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

Chapter 29: (Third Person POV)

The sun shone bright through the trees as they sailed along the quiet river in the Elvin territory. Thorin (thank heavens) found an old boat intact on the dock by the little old shack on the bay. And that's what they ride in now, while the sun shines down upon them warming Bilbo's skin as he watches his lover paddle the boat along the river. In all honesty, Bilbo felt a lot better than he had that morning and was drinking in this moment of calm before the oncoming storm. Every so often, Thorin glance back and meet his hobbit's loving gaze. He would smile a loving smile, and continued to row. Now, Bilbo and Thorin weren't the only ones having a romantic spell, the Elvin woman seemed to cozy up to a certain dwarf as they whispered back and forth (most likely a bunch of sweet nothings but that is none of my business.)

Soon, they came along a horrific sight that caused the elf to gasp in horror, the kingdom was in ruins. Burned into ashes, only singed skeletons of what used to stand mighty and tall. "No..." Came a pained whisper from the red headed elf, she was in tears at the sight of the only home she ever knew, gone, burned to a crisp.

"What do we do?"

"Check for survivors."

"They wouldn't be here."

"And how would you know that you elf?"

"They have underground passage ways that go out of the forest and to the shire. They are most likely half way there now."

Before Thorin could get another word out of his mouth, Bilbo put his hand on his arms, stopping him from continuing his rant. With a nod, he rowed on. They seemed to sink into a grieving silence as more and more wreckage came into view, buildings mangled and black, piles of ashes lay everywhere.

The silence didn't last long, a great cry came from somewhere behind a recked building, and in the golden sunlight an Orkan stepped out. And it seemed, one just wasn't enough. More and more of the grey bodied creatures stepped into the light as the company bared their weapons, ready for the battle to come. Thorin pulled the boat to the river side and hopped out,"you all have weapons?" Nods came and a cry went up into the air, the battle had begun.

Orkan blood covered swords as the battle raged on. The Elvin woman seemed to dance through the battle, killing with grace. The dwarfs just ran and stabbed, ran and stabbed, while Bilbo ran to a tree that shielded him from the raging battle. He dipped his fingers into his pocket and brought out the golden ring that seemed to whisper to the hobbit at times, begging him to put it on. When Bilbo put the ring on, the world became hazy, he was invisible.

The hobbit ran toward the Orkans, and just went to work. His blade went through the creatures as if they were made of water, creatures and dwarfs alike confused as to why the Orkans were dropping dead. When all of the grey bodied creatures were dead, Bilbo removed the ring and slipped it discreetly into his front pocket.

"Where did you run off to little hobbit?"

"Oh you know, just hiding amongst the trees Bofur."

The company seemed to believe the bluff (well I mean everyone except Thorin.) When the odd group was back in the boat, Thorin beckoned for Bilbo to join him at the front.

"Are you and the baby ok?"

"We are fine Thorin. Do not worry, I can defend my self."

"Well, what is weird is that ring you posses. It worries me."

"And by that you mean...."

"Every time that ring is near me, I can feel it's evil. Do not wear it, it is something of the most evil spirits."

"I won't Thorin, I promise."

But, as the hobbit get the warm rays of the sun on his skin, he didn't know if he could keep that promise.