“A tobacco pouch. There’s dwarves in these woods.” Dori spoke in a hushed voice, completely unaware that the pouch had belonged to one of them.
Bofur looked to it, then gave a slow nod. “Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less. This is exactly the same as mine.”
Bilbo was exasperated; his head ached and his mind was a marbled mess. “Because it [i]is[/i] yours. Do you understand? We’re going round in circles. We are lost.”

Kili was seconds away into falling headfirst into a curious looking swamp. The water was a peculiar color, and no good could have come from it. Thankfully, Saeril had caught him by his cloak. At first, Kili was alarmed, but he calmed when he saw that it was only his godmother. If anyone could help recover Fili, she could. 
"N-no. Bilbo is right. Fili...is lost." Kili's voice slurred near the end, and his vision seemed to go in and out of focus. Everything appeared tilted; the ground and sky felt as if they had changed places. Desperate for balance, he moved one hand to Saeril's even as she held his face. "He's this way," Kili pointed towards the swamp with his free hand, insistent that this was where his brother had gone. "I have to find him!"

A few of the dwarves began to fight among themselves, and Bilbo tapped his forehead several times in order to clearly think. They needed light. 
“The sun. We have to find the sun. Up there. We need to..." The hobbit's words trailed off, and he began to climb the tallest, and nearest tree. Unnoticed by him, there were freakishly large spiderwebs strewn throughout the branches. The webs belonged to arachnids of an equally large size.