No one's POV

The company slipped through a passage in the rocks, following the small streams of day light from outside.

When they finally reached it they all gathered around a tree and panted heavily, their hearts beating out of there chests. Gandalf started counting the dwarves and his one elf, till he realised someone was missing. "Five, six, seven, eight...Bifur, Bofur...that's ten...Fili, Kili...that's twelve...and Bombur ­ that makes thirteen. Where's Bilbo? Where is our Hobbit? Where is our hobbit?!" He asked in a panicked tone. Ash looked up and glanced around. "But he was just-..." she trailed off trying to remember where and when she saw her companion last.

"Curse the halfling! Now he's lost?!" Dwalin yelled, in a mixture of anger and worry. "I thought he was with Dori!" Gloin yelled. "Don't blame me!" Dori replied. "Well, where did you last see him?" Gandalf asked. "I think I saw him slip away, when they first collared us." Nori said. "What happened exactly? Tell me!" Gandalf yelled, wanting answers, guilt slowly rising as he believes he's abandoned the hobbit inside.

Unbeknownst To the company Bilbo, who is invisible, is hiding behind a tree near them, waiting to reveal himself. "I'll tell you what happened. Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it! He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door! We will not be seeing our Hobbit again. He is long gone." Thorin said. Ash growled and stood tall infront of the dwarf prince. "What is wrong with you? All he's ever done is respect you and do as you say. He has saved our skin and you have never even thanked him. I don't know if the rumours about dwarves I was told growing up are true but you aren't helping me disprove them. Dôl gîn lost!" She yelled at him. He didn't understand the insult but the young elf suddenly snapping at him did make him flinch in surprise actually.

Bilbo, who is still invisible, hears everything Thorin & ash have said.He leans on the tree as he ponders what he has just heard. The dwarves look at each other.

Bilbo builds up his courage and takes off his ring."No, he isn't." He says as he steps out from behind the tree, no longer invisible. The dwarves look up in shock and relief. Ash's angered expression relaxed into a tired yet happy look. Gandalf laughs as he speaks. "Bilbo Baggins! I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life!".

Bilbo strides forward into the group; he pats Balin affectionately on the shoulder. "Bilbo, we'd given you up!" Kili says happily. "How on earth did you get past the Goblins?!" Fili asked curiously. "How, indeed." Dwalin muttered in a suspicious tone.

There is an awkward silence as Bilbo tries to think what to say. In the end, he gives a nervous laugh and puts his hands on his hips. Gandalf is the only one to notice Bilbo sliding the Ring into his waistcoat pocket. Gandalf looks a bit perturbed. "Well, what does it matter? He's back!" He says, pretending to not be bothered by it.

"It matters! I want to know: why did you come back?" Thorin asked. Bilbo sighed. "Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you're right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden. See, that's where I belong. That's home. And that's why I came back, cause you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can." Bilbo said kindly. After Bilbo speaks, there is silence as the dwarves think about what Bilbo said. Gandalf smiles slightly, happy that Bilbo has changed so much ­ for the better.

Just as they all relaxed a yell in orcish came from the mountains. Ash went pale and looked as if her heart has just stopped. Warg scouts charged down from the mountain and snarled at them. The young elf without hesitation pulls out her bow, loaded it and shot at the pale orc.

"Out of the frying pan..." thorin muttered. "...and into the fire! Run! RUN!" Gandalf yelled. He roughly pulled the young elf behind him as they all start running down the mountain as fast as they can. The Wargs follow them rapidly; it becomes nighttime. Soon the foremost Warg catches up to the group and leaps at Bilbo; Bilbo ducks behind a rock and the Warg's jaws snap in the air over his head. The Warg lands in front of him. Growling, it charges at him. Bilbo pulls out his sword and holds it in front of him; the charging Warg impales itself in the head on the sword and falls down dead. Bilbo looks on in surprise. A few more Wargs catch up to the fleeing dwarves, but they are quickly dispatched. The Company reaches a large outcropping of land with a few trees growing on it; they are trapped there, as there is no way off the outcropping besides a great fall down the mountain.

"Up into the trees, all of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!" Gandalf yelled, as he shoved the snarling elf to kili and fili.

Bifur throws an axe, killing a Warg which was approaching him. Bofur jumps off a rock and grabs a tree branch, using Dwalin's head as a stepping stone to the tree. Other dwarves begin climbing into the trees as well. Bilbo tries to pull his sword out of the dead Warg's head, but it is stuck firmly. He continues to pull.

