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Down Down Down in Goblin Town

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I jerked awake, blinking a few times. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. The whispers of the Necromancer haunted the corners of my thoughts all the time. It was just so ominous and dangerous, like he was muttering some spell. Kili's hand was still clasping mine gingerly. I moved slightly, blinking. "Iridian?" A voice mumbled groggily.

I turned to the blond dwarf, my eyes guilty. "I'm sorry, Fili. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep." I said softly, not wanting to wake his brother. Fili sat up more, turning to face me.

"What happened?" He said. I sighed, and recounted the nightmare in a quiet voice, trying to shake the images from my head. I couldn't get the image of Kili out of my head.

"It was just a dream." Fili said after a pause. I shook my head gently, trying not to wake Kili.

"I wish it was, Fili. But they were from my visions, and the Battle of Moria was something real. I wish I could say it was just a dream, but it wasn't." He paused.

"The part about Kili wasn't. He's right there." I turned my head, and he was still sleeping.

"I know. I just don't want that to happen, ever. Nadad, I'm scared." I whispered. He put his arm around me, and pulled me close.

"It won't. I promise. It can't. He has us." I nodded slowly, listening to the breaths of Kili, whose hand still gripped mine. "Now, get some sleep, namad." He said softly, ruffling my hair. I smiled a closed eye smile. He moved back to where he was, gripping my arm. "I'll be right here." He whispered as his eyes closed. Within minutes, he was asleep again.

I knew I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I didn't want to. I wasn't going to risk seeing that again. Rustling reached my ears. I glanced up and saw that Bilbo had sat up, and started to roll up his blanket and pack his things. He grabbed his walking stick, and tiptoed toward the exit.

Bofur, still standing watch, saw Bilbo trying to leave. He jumped up and called his name. He turned around, looking at the dwarf. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to Rivendell." The Hobbit really loved it there. I did as well, but I loved the company even more.

"No, no, you can't turn back now, you're part of the Company. You're one of us."

"I'm not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door."

"You're homesick; I understand."

"No no, you don't, you don't understand! None of you do- you're dwarves. You're used to- to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere." He snapped in a hushed whisper. I watched Bofur's face fall, his shoulders slumping. Bilbo's did as well. "I am sorry, I don't..." He started.

"No, you're right. We don't belong anywhere. I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do." Bofur placed his hand on Bilbo's shoulder. I called the Hobbit's name softly.

"I bid you good travels. Thank you for being with us as long as you have." He smiled, nodding once.

"What's that?" Bofur said. I saw something faintly glowing, and Bilbo pulled his sword partially out of his sheath. It was glowing a vibrant blue. I remember Gandalf said it meant that Orcs or Goblins were near. Thorin raised his head, and I heard strange noises, sounding like a machine. Cracks formed in the sand on the cave floor.

"Wake up. Wake up!" Thorin shouted. Kili and Fili started awake, their grips tightening. The crack continued all the way to the back of the cave. Before any of us could react, the cave floor collapsed downward. I lost a grip on the brothers' hands. Shouting and screaming followed as we twisted and turned down a large shute. I could've sworn Kili was shouting in laughter. The tunnel ended, leaving a large drop down to a wooden cage. I screamed as well, and it was very high and shrill. We piled on top of one another, and I fell on the boys and Dwalin.