One day after Brooklyn had met the the Company he had been sitting with his warg friend whom the dwarves had gotten to meet and somewhat got along with and worried about having to climb through the Misty Mountain goblin tunnels again since he couldn't fly over them with Fangspirit. Fangspirit whined, nuzzling Brooklyn as he chuckled softly and petted him.

"Just not looking forward to leaving this beautiful place boy. But I have to if I want to find my father," He murmured, having spoken to Gandalf before earlier and had chosen to follow the group on their way to the Lonely Mountain after Elrond read the map to Thorin that they had to get there on the night of Durin's Day. That was when he heard the voice of Haldir.

"I thought I may find you here," Grinned Haldir, holding something in his hands. Brooklyn raised his brow. "What do you want? He asked in confusion. "Well, since you may soon be leaving, I thought you could use something to help you carry your friend here."

He presented Brooklyn with a carrying pouch, just big enough for the warg pup to fit and adjust on his shoulders for long flights. Brooklyn was stunned, ears fallen. "That's really for me?" He asked, as Haldir held it out for Fangspirit to sniff. "We want you to travel safely and quick as possible, and this saddle bag may be your only chance." Brooklyn reached out to take it, beaming at him. "Thanks, Haldir. I won't forget this," He said in happiness, trying it on for size. It seemed to fit him fine. Haldir had given him more lembas bread too to eat on the way and elvish medicine.

"And the lady Galadriel sends her wishes to you, but doesn't have time to speak, since she and Gandalf are in a meeting. But you'd better catch up to your friends as they are leaving at this moment." Haldir informed. Brooklyn's ears fell at this. Why were they leaving without Gandalf? Something seemed suspicious. But he bowed to the elf. "Thank you again for helping me. And give my regards to Lord Elrond."

"Good luck," Haldir said, as Brooklyn took off on all fours to the entrance of the city where indeed; he saw the Company without Gandalf headed on their way to the Misty Mountains. "Come on boy, we gotta catch up," Brooklyn urged the warg who woofed and the two at first ran since they didn't need to glide yet. He hoped they could get there on time for Durin's Day to open the door into the mountain.

It was another long 3 days travel through fields and low hills up to the bigger mountains, where Brooklyn at first kept himself hidden but when it got to rough terrain, he waved for Bilbo's attention. The hobbit turned, eyes widening.

"Brooklyn! I thought you wound up getting left behind!" Brook grinned, the rain coming down hard on them. "I nearly did but I'm here. And I'll help if you need it," He offered. Thorin frowned slightly. "We're dwarfs. We don't need anyone's help," He growled slightly, making Brook frown a bit before shrugging and continuing to make their way across the rocky ledges which looked pretty tedious.

At least I have wings, Brooklyn thought to himself, seeing how immensely short this mountain path was when he could easily glide them over to the other side. He shouted into the rain. "I can take you guys over the mountain where you don't have to walk, you know!" He roared. Thorin's voice echoed back to him, gruff and irritated. "Dwarves don't need your help. We look after ourselves!" Thorin snapped back, making Brooklyn frown a bit. Bilbo glanced back apologetically but couldn't find any words since this storm was getting worse.

Suddenly the group heard rumbling groaning noises in the storm. Brooklyn glanced up, wondering what was going on. He saw Balin looking disbelievingly at some strange giant looking things moving that were made of stone.

"Bless my soul… it can't be!" He screamed. One revealed itself, a face completely stone, and had arms. "Giants! Stone Giants!" Brooklyn heard Oin shout, as two of them appeared. His heart beat loudly in his chest, wondering how Goliath would react to seeing stone giants like this, wondering how he hadn't seen them before in his first venturing in the mountains.

The giants went into a battle with each other, throwing rocks and punching. Bilbo, Brooklyn and a couple other dwarves got caught on one of the giant's knees. He cried out when what he was standing on moved, holding onto the rock. Fangspirit was left behind on the real cliffside, howling and barking in fear for his friend. Brooklyn held Bilbo's shoulder, eyes rounded in fear and staring down at the blackness below, not wanting them to fall.

The knee went closer to the cliffside when one of the giants punched at the other, making him falter. Brooklyn's taloned feet scrabbled on the wet stone, knowing he had to do something to help or they're jelly. He grasped Bilbo and tossed him over to the other side to saftey where Thorin jerked him out of the way of the knee. Brooklyn was terrified as the wall got closer and closer but managed to push the other dwarves over.