"They're coming!" Thorin yelled. Gandalf climbs to the top of the furthest tree; Dwalin boosts Balin up. Thorin, Bombur, and the rest climb up trees too. The main body of Wargs and Warg Riders approach. Bilbo finally manages to pull his sword out of the Warg; he looks up to see several more Wargs running at him. He quickly clambers up a tree as the Wargs rush below him. Kili and fili with all there strength pulled ash up. She snapped back to her senses and climbed to the top. Dozens of Wargs circle the trees in which the Company members are perched. Gandalf reaches out with his staff and picks up a moth sitting in the same tree as him. Bringing the moth close to his face, he whispers to it; he then blows it gently, causing it to flutter away. The Wargs cease their growling and turn as the White Warg, with Azog on its back, approaches slowly. Thorin looks at Azog in shock.

"Azog?!" Thorin said in shock, not believing his eyes. The young elf glared at the orc with more hatred then it was thought an elf could muster. As his White Warg growls, Azog strokes it and talks ominously. "Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?Ganzilig­i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train­ob.".

Thorin looks stricken with pain and grief, realizing that Azog had captured his father. "It cannot be." He says, sounding heart broken. Azog speaks to his Wargs and Riders. "Kod, Toragid biriz." He orders, point to thorin. "Worori­da!" He then yells. At his command, the Wargs leap forward and try to climb the trees. They jump as high as they can, scrabbling at the tree trunks and breaking apart branches in their jaws in their efforts. The trees shake violently at the assault, and the dwarves struggle to hold on.

Ash purches at the top of the tree and aims for the wargs. She manages to kill a few yet there seems to be an Infinite supply. She muttered elvish curses under her breath.

"Sho gad adol!" Azok yelled. With the weight of the Wargs climbing it, the furthest tree from the edge of the cliff, which Bilbo and several other dwarves are in, gets uprooted from the ground and begins leaning wildly. As more Wargs grab onto it, the tree tips over and lands on the next tree; the dwarves and Bilbo jump from the falling tree to the next. However, this tree as well tips over; like dominoes, all the trees begin falling over. All the dwarves, Bilbo, Ash and Gandalf manage to jump onto the last tree, on the very edge of the cliff. This tree doesn't fall over. Azog laughs. Looking around in desperation, Gandalf spies a pinecone. He grabs it and uses his staff to set the pinecone on fire; he then throws it down amid the Wargs, who retreat in fear of the fire. Azog is startled and angry at the unexpected resistance. Gandalf lights two more pinecones and throws one down to Fili, yelling his name to grab his attention.

Fili catches the pinecone. Bilbo and the dwarves gather pinecones and Gandalf sets them on fire; they then throw the flaming pinecones like missiles at the Wargs. All the area around the tree gets set on fire, forcing the Wargs to retreat a distance. At least one Warg gallops away with its fur alight. Azog roars in anger and frustration as the dwarves cheer. Suddenly, their cheers turn into cries of fear as the roots of the tree they are in start to give way; the tree tips precariously over the edge of the cliff, but comes to a rest sticking straight out away from the edge of the cliff. Gandalf looks down and sees the ground far, far, below. The dwarves try to hold on as they get flung around. Ori loses his grip on the tree and falls, but manages to grab on to Dori's leg. "Dori! Ori!!" Ash screams. Diving to grab dori, missing yet thankfully he grabbed onto a branch. "Aahhh! Oh! Oh no!" Ori screamed. "Mister Gandalf!" Dori yells.

Because of the extra weight, Dori loses his grip on the tree as well and falls, but Gandalf quickly swings his staff down and Dori grabs on to the end of it. "Hold on, Ori!" He yells to his brother. Azog growls; Thorin, clinging to the tree, looks at him in hate and anger. Thorin pulls himself up, his sword drawn, and walks down the leaning trunk as Bilbo and the others, hanging from the tree, look on. "Thorin!" Ash yelled, scrambling to her feet as she followed her companion through the fire. Thorin runs through the burning ground at Azog and his White Warg. Azog spreads his arms wide with a smug grin on his face, not seeing the young elf through the thick smoke and flickering fire.

Thorin growls as he runs with his sword up and his oaken branch shield held in front of him. Azog crouches, then roars as his Warg leaps at Thorin. Thorin tries to swing his sword, but the Warg hits him in the chest with its forepaw, smashing Thorin to the ground. The other dwarves in the tree look on in shock. Dori struggles to hold on to Gandalf's staff. "Help!" Ori yells. "No!" Ash screaming, revealing herself to the pale orc.

As Thorin gets back on his feet, panting, Azog and his White Warg wheel around; they charge at Thorin again. Azog swings his mace and smashes Thorin in the face before Thorin can react. Thorin is brutally flung to the ground by the impact. Azog then made eye contact with ash. His smug grin grows as ash growls at him. Loading her bow and looking as if she wanted to murder him in the most agonising way possible.

