As soon as Thorin began to curse the elves and all their kind you spun and walked off, Gandalf looking after you worriedly before continuing his conversation with Thorin. None of them, aside from probably Gandalf, had ever seen you that way, the expression on your face pained and dejected as you completely ignored Fili, Kili, Balin, and even Bilbo.
You found a tree, grabbed the bottom branch, and swung up into it with ease, climbing to the very top to sulk on a fat branch.
“What do you suppose that was about?” Bilbo asked Balin, looking at your leafy refuge.
The dwarf didn’t have a chance to answer before Gandalf angrily stalked off and Bilbo asked a new question, “Everything all right? ...Gandalf where are you going?”
“To seek the company of the only one around here who’s got any sense.”
“And who is that?”
“Myself, Mr. Baggins”
He approached his horse as you practically threw yourself from the tree, rolling to your feet when you hit the ground to set off towards him at a run, “Gandalf?”
You stopped a few yards away as the wizard turned and his face softened, the two of you communicating in that silent way you had before you gave a curt nod and the two of you headed in opposite directions- Gandalf towards his horse and you back toward camp.
“Is he coming back?” Bilbo questioned Balin, spinning to ask you the same question, “(F/n) is he coming back?”
Your voice was cutting as you answered, “I do not know. Probably. I’m to keep an eye on the company until either he does or he summons me.”
You grabbed Blossom’s reigns and tugged him to the outer edge of the camp- away from the dwarves, ponies, and the fire- to where you wouldn’t be disturbed but were also with in earshot of a yell. Bilbo took a step toward you but Balin stopped him, “Give her some space laddie. Whatever’s got her like this is weighing on her mind heavily, likely even more so now that Gandalf is gone.”
He looked over at you, you were definitely giving off an aura that said leave-me-alone-or-there-will-be-trouble but he couldn’t help but think of the hurt he’d seen in your face before. He looked back at Balin and decided he was likely right, if you wanted space then they should give it to you.
It was dark before long and you sat on Blossom’s back, scanning the horizon for signs of Gandalf or anything less friendly. Your living chair whinnied when Bilbo came near with food and, before he could even offer, you bluntly stated, “I’m not hungry.”
“You have to eat, (F/n).” he countered.
“No I don’t. Give it to Bombur.”
Bilbo sighed, from the tone of your voice he could tell there was no convincing you otherwise, and turned to go back to the camp. You felt a little bad for being so harsh with him but it was only for a moment as other thoughts settled in to plague your mind.
You slid off Blossom’s back quietly and pulled a comb and a fresh set of clothes from your pack as well as a soft bristled brush for Blossom’s coat. You might as well take care of yourself and your hooved friend in order to take you mind off things as sulking wasn’t doing anyone any good.
You ducked behind a rock to change your clothes to a soft gray shirt with a wide neck and long sleeves tucked into a pair of high-waisted black pants that fit you loosely. You tugged your hair down from its bun and shook it out, letting out a content hum as you ran your fingers through it and then carefully used the comb to pull out every knot that had made its way in to the soft locks.
You left it down, confident no one would disturb you, and then began your work on Blossom, the big black point dun letting out a pleased nicker followed by a content sigh as you rubbed circles into his coat with the brush. You giggled, he was like you in a lot of ways and a little attention went a long way.
It wasn’t until you heard the rustle of brush and leaned to see Fili and Kili bolting out of the forest that you knew something was up. You quickly twisted your hair into very sloppy bun and scooped up your short swords to bound over to the fire where Kili quickly spotted you, “We’ve got a problem.”
You froze, “Where’s Bilbo?”
Kili made a face, “That’s kind of the problem.”
You slapped both of them across the back of the head hard after they told you what had happened, them sending Bilbo to retrieve the ponies from the trolls, and scolded, “Are you stupid? He doesn’t even have a knife.”
You turned and walked off into the forest calling, “Come on then.”
In the battle that quickly ensued you hung near the edges, keeping yourself out of sight as you hurled your many daggers at the trolls while wishing you had a brought the bow and arrows you usually carried. You were quick on your feet and skilled with a sword, one in each hand even, but you needed to keep from being caught if the worst came to pass, which of course it did, and a ranged weapon would have been useful.
You were still hidden behind a nearby tree downwind, when the trolls caught Bilbo and threatened to rip him apart. You cursed the dwarves and their mothers and their mother’s mothers before trying to formulate a plan. You just had to keep them busy till morning when the sun’s rays would turn them to stone the question was how.
Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but give a wide grin as Bilbo seemed to have the same thought, your friend was indeed quite clever. Unfortunately the dwarves not so much, they couldn’t see what Bilbo was trying to do as he gave the trolls advice on how to cook dwarves. It didn't really matter as you came up with a plan of your own, if you could keep them looking for you with quick jabs of your swords before disappearing into the forest again they would be kept busy enough to leave the dwarves be and forget about the approaching light of dawn.