Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 25 : Into the fire

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

Bofur doomed us all. Despite the fact that I was lying on Gandalf and not actually on the bridge itself. But the dwarves were. The giant corpse of the ugly creature they called a king fell on the wreckage of the bridge, it crushes the dwarves even further and a cry of pain escape their lips.

"You've got to be joking!" Dwalin groans.

Each dwarf extracts themselves from the rubble, with myself lifting my legs of the grey wizard and swiping off any dust that was misplaced.

"Gandalf!" A shout from Kili's mouth. I immediately look up. To my horror there are thousands of goblins running at us like rampaging monster. Which they are.

"There's too many! We can't fight them!" Dwalin states. We could attempt to take them but risking a company member dying. Not today.

"Only one thing will save us; daylight! Come on! Here, on feet!" Gandalf suggests and happens to be the only plan.

The dwarves are eager to get up from the rubble, helping each other up. Helping their kin. I have no kin; I do, i just didn't want that life. We began to run away following the great wizard. Daylight burns my eyes. I haven't sensed its present in what feels like a year. My eyes blink hundreds of times to get use to this rising daylight.

"Five, six, seven, eight...Bifur, Bofur...that's ten...Fili, Kili...Bombur and Cas -that makes fourteen. Where's Bilbo? Where is our hobbit?!" Gandalf exclaims.

He exclaims in a paranoid voice that a consumption of shock is force fed down my throat. How was I so selfish? We left him. And no one bothered to notice it. No one even cared. What if he was dead?

"Curses the halfling! Now he's lost," Dwalin somewhat begins to curse. If he carries on.

"I thought he was with Dori!" Gloin's potentially blames on another dwarf.

"Don't blame me!"

"Well, where did you last see him?" Gandalf begins to interrogate.

"I think I saw him slip away, when they first collared us," Nori explains.

"What happened exactly? Tell me!" Gandalf shouts at the company.

"Well all let him go, because we're all ignorant to care," I say, rubbing the yet to be bruise on my shoulder. Why did I just say that? I regret insulting the entire company. He's dead.

"I'll tell you what happened. Master Baggins saw his chance and took it! He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since he stepped out from his door!" Thorin brings up, practically blaming the poor hobbit without a cause, "We will not be seeing our hobbit again. He is long gone."

Ignorant bastard.

"No, he isn't," A disembodied voice says from behind a tree and is yet revealed. I feel a surge of relief. He's alive. He's well. He's safe.

"Bilbo Baggins! I've never been so glad to anyone in my life," The wizard exclaims with a slight tone of joy.

I was glad. To carry a burden whether someone was alive or dead.

"Bilbo, we'd given up on you!" Kili says in nothing but pure excitement.

"How on earth did you get past the goblins?" Fili asks with nothing but pure curiosity.

"How? Indeed," Dwalin backs up Fili's conversation.

I would like to know why. But it would make us think different of him. Maybe he is a fighter and slayed all those goblins. Maybe, he fell into the depths of the darkness and escaped there. An awkward pause is present throughout the company as the hobbit is speechless and is consumed with the unwanted pressure of what to say. He laughs in a nervous and his hands are now place on his hips. Does it really matter whether or not he escaped the goblins? Bilbo slides his hand near his waistcoat pocket. Something is in his hand. And not the only one to notice it. My eyes dilute towards Gandalf as Bilbo slips a ring into his pocket.

He has it.

The one ring to rule them all.

Out of it gloriousness and its beauty, it lays in the hands of the hobbits. And so the rumors were true. It was hidden all along in the depths of the mountain. But who took it after Isildur? Gandalf begins to look perturbed in the lasting light.

"Doesn't it matter if he's alive?" I say, breaking the awkward presence and breaking the thought of what I've just seen.

"It matter!" Thorin's voice rubs against the back of his throat, " I want to know: why did you come back?"

"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've come 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 says. I want to clap but since no one else would, then I will not.

And I'm only here for the money.

Bilbo had changed and for the greater good.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something. Something familiar and yet it carried the stench of death. Like literally. Its Azog.

And he's come to kill us all.

He swings his mace forwards; directly as the company and several of his wargs -ones without riders- leaping before its master and racing their legs towards. I feel a consumption of fear. But I need to hide it. I need to hide my fear. I can't face him again. Not now.

"Out of the frying pan..." Thorin says with the same rasp at the back of his throat.

"...and into the fire! Run! RUN!" Gandalf commands.

Knowing full well that this will be the last living day I will have Middle Earth.

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