"No, no, no. You can’t turn back. You’re part of the company. You’re one of us", Bofur tried to reassure. "I’m not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I’m not a Took, I’m a Baggins, I don’t know what I was thinking. I should’ve never run out the door", Bilbo was thoroughly guilty about making such a mistake. He was a hobbit, not a dwarf. "You’re homesick, I understand" "No, you don’t! You don’t understand, none of you do, you’re dwarves! You’re used to-to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!", now that was a mistake he couldn't take back. "I’m sorry. I didn’t..." "No, you’re right. We don’t belong anywhere", Bofur looked around at the other dwarves sleeping. Unknown to them, Thorin was listening from his sleeping place. "I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do", Bofur pats Bilbo on the shoulder, and as the hobbit turns to leave, the dwarf noticed Bilbo’s sword glowing. "What’s that?", he asked curiously. The hobbit took his sword out and sees that it is indeed glowing blue.
At the same time, Thorin notices the floor of the cave beginning to crack. "Wake up. Wake up!", he shouted to everyone, but it was too late for them to be prepared. The last thing Maleficent saw, was that she and everyone were falling into a cavern. Stopping, she was glad that she wasn't in the pile of them, but what she didn't want to see was figures of goblins before her. "Incoming!", she called to the others as she moved out of the way, but she soon felt regret while dwarves were not moving, only to be attacked.