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

Chapter 30: (Third Person POV)

That night, the moon made it's presence known as the company slipped through the night. Earlier in the day, the rag-tag group had abandoned their boat and decided to continue their quest on foot.

Many were injured, thanks to the early battle, and were in for a long hard road to recovery. Nothing was major, so it wasn't as bad as you think but still, no proper equipment to actually treat the wounds? Things can get nasty. But, I am getting off subject, what we really need to discuss is what the company is thinking. Many thought this,

'Why can't we give up now and just wait for death? This is hopeless to actually try and find the crazy old wizard.'

Two of the many who were in the group thought this:

'I can do this on my own, I would have defeated that awful smaug by now if it wasn't for this extra weight I travel with.'

And Thorin thought this,

'We need to stop for the night, leave in the morning to find Gandalf. But, as Bilbo sleeps, I will get that cursed ring.'

This goes through the company's thoughts as they set up their camp on a clearing, next to a babbling brook which provided the perfect wash for many of the dirty dwarfs. Soon, when everyone is washed, fed, and picked a spot to sleep, conversation buzzes low and soft through the air as dwarfs, hobbit, and elf alike wind down for a long needed rest.

As the company talked amongst themselves, Bilbo retrieved the ring from his front pocket and looked at it intently, studying every little mark that appeared on its golden surface. The more he looked however, the more it seemed to whisper to him,'give in, give in to the power, put me on, give in.' It said and finally a firm hand placed itself on Bilbo's shoulder,

"I thought you said you would get rid of it."

"I am getting rid of it."

"No, you are whispering to it and just staring at it."

"I just can't let it go."

"Then let me do it."

Thorin tried to take the golden ring from Bilbo's hands, but he was met with a growl and a bite to the hand. The dwarf yelped in pain and let the ring drop back into the hobbit's hand.

"My precious."

"You are out of control, get rid of it please, for the sake of the baby."

"I can't, it is mine and no one else's. It will always be mine, you won't have it, no one will, it is my precious."

By this point, Thorin had become rather irritated. This whole ring business was completely insane, and to be quite honest, he didn't like it one bit. To be around that ring was as of you were near something you desperately craved, and you needed it badly. So, he wanted no part in this ring, nor did he want his offspring near it.

"Please, give me that ring."

"Never."

"It's either me or that god for saken ring."

Now this one sentence, made the hobbit think. This ring was his, he didn't want to leave it with Thorin, he might keep it forever. But, then again, he didn't want to loose Thorin. He had a choice to make here,

Thorin or the ring?

(( Hello my lovelies, I am leaving you all with a cliff hanger. Why? I am evil, and choose to make you wait. Now, to more pressing matters. I am a depressed wreck, and I honestly feel so over it. I love to write and plan not to end this book anytime soon, but it's hard dealing with what I go through on a daily basis. But, enough ranting, comment, vote, read and carry on my wayward son.-SW))