𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘|
❝︎The day I changed was
the day I quit trying to
fit into a world that never
really fit me.❞︎
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━︎━︎━︎━︎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 Bilbo to come back down. He was currently on the top of the hill, trying to discover how close the pack of wargs were. Ellaria stood there, a small frown on her face. Gandalf stood beside her, glancing occasionally at the elf before looking ahead of him in the direction Bilbo had run.
"What troubles you, Princess?" Gandalf asked.
Ellaria blinked, turning her head to look at him. "Nothing. It's nothing."
Gandalf went to say something else, only to stop when footsteps approached. Bilbo came running down the hill, meeting Thorin who was waiting for him. "How close is the pack?" Thorin asked.
"Too close." Bilbo said, taking a moment to catch his breath. "A couple of leagues, no more. But that's not the worst of it."
"Have the wargs picked up our scent?" Dwalin asked.
Bilbo shook his head. "Not yet. But they will do. We have another problem."
"Did they see you?" Bilbo turned to look at Gandalf. "They saw you."
Bilbo shook his head. "No, that's not it."
"What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse." Gandalf proudly said. The dwarves started mumbling their agreements. "Excellent burglar material."
"Quiet!" Ellaria snapped. She turned to Bilbo. "What is it?"
"There is something else out there."
"What form did it take?" Gandalf asked. "Like a bear?"
Bilbo furrowed his brows, confused how he knew that. "Y-yes, but bigger. Much bigger."
"You knew about this beast?" Bofur questioned, disbelief and slight rage on his face. Gandalf turned and walked a few steps away. "I say we double back."
"And be run down by a pack of Orcs?" Thorin scoffed.
"If we double back, we will only put ourselves in more danger." Ellaria dismissed, shaking her head. "The best path to take is forwards."
"There is a house." Gandalf interrupted. "It's not far from here, where we might, uh, take refuge."
Instantly, Thorin was unsure and not pleased. "Whose house? Are they friend or foe?"
"Neither." Gandalf looked at all of them. "He will either help us or. . . he will kill us."
Thorin tilted his head slightly, not liking the idea. "What choice do we have?"
