The wind rustled with the cold nigh time breeze. It was hard to tell if the leaves moved with the wind or something else forest was dark and just off in the distance a small fire could be seem, and the sound of commotion drifted all around the lonely sound was of shouting dwarves and of the crashing of feet. Fili and Kili could be seen darting through the trees, but they were unsure of the direction to head. So they just seemed to follow the sounds of footsteps and the unusual patterns in the wind.

The small hobbit carried on running as fast as his feat could carry him. Despite being invisible, he could still be heard, and when morning came, he would cast a shadow. Bilbo looked behind him to see the two athletic, young dwarves chasing him. He knew he had to lose them, he couldn't be caught. He also needed to persuade the dwarves to head back to camp where they could remain safe and away from danger.

All difficult tasks until Bilbo had a brilliant idea. Now you see Bilbo couldn't lose them or let him be seen ; So he grabbed the leaves with his hands as he ran, making large amounts of noise as he did allowed the dwarves to have something to follow. Bilbo lucky was a good five minuets ahead of them now so he had time to slow his pace. The hobbit was not as athletic as the young dwarves.

The quick river rippled down the middle of the pathway. Bilbo stopped and quickly ripped his waistcoat off him and hung it from a tree above. It occurred to Bilbo they might of got closer so he peered over a large bolder and still saw them slightly up the hill he had just heart pounded. He continued. He tor of some parts of his trousers and dangled them over the edge into the river. Last but not least he balanced the sting across his palm, and after closing his eyes to handle the pain, he slashed down the centre. He got a trickle of blood and rubbed it on the waistcoat hanging above him.

Bilbo screamed slightly as he didn't cope well with wanted to leave but he couldn't. He ached and he was hyperventilating. Fili and Kili were less than two minuets away. So hastily he did what was necessary. A large echoing scream travelled in the forest. Fili and Kili momentarily paused then quickened their pace to follow the direction of the noise.

They arrived at a feirce