Okakenshield's Thirteen

Caught

September 7th 6:00 pm 2012

When Bilbo woke up his head was hurting and his mind in a daze. Some thing was restricting his movements. Hand cuff his legs were bond as well. He was in a cold dark room no windows the only thing that provided light was a dim yellow Glow from a stair well at the other end of the room. "Thorin he's awake," a deep voice rumbled from some dark corner of the room where Bilbo could not see who was there. But he knew he was in for some trouble if these were the Durins and they knew that Smaug had reached out to him. The sound of heavy foot steps sounded from the door way. The silhouette of the man looming in to the room, in a foreboding fashion. At that moment Bilbo realized what could happen to him down here tied to a old wooden chair. It panicked him to think about it. His palms began to sweat as the shadow melted into the others in the dark damp cold room. He could be be beaten to death or starved and put under the foundation of a building, or dumped in a river or the ocean! He was pulled from his thoughts when the figure stepped in front of him. Big shoulders tall and menacing. "so this is the bugler?" He asks the other man in the room. Foot steps sounded and stopped directly behind Bilbo. It didn't help Bilbos panicked state he found him self becoming more unnerved by the minute. "Aye that's him" the deep voice rumbled again.