Prompt #4: Fire and Stone

I feel the wind rushing through my feathers. The wizard Mithrandir had urged me and my brethren on this mission.

"Venture into Mordor" He had said "Find them."

And here we were; soaring though the black skies, flying towards the great mountain, that was now belching fire and ash.

"They'll be there if anywhere" Added one of the wizard's companions.

My eyes scanned the rocky landscape, searching for the Halflings.

Not long ago I was engaging those hideous Fell Beasts over the black gate of Morannon. Then they left. We were wondering where they had flew off to with such haste, when the mountain, the gargantuan backdrop for the battle, exploded.

I see something. Two fatigued hobbits, lying on an outcrop of hard, black rock, fire all around them. I notify my brothers of this but they seem to already of noticed. We swoop in and scoop up the two exhausted hobbits in our talons, and as we fly away, into the sunset, I think to myself.

Do I know the name Baggins?