Azog roars in excitement. Bilbo manages to stand up on the tree. The White Warg clamps its jaws around Thorin and Thorin yells in pain, making ash freeze. Dwalin tries to get off and tree to assist Thorin, but the tree branches he is holding on to breaks, swinging him precariously over the edge and preventing him from reaching Thorin. "Thorin! Nooo!" He yells.

Azog strides towards the elf on his warg. She stares at Thorin in absolute horror, knowing the warg could bite him in half.. taking this to his advantage azok grabbed her tightly fly the neck, and lifted her up. She dropped her weopons and struggles to breath. She dug her nails into his hand and scratches at it desperately as her vision slowly darkened. Azog's hand began to bleed, and the blood ran down her clothes yet he didn't seem to care. As the White Warg holds Thorin in its mouth, Thorin manages to hit its head with the pommel of his sword. Roaring, the White Warg throws Thorin several feet away onto a flat rock nearby. Thorin lands heavily, his sword falling out of his hand. He is almost unconscious. He glances sadly at the scene around him. An elf in the grip of his enemy and his company about to fall to there death..

"Biriz torag khobdudol." Azog ordered. One of Azog's Warg Riders jumps off his Warg and approaches Thorin. Bilbo, seeing this, pull out his own sword, which glows blue. The orc approaches Thorin and places its sword against his neck; raising the sword, the rider prepares to decapitate Thorin. As he swings his sword down, Bilbo throws himself at the orc and knocks him over. As they fight, Bilbo manages to stab and kill the orc. As Azog growls in anger, tightening his grip on Ash's neck and bruising it badly, Thorin goes unconscious. Pulling his sword out of the dead orc's body, Bilbo stands in front of the unconscious Thorin and protects his body. He waves his sword wildly at Azog and the other Wargs. Azog smiles in hatred and speaks in the Black Speech to his Orcs. Ash weakly manages to beg "n-no.." yet her voice was to low to hear over the chaos.

A couple of Wargs and Riders approach Bilbo, snarling. Suddenly, Fili, Kili, and Dwalin, who have managed to get off the tree, plow into the Wargs from the side and start fighting them. In the confusion, Bilbo yells and leaps forward, wounding a Warg. The White Warg hits Bilbo with his head and sends him flying, however. As the fighting around them continues, Azog and his White Warg approach Bilbo to kill him. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin have been surrounded by Wargs, and Bilbo is at Azog's mercy. Ash looks sadly at him as she slowly starts to black out.

Suddenly, the moth returns to Gandalf. Dori slips from the end of Gandalf's staff, and Dori and Ori fall toward the ground far below. An eagle swoops out of nowhere and catches them on its back; they yell in fear as they are carried swiftly away. Several more Eagles appear and join the fray. Some grab Wargs and Orcs and toss them over the cliff. Others knock down trees, which crush the Wargs below them. Another Eagle fans the flames with its wings, causing an inferno which burns the Wargs. Azog snarls in frustration. One Eagle gently grabs Thorin and his sword in its talons and flies away. As Thorin is lifted off the ground, his oaken branch shield slips off his arm and lands on the ground. Azog roars and jumps back as an Eagle flies by him; the Eagle heads straight for an alarmed Bibo and snatches him off the ground. It then throws Bilbo, and he screams as he falls toward the ground, only to land on the back of another Eagle. When he jumped back azog dropped ash on the ground. She gripped the grass and coughed heavily as she took deep, gasping breaths.

The rest of the Eagles proceed to snatch the dwarves out of the tree and fly away. One scooped up as and her weopons. She hugged her quiver and bow as it held her tightly. When only Gandalf is left in the tree, the roots give way and the tree falls off the edge of the cliff. Gandalf leaps clear of it and is caught by an Eagle. As the Eagles fly away with all the Company, Azog and the few Warg Riders left growl in anger and frustration.

The eagle carrying ash chucks her into the air and flies under her so she lands on his back. She looks around, seeing all the company... and Thorin unconscious.

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed. I'm doing extra long chapters since I want to make the 2 people who read this happy XD

Lil'nightfury

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Elvish translation
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{Your head is empty}
Dôl gîn lost

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Orcish translations
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Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?
(Do you smell it? The scent of fear?)

Ganzilig­i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train­ob.
( I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain.)

Kod, Toragid biriz.
(That one is mine.)

Worori­da!
(Kill the others!)

Sho gad adol!
(Drink their blood!)

Biriz torag khobdudol.
(Bring me the Dwarf's head.)

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