Bilbo sat quietly,
thinking over his options.
One for life,
or one for death.
In the other room,
he heard a faint humming,
a distant tune.
Slowly,
words broke through.
A story flooded through,
the words that were sung.
The fire blazed brightly,
in the dark room.
Bilbo watched its life shine,
and figures emerged as he watched.
They told the story,
the dwarves sung,
people cried out,
with fear,
and sadness.
The dragon showed his fiery breath,
and the look of powered shone through its eyes.
They story continued,
till the song had stopped.
The dragon gave one roar,
which made Bilbo jump,
and left.
