(Bagginsheild) Let The Storm Rage On (PART TWO)

Chapter Thirteen: (Bilbo's POV)

"Be careful."
"You couldn't guarantee my life, so what does it matter?"

He pulled me into a searing kiss that I knew was meant to comfort me, but it did no good. It made me think of I was about to loose. I pulled away much to my dismay and faced the open hole in the side of the mountain,"here goes nothing." I ran inside.

"WHATS THE PLAN?" I shouted as the company and I ran for our lives. The dragons fire reached around the corner, causing a rush of heat to engulf the tall hall we were in. Thorin took charge and began to give out orders left and right. I blacked out due to the adrinilene rush I experienced and hardly remembered what happened. Until, the dragon was engulfed in the melted gold, I thought we had finally defeated the great and powerful Smaug. When he came barreling out of the gold with a roar of defiance. He ran towards the wall, and busted through it, no problem. And took off in a gust of air.

"I AM DEATH!" The dragon shouted into the night, and I knew, I was the cause of this. I could be at the shire, in my humble hobbit hole with a book, oblivious to all of this going on around me. But no! I had to come along. Fear raked through me like the claws of a great beast, and I couldn't stop the shaking that began all over my being. What are we going to do?