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The route was set and Jimmy surged forward, both blades whirling in his hands until they blurred into a storm of cold light, goblins falling before him as easily as overripe fruit, bodies breaking apart without slowing his stride.
"Move, stay close," Jimmy shouted as he glanced back.
The dwarves were already struggling to keep up.
"Hey, long legs run too fast." someone complained from the rear, breathless. "Pick it up."
"Watch the sides."
Goblins came swinging in on ropes from both tunnel walls, launching themselves midair in desperate attempts to block the path, and then the arrows came, dense and shrieking, black fletching slicing through the dark.
Clang, clang, clang.
Jimmy charged straight through the volley, arrows shattering or skidding uselessly across the stone, not a single one slowing him down.
"Jimmy," Kíli shouted.
"What?"
"Nothing urgent, just save me a bow and some arrows."
Kíli glanced at the remains of the goblin archers, broken bows, and snapped strings scattered across the ground.
"No problem." Jimmy replied with a grin, "Next turn."
The thrill was clear in his voice as experience surged and numbers flickered at the edge of his vision.
"Kill them."
"Wrong tunnel, Jimmy, lower path."
"We take the shortest route."
Boom.
Jimmy slammed into the goblin line, the impact hitting like a blast wave as bodies lifted, spun, and smashed into walls and railings.
"Kíli, catch."
Two quivers and a crude bow made from twisted roots were kicked upward, spinning through the air toward him.
"Got it, thanks."
"Do not fall behind."
Jimmy pressed on, goblins pouring onto the hanging bridges from every direction, front, sides, and above. Anyone who reached him was cut cleanly in half, anyone who slipped past was crushed by a single brutal kick and sent folding away like scrap.
Back in the hidden paths near Rivendell, the dwarves had never truly understood how dangerous Jimmy was.
Now they did.
They watched him carve a path forward, stunned into silence, until Ori nearly paid for his distraction as a goblin lunged from the side.
"Ori, look out."
Bombur swung a massive beam, wood cracking, bone following, the goblin flying.
"Thanks." Ori breathed. "By the mountains, Jimmy is terrifying."
"Move."
Jimmy did not slow, but the pressure shifted as more goblins began slipping past him, ignoring the front to swarm the rear, targeting the dwarves and Gandalf.
"This will not hold." someone shouted. "Gandalf, do something."
Only then did they understand how hard Jimmy had been working to make it look easy.
"Light," Gandalf commanded. "Only light will save us now, push forward, Jimmy, left tunnel."
"Understood."
Jimmy turned, blades flashing as sparks flew and goblins fell, forcing a path toward the left passage.
"Down."
The drop yawned open beneath them, more than fifty meters straight down, and a rope bridge stretched across the void.
"Jump."
Jimmy did not hesitate and the dwarves had no choice, goblins flooding in from every direction, the tunnel choking with bodies, retreat impossible.
They leapt.
Jimmy stayed behind, cutting until the last dwarf landed safely, then ran, jumped, kicked off jagged stone, descending in a controlled fall as the chamber shook and goblins poured in like insects.
Jimmy stepped forward.
"I will cover the rear, go."
"We can fight together."
Jimmy laughed.
"No, go, I am not done yet."
He rolled his shoulders, blades gleaming.
"I still haven't had my fun yet, and you know my skill, cutting through them is no harder than chopping firewood."
The goblins screamed and rushed him.
Jimmy welcomed them with a slash!
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"Go, all of you, move now." Thorin stayed at the rear, watching until the last dwarf passed through, and only then did Jimmy level his blades, crossing them slightly as he smiled. "All right, now the show begins."
"Kíli, Fíli, Bombur, Ori, Glóin, Bifur…"
He counted quickly, eyes sharp.
"Thirteen, that is everyone, or not? Where is our burglar? Has anyone seen Bilbo? Where is he?"
"What?" someone said. "I thought he was up front."
"No, Ori was ahead."
"Then where is Bilbo?"
"Maybe he ran off."
"He is not exactly as reliable as Jimmy."
"Maybe he turned back for home."
"No," Gandalf said firmly. "He would not do that. Bilbo, where are you?"
"Enough, Gandalf." someone muttered. "He is not going to…"
"I am here."
Bilbo slipped the ring from his finger and appeared among them, breathless but standing tall.
Gandalf's face lit up.
"I have never been so glad to see anyone. Welcome back, Bilbo."
"Why did you come back," Thorin asked, his tone rough, his words blunt, very much a dwarf's way of speaking.
But Bilbo understood, this was not anger, it was confusion.
"Yes," Bilbo said. "I did not want to come back. I missed my home. Hobbiton. Bag End. My garden. My chair. My pipe. Quiet afternoons, warm sunlight, a proper meal, and a peaceful life."
He paused, then looked at them.
"But you do not have that. I could return home, yes, but what about you? I know I am not strong, I cannot fight like Jimmy, cannot charge the enemy or hold the rear."
He swallowed, then continued.
"But I consider you my friends, and if I can help, even a little, then I want to help you reclaim your home. Everyone deserves a home. Everyone deserves to go back."
Silence followed, broken only by heavy breathing, several dwarves turned their heads away, eyes wet.
"Hey, why are we still standing around?" Jimmy's voice cut in cheerfully as he walked out of the shadows, his armor splashed with dark red, every step leaving a bloody footprint. "Bilbo, seeing you alive is the best surprise today."
"Hey, hey, hey, do not come closer." Bilbo waved frantically. "You are absolutely covered in blood. What happened. Did you enjoy yourself a little too much?"
"Enjoy." Jimmy snorted. "Those oversized rats figured out they could not beat me and ran for their holes. I was not about to crawl in after them, so I came out to check on you."
He looked around.
"By the way, why are you still here. Orcs will be closing in any moment."
Behind him, piles of goblin corpses filled the cavern, a silent testament to just how brutal he had been. It took real effort to scare goblins into fleeing, and Jimmy had managed it.
"What orcs?" someone asked nervously. "What orcs."
"They have been following us since we left Rivendell," Jimmy replied casually. "Kept their distance. Earlier, the goblin chief sent word saying Thorin was captured, so I assume they should be arriving about now."
"What?" Thorin snapped. "They were following us all this time. Why did you not say anything?"
"I did," Jimmy replied calmly. "Every time I stood on a rock and told you I was watching the orcs."
The group fell silent.
"We thought you were joking."
Shouts echoed through the tunnels.
"Useless cave rats. You let the exiled dwarf king escape. Kill them all."
Wargs howled as countless orcs burst into view, curved blades raised, riding hard.
"Move, now," Gandalf shouted, pointing toward a dense pine forest ahead. "That way."
"Everyone go first," Jimmy said. "I will hold them."
They ran.
Moments later, a shout echoed from within the trees.
"Damn it."
"What is it?" Jimmy called.
"Dead end," Thorin shouted back. "Cliff ahead. Pull back."
Jimmy looked at the wave of orcs pouring in behind them, filling the forest edge.
"I do not think we can," he said. "Get ready to fight."
"No," Gandalf replied sharply. "Not yet. Climb the trees first, then we think."
Jimmy sighed, then nodded.
"All right, you climb first. I will deal with these few wargs and then follow."
The wargs charged.
Jimmy stepped forward.
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