The orc shrieks and I fall to the ground in shock. The camp explodes into action as my kin grab their weapons. I quickly recover and start to attack. It's obviously a small pack that had the element of surprise and it won't be a problem but I should of seen it coming. I should've known to keep watching, I should've known to stay at the camp and I should've known to not let my emotions get the best of me. Emotions are my worse enemy. The first thing I  learned from my mother's people is to always be ready, and that means not ever letting your emotions distract you. I just failed the first rule. The fight was over about as soon as it started, and, as I expected, Uncle Thorin was less then elated. His eyes were like fire and his hands were clenched into tight fists.
"We're not stopping for the night, pack your things, we're leaving." He didn't have to tell me twice. I packed meager belongings and go to help Bilbo, who has crawled out from the bush he jumped into. This was obviously his first time seeing an orc and he didn't take it well, he looks a little pale and it shivering even though it's a nice night. Luckily, Uncle Thorin didn't see.

   "Thorin won't like it." I say in a hushed voice.
  "At this point I don't care what he thinks." Gandalf says, he furrows his thick grey brows. " It isn't safe to be wandering on the rode like this with a map none of us can read."
  "I completely agree with you." I say looking over my shoulder at Uncle Thorin. " I wish anyone else other than Lord Elrond could read the map." I say, and Gandalf nods.
  "I'm going to go scout the best path to rivendell my dear, please keep the hooligans under control."he says, placing a hand on my shoulder, and chuckling about the food fight that is raging.
  "Of course." I say.

Just when I think the night is going well, I'm told some of our ponies are missing. Great. Wonderful. Just what I needed. To make things worse, I'm sent to find Gandalf, leaving the others "un-attended" which is dangerous when it comes to male adult Dwarves. I hop on my horse and ride away as fast as possible, not wanting to be gone for to long. Especially since I can hear the deep voices of something not elvish, not of man, and not dwarvish, and not orc, but something somewhat worse, trolls. The dull, large, bumbling, ugly cousin of the orcs. This could get interesting.