Once we found the troll's cave some of the dwarves went into the hoard. The trolls had amassed quite the amount of treasure. When they walked out I noticed Thorin holding a sword.
“Bella." Gandalf said dragging me away from my thoughts. He was holding what seemed like a small sword or dagger?
“Hmm?” I asked.
“Here. This is about your size.”He handed me the sword. It was rather beautiful.
“I can’t take this.”
“The blade is of Elvish make which means it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby.”
“I have never used a sword in my life.”
“And I hope you never have to, there was a time when your mother was quite talented with one. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.”Gandalf said and I smiled.
“Something’s coming!”Thorin said.
“Gandalf-”I was cut off. I pulled out my new sword.
“Stay together! Hurry now. Arm yourselves.” Gandalf said and we huddled together.
“Thieves! Fire! Murder!” The strange man on a sleigh of rabbits shouted.
“Radagast! Radagast the Brown. Ah. What on earth are you doing here?”Gandalf sighed in relief.
"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly wrong.” Radaghast replied.
“Yes?”
“Oh, just give me a minute. Um, oh, I had a thought, and now I’ve lost it. It was, it was right there, on the tip of my tongue. Oh, it’s not a thought at all; it’s a silly old stick insect!" This guy was very tiring and I was a bit done with him along with the dwarves. "The Greenwood is sick, Gandalf. A darkness has fallen over it. Nothing grows any more, at least nothing good. The air is foul with decay. But the worst are the webs." Radaghast said.
“Webs? What do you mean?” Gandalf asked.
“Spiders, Gandalf. Giant ones. Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant, or I am not a Wizard. I followed their trail. They came from Dol Guldur.”
“Dol Guldur? But the old fortress is abandoned.”
“No, Gandalf, it is not. A dark power dwells there, such as I have never felt before. It is the shadow of an ancient horror. One that can summon the spirits of the dead. I saw him, Gandalf. From out of the darkness, a Necromancer has come.”
“Try a bit of Old Toby. It’ll help settle your nerves.” He smoked a bit of pipe weed and relaxed. He handed Gandalf a dark blade. Then I heard a howl.
“Was that a wolf? Are there--are there wolves out there?” I asked concerned my eyes widened.
“Wolves? No, that is not a wolf.”Bofur said and then the wargs leaped in. I fought along with them trying to slice against the wolf.
“Warg-Scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind.”Thorin growled.
“Orc pack?”I asked.
“Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?”Gandalf asked Thorin.
“No one.”Thorin said.
“Who did you tell?”
“No one, I swear. What in Durin’s name is going on?”
"You are being hunted.”
“We have to get out of here.”
“We can’t! We have no ponies; they bolted.”Ori said and I was worried for the small dwarf.
"I’ll draw them off.”Radaghast said.
“These are Gundabad Wargs; they will outrun you.” Gandalf argued.
“These are Rhosgobel Rabbits; I’d like to see them try.” We began running over the plains of the southern pass. Gandalf had disappeared and reappeared by the hidden pass. And then we were there. Rivendell the home of the elves and I was whisked away from the dwarves to be cleaned and groomed. As I turned around I saw Thorin looking at me as if I wasn't coming back.
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