His feet finally slipped as the knee crashed into the wall, barely avoiding getting crushed but fell and grabbed the ledge, hanging for dear life. The other dwarves came over wanting to help Brooklyn get back up, Brooklyn gripping the wall with his taloned feet, taking Bombur and Dwalin's hands, pulling him back up.

Thorin frowned at both him and Bilbo. Brooklyn felt his face go red. "I told you we didn't need your help…" Thorin snapped bitterly. "He would've died if I hadn't!" Brook shouted in anger, pointing at Bilbo looked rather awkward and upset at being pulled into this. After a moment's silence Thorin didn't speak but kept moving on, the glare still present. Brooklyn knew it would take time to get his trust, as the group pressed on after that experience.

They found a cave to take shelter in but couldn't start a fire in case it attracted orcs. Brooklyn didn't fancy having them attack them in their sleep either but still shivered, for even his cloak from Puck was wet and had a hard time keeping himself dry. Fangspirit whimpered and tried to as well, even if his own fur was wet.

"T-Thanks boy…" Brooklyn murmured in a tired voice, sitting as far from Thorin as possible, curled up and shivering. Obviously Thorin hated him the most out of the other dwarves even if he didn't seem too mean at first. Obviously this guy had trust issues. He the gave a tired yawn, knowing tomorrow was gonna be a long day, munching on some of his lembas bread before going to sleep on the sandy cold cave floor.

Later that night Brooklyn heard footsteps in his sleep and opened his eyes. It was still dark but to his surprise he spotted Bilbo sneaking his way around the sleeping dwarves. What was he doing? Why was he leaving?

That was when he saw Bofur noticing Bilbo leave too. Brooklyn remained silent when the two talked. "I'm going back to Rivendell. I should never have stepped out my front door," He said in a quiet voice, that sounded rather sad to Brooklyn. Bofur nodded. "Yer homesick. I understand…"

Bilbo shook his head, glaring. "No! No you don't! You have no idea what it is like! You dwarves are used to this life! All this travelling, not belonging anywhere! Look at Brooklyn! He's probably living the dream of traveling to new places and not worrying about going home!" That made Brooklyn's heart sting, standing up and startling the others. His tears fell. "No, that's not true," the gargoyle hybrid exclaimed, making the two jump.

The hobbit flushed. "H-how long have you been listening?" He asked. Brooklyn though couldn't feel mad, for he could understand Bilbo's frustration. "I miss my old home every day, Bilbo. I haven't been this used to all this traveling where I come from." He said in a choked voice. That made Bilbo feel more guilty about yelling at both Brooklyn and Bofur. "I-I'm sorry I…" Brooklyn gave a sad smile. "It's fine, it really is. I'm nervous about seeing my father but I long to see my old family again."

Bofur smiled too at Brooklyn then glanced at Bilbo. "And, you're right. We don't belong anywhere…" He said softly. The dwarf held out his hand to Bilbo. "I wish you all the luck in the world." Brooklyn though wished he wouldn't leave. But that was when they heard a strange noise. "What's that?" Bofur asked.

Brooklyn's eyes lit up when he saw that a crack was forming in the ground but not in the natural way. He quickly backed up as Thorin woke everyone else, right as the floor opened, revealing a trap door, causing the dwarves and Bilbo minus himself and Fangspirit. Brook had grabbed the warg on time but couldn't save the others.

"NO!" Brook shrieked in horror, reaching while trying to reach. Their screams echoed with the roar of goblins then was quiet, leaving Brooklyn alone. He stood there at the edge, staring down into the evil darkness of the pit which eventually closed again. His legs trembled, remembering his last experience in those horrible tunnels, but had an instinct of bravery to rush in.

That was when he heard an echo of Thorin's voice in his head that stopped him. "We dwarves don't need any help from you…" it made him swallow his dry throat, feeling tears fall. The Company had fallen into a horrible place he couldn't follow out of fear. Brook backed away from the trap door, knowing it would be suicide if he recklessly jumped down there.

He knew then he had no choice: he had to fly over the Misty Mountains on his own and wait to see if they got out of their situation alive, not wanting to make their situation worse by showing his face to the goblins.

"Come on, boy, we got to find the entrance we went into before to find them," He said, placing Fangspirit into his carry pouch, ensuring he was secure before walking out, raising his wings, and took off into the air to fly through the treacherous mountain range, praying they will make it out of there.