What if... (A Hobbit Fanfiction) (DISCONTINUED)

He's Not Dead..?

Previously on What if...

"Out of the frying pan." Thorin said.

"And into the fire. Run. Run!"

Now...

No one had to tell me twice. I didn't want to be a Warg's chew toy. I ran, sword in hand, sparring glances back every now and then. I gasped as a Warg jumped in front of me, and I readied my blade. It charged at me and I stepped to the side, slashing my blade into its neck.

I stabbed it in the torso once more to make sure it was really dead, like I had seen the others do. 'First kill. Yay.' I thought sarcastically. I kept running, but slowed down when the others stopped. We were at the edge of a cliff.

"Oh joy..."

"Up into the trees! All of you! Come one, climb! Bilbo, climb!" I turned and jumped into a tree, a Warg just barely missing my feet. I glanced down at the ground where I had been moments before, and saw Wargs swarming all over it. But what was strange was they stopped jumping at us, and turned to face the other way. There atop a white Warg, was a pale, albino Orc.

My words came out barely above a whisper.

"No fuckin' way..." He spoke in Black Speech, and I could tell he was taunting us. My grip on the branch I was sitting on faltered as Wargs slammed into, trying to knock it down and reach us. Then, the tree I was in tilted, and started falling to the side.

It knocked into another tree, and then that tree knocked into another one, and so forth, all of us jumping onto the last tree and the edge of the cliff. I watched as a pinecone on fire hit the ground, setting the dry grass on fire. That was probably courtesy of Gandalf. I grabbed a pinecone myself, and started trying to light it off of Fili's one that was already catching fire. 'Good thing I have great aim.' I thought to myself as I chucked it.

I let out a small cheer as it hit a Warg smack dab in the face. The Wargs nearest the fire ran away, the one I hit actually on fire. I listened to the Dwarves cheer, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over. My thought were proved to be true when the tree started tilting off the edge of the cliff. The tree trunk was now parallel with the cliff, and I was hanging on tightly by my arms, my legs dangling in the air.

I watched with horror as Thorin stood up, and started walking towards the Orc. I may hate him at the moment, but my feelings for him where still there, and I did NOT want him going off and committing dwarfish suicide. He started to run through the flames, and jumped at Azog. But his attempt was futile. He was knocked flat on his back by the Orc's white Warg.

He attempted to get up again, but was met with the Orc's mace. He was knocked down again, and this time, the white Warg's mouth closed around Thorin's entire midsection. My brain went blank, and I stood up. I watched as Thorin slashed at the War's face, making the animal throw him to the side, landing harshly on a rock. I pulled out my sword, and I could feel my body shaking with rage as another Orc stepped forwards.

I didn't even realise I was moving until my body slammed into the Orc's with a yell, knocking him to the ground. I wrestled with the Orc for a few seconds, and then stabbed him a good three times. I yanked my blade out of the Orc's corpse and stood in front of Thorin protectively. My chances of surviving this were low, but dammit, I was going to try. I gave an overconfident smirk, and waved my blade.

"Come get some, ya iskêb faslk binkurdu!" I shouted. Azog smirked. He spoke something in Black Speech, but I'm pretty sure he said something along the things of 'kill him'. I readied my sword, preparing for the three Wargs and their riders. But, alas, fate smiled upon me, cuz my Dwarves came to my rescue.

My courage and adrenaline returning, I dashed forwards into the fight, slashing a Warg in the face. But when I parried a blow from it's rider, it sent me flying into the muzzle of the white Warg. It tried it bit at my stomach, but settled for throwing me unto the ground by Thorin. I was breathing heavily, and scooting back on my but and hands, trying to regain control of my limbs and fight. My mouth gaped open as an MAGESTIC FRICKIN' EAGLE, came outta nowhere, and grabbed one of the Wargs, and threw it off a cliff.

More appeared, and they decimated the Wargs and Orcs within seconds, tossing them here and there like dirty rags. I watched as one of them picked up Thorin and flew away with him, to awed to protest. I only had time to witness Azog's angered face before and Eagle came and grabbed me, only to drop me OFF A FUCKING CLIFF! Oh. Onto the back of another Eagle.

Ok.

The sun was rising as we flew, but I wasn't admiring the view. My eyes were trained on Thorin the whole time, who looked, and I didn't want to admit that it was a possibility, dead.

"Thorin..." I watched as we reached what apparently was our destination, as one of the Eagles set Thorin down gently. When my Eagle set me down, I started to run towards Thorin, but I kept my distance as the others got off theirs.

I watched as Gandalf spoke something under his breath, moving his hand from the Dwarf's face down to his throat. Thorin said something but all I heard was what Gandalf said as a response.

"It's alright. Bilbo is here. He's quite safe." 'Well, despite being covered head to toe in injuries, then yeah, I'm fine.' my thoughts snarked, but on the outside, I sighed in relief that Thorin was alright. I watched as he stood up, with some help form Kili and Dwalin.

"You!" The very small smile I had been wearing disappeared in a flash. "What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed!" I wanted to come up with something to say back in response, but nothing would come to mind even thought I wanted to spit it out.

"Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the Wild?" I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes as he stepped closer to me, but I wouldn't back away either.

"That you had no place amongst us?" I gulped, preparing for the order to go home, but nothing came.

"I have never been so wrong in all my life." His words shocked me, but his hug shocked me even more. My face was buried in the furs of his coat, and I couldn't help but breath in his smell.

God I missed this. I missed him. I smiled and hugged him back as the company cheered, and I saw Bofur give me a wink and a small thumbs up. I was almost sad as he pulled away, but I had just gotten a hug from Thorin Oakenshield, so I wasn't complaining.

"But I'm sorry I doubted you."

I shook my head, still smiling.

"No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero or a warrior, like I hope to be. I'm not even a burglar." As the other watched the Eagles fly away, Thorin leaned closer to me, and whispered, "And thank you," My face turned a shade of pink, and he smirked when he looked away. Then I watched as his face slackened.

I turned, and my face slackened as well, my jaw dropping.

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked, following Thorin as he stepped closer, the others following behind.

"Erebor...the Lonely Mountain... the last of the great Dwarf Kingdoms of Middle-earth."

"Our home." Thorin smiled.

I had to admit, even though it was really far away, it did look pretty majestic.

"A raven! The birds are returning to the mountain." Oin said, and we all looked to the side, watching a bird fly in that general direction.

"That, my dear Oin, is a thrush."

"But we'll take it as a sign. A good omen." Thorin said, his smile widening as he looked at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"You're right. I do believe the worst is behind us."

Only one line of Khuzdul in this, no Sindarin, and I'm too lazy to translate the Black Speech and whatnot, so here's the Translation; iskêb faslk binkurdu means: heartless prancing dicks.