Was I ready for this? I wanted the answer to be yes, I wanted it so badly. But I knew deep down in my heart that I wasn't ready. I had no choice, whether I wanted it or not I had no choice on going. I could only hope that I would come back alive, and what then? What would happen if I came back? I had no home, no one to go to! That wasn't the worst of my problems at the moment. I was to go and try to help the dwarves get back their homeland. And no one knew whether or not I would come back alive, and healthy. There was no getting around it. I had to go. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hobbit characters, places, or creatures unless I say otherwise. This is just a fanfiction, made for mine and others amusement.