It was night time, which the dwarves said to be our perfect escape. Rain started to pour down onto us, making me put my hood.
"Hold on!" Thorin called back to the rest of us, which was hard to make out. With no warning Bilbo slipped on a patch of rocks, which started to crumble beneath him, with no hesitation, Dwalin and Ori pulled his back back against the cliff. Dwalin gave out a warning which I couldn't make out, before a giant rock was hurled towards the mountain, which caused other rocks to crumble down the mountain.
"This is no thunderstorm. It's a thunder battle!" Balin told us.
"Well bless me! The legends are true! Giants! Stone giants!" Bofur announced. The giants legs then started to split apart, separating us from the other half of our company. A stone giant headbutted the one we were standing on, sending one of its legs into another rock formation, we took this opportunity to quickly scramble onto it. One of the giants lost its balance, sending the others in to the side of the mountain. Thorin started to yell at the mountain side in which they were thrown into. We made our way to that side quickly, to be refreshed with happiness that they were okay.
"Where's Bilbo!? Where's the Hobbit!?" Bofur asked looking around vigorously. Bilbo started to yell up at us, dangling from the mountain side. 'At least he's semi-okay?' Thorin jumped down and helped Bilbo up, then needing help up himself.
"I thought we lost our burglar!" Dwalin breathed.
"He's been lost, ever since he left home. He should have never have come. He has no place amongst us." Thorin snapped. He continued to order Dwalin to see if the cave was clear.
"Looks safe enough." Dwalin said, breathing heavily.
"Get some sleep. We start at first light." Thorin directed us. I finally decided to do what he said for a change and decided to get some rest.
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I woke up a little later to see Bilbo trying to sneak his way through the dwarves, to the opening of the cave.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bofur asked the hobbit. I waited silently for the answer as well.
"Back to Rivendell." Bilbo stated shakily.
"No... You can't turn back now. You're part of the company. You're one of us." Bofur tried to convince him.
"I'm not though, am I?" Bilbo contradicted "Thorin said I should have never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking. Should never have run out my door."
"You're homesick!" Bofur told him "I understand."
"No, you don't! You don't understand! None of you understands. You're dwarves, you're, you're used to, to this life! To living on the road, to never be set in one place, never belonging anywhere!" He exclaimed in a loud whisper. I let out an inaudible gasp, surprised but what had just escaped his lips. I could hear him quietly trying to apologize.
"No, you're right. We don't belong anywhere." Bofur agreed in a halfhearted tone. "I wish you all the luck in the world." Before they could converse anymore, the ground started to make noises, and a line started making it's way through the sandy soil.
"Wake up!" Throin demanded, startling everyone to wake. The ground finally broke apart, much like a trap door, and we all fell through it, letting out screams and yells.