. –It swarmed its way into my mind, messing with my thoughts. I thought about Thorin and I wondered how he was coping. I was freaking out, my feet looked as though they were walking backwards, and I turned around to find I was looking at me. I assumed Thorin would be dealing with it better, he was probably more sane than me…
Thorin's POV:
My burglar was right. The forest felt sick. –Diseased. I think we were all hallucinating, some more that others. I tried to keep my head clear. Stay on the path! I kept telling myself. The sickness that lay upon this forest was messing with not just my brain, but my emotions as well. It was as if the forest knew my feelings for Bilbo, I kept seeing him everywhere I looked, my every thought was of him, which was bad news when I had to make sure we were on the path. I tried to shake the thoughts of my burglar from my mind, I succeeded several times, but one thought stayed with me. It was the throne of Erebor returning to the line of Durin. –To me. The best part of that thought was Bilbo joining me in Erebor. My ideal life. Suddenly the company came to a halt. Nori told us that we had lost the path! It was my fault, I was sure of it. I had taken my eye off the ball and jeopardised the whole thing! We couldn't find the path, but I was sure we were being watched. I could hear voices, that I was sure weren't illusions. "What was that?" I asked, "we are being watched!" I knew I was right, so I voiced my concern. The next thing I knew, we were being attacked by giant spiders, we were cocooned with no chance of escape. I didn't know of Bilbo's where abouts, I only prayed he was safe. He could be our way out of this mess I thought. I will not die in this forest, the home of my enemy. Bilbo would help us, I was sure of it. Where he was, what he was doing, how he fared, I did not know. All I knew was that he would be our salvation…
Bilbo's POV:
I had climbed up a tree to find the sun, I saw a lake, and the Lonely Mountain! We were so close! When I shouted down to let the company know, I got no response. The trees were moving, getting closer and closer, I decided to get down from my perch in the tree. There were more spider webs, like I had seen before. I couldn't help but feel it was my fault. If I hadn't have meddled with those webs I found back on the forest floor, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess. I practically gave away our position! Then I fell, and was discovered, and gigantic spider was carrying me away, I was cocooned, but I still had my trusty sword. I stabbed the spider and got most of the cocoon off of me, then I was surrounded by spiders, I put the ring on and disappeared. The spiders had the company there; I was going to set them free. I could hear the spiders talking when I put the ring on. I threw a log to avert the spiders attention. They all ran off, all except one. It was going to try and eat Bombur! I killed it, it cried out "Sting!" a good name for a sword I thought. Then I set all the dwarves free. I heard them ask where I was, I yelled "I'm up here!" but a spider came at me, I killed it but it took me with it. We fell down, down, down and the ring dropped. –So did my heart. The ring dropped to the ground, I found it, but a pale, vulnerable spider came out and its legs touched my ring. –my precious. I got up and chopped and stabbed until the spider was dead. I grabbed the ring, "mine!" I remarked. Then I realised what I had just done. Gandalf was right; I was not the same Hobbit who had left the Shire. It was a scary thought. I had to find the company, I couldn't think about me. What if the company are in danger? What if Thorin is in danger? I can't lose him! I thought. I set off to find them…
Thorin's POV:
The damn elves had ambushed us, they killed all the spiders which was about the only good thing they had ever done. We were being taken to the dungeons, and to Thranduil. Bilbo would save us, I was sure. When we were cut down and freed from the wicked webs, I heard Bilbo's voice I knew it was no illusion, he had saved us and was alive. I was certain he would rescue us from the clutches of the elves, our enemy. My heart was yearning for Bilbo, I couldn't stand being away from him, knowing he could be in danger. It was like being tortured when I was away from him, it was like I needed him to live, my Hobbit...