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Elven Roads and Dwarven Oaths

They had gone down the rock, into the forest, once again. Bilbo, who was indeed light on his feet, had been asked to scout around them. Climbing stealthily up a rockyescarpment he cautiously peered over the edge. In the far distance a pack of Orcs scout riding Wargs can be seen scouring a ridge line. The Warg's sniffed the ground trying to pick-up their scent. Azog's riders went around, while the Pale Orc himself also scouted for them. Suddenly, his head swiveled towards Bilbo's lookout as ifsensing he is being watched. The hobbit ducked down just before he was seen. 

About to creep back to the others, Bilbo froze when a massive paw padded into view, a massive paw that belonged to a giant, bear like creature. It pushed through undergrowth, dark, fierce eyes stared intently atthe orc pack in the distance, analysing. Sharp fangs were bared as the bear emitted a low, threatning snarl. Barely breathing Bilbo quickly went away, back to the Company. As if the Orcs were not enough, something else was after them.  Gandalf, Thorin and the Company immediately peppered Bilbo withquestions as soon as he appeared.

"Everyone, let him breath", Mäetharanel appeared from the bushes. 

"How close is the pack?", asked Thorin, while his elf returned to his side.

"Too close, a couple of leagues, no more.But that's not the worst of it -", answered the hobbit, breathless.

"Have the Wargs picked up our scent?", Dwalin rudely interrupted him, but Bilbo did not even care. He just wanted to breath. 

"Not yet, they will soon enough - but there's another problem", Gandalf interrupted him too.

"Did they see you?", asked the alarmed wizard, "They saw you."

"No, it's not that -", the wizard appeared smug.

"What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse -excellent burglar material", while he nodded, the dwarves appeared relieved and spoke amongst themselves. Bilbo, who had been completely ignored, was frustrated now.

"Would you listen to me - would you just listen?! I'm trying to tell you -", everyone went quiet, "There's something else out there", said the hobbit, afraid.

"What form did it take - like a bear?", Gandalf asked, worried.

"Do you think it was?", he nodded at Mäeth, who frowned.

"Yes, except bigger - a lot bigger", Bilbo was so confused. What were they talking about?

"You knew about this beast?!", asked a horrified Bofur, "I say we go back."

"And be run down by a pack of Orcs?", scoffed Thorin. 

"There's a house not far from here where we might seek refuge", the wizard thought fast, and the elf nodded.

"Whose house? Are they friend or foe?", the Dwarf King was always wary whenever they walked into something new.

"Thorin, please, there's no time", Mäetharanel hurried them, looking around, upset.

"Neither - he will help us... or he will kill us", the elf rolled her eyes.

"What choice do we have?", a huge roar sounds above them, and Thorin stiffens.

"None", and Gandalf lead the Company across a shallow river, and through the wild. In the distance, Mäetharanel saw Greenwood, poisoned. Mirkwood, they called it now, but to her it would never be that. Glancing back, he hurried the dwarves, "Come on!", when he felt a presence near him, he immeadiatly knew the princess had catched up to him.

"Mithrandir! We're near-", the elf ran by his side.

"I know!", his main goal was to get them all to safety.