Hobbit, Drabbled, The
6. Out of the frying pan into the fire
The sinking sun sends shadows ahead, the mountains behind. Bilbo, alone, wanders sorrowing, till quiet voices reveal dwarven friends. Gandalf he hears, defending his choice – and then does the burglar startle the doubters! Histories exchanged (some less than honest: the Ring still secret), the dwarves are impressed.
Now journeying on, footsore and hungry, they hear the wolves howl.
“Escaping goblins to be caught by wolves!” our hero cries.
Trees are their sanctuary while the Wargs muster, with fizzling fireworks to frighten their foes. Then goblins gather, fanning flames inwards. Down swoop the Eagles, poor Bilbo nearly left behind once more.
Now journeying on, footsore and hungry, they hear the wolves howl.
“Escaping goblins to be caught by wolves!” our hero cries.
Trees are their sanctuary while the Wargs muster, with fizzling fireworks to frighten their foes. Then goblins gather, fanning flames inwards. Down swoop the Eagles, poor Bilbo nearly left behind once more.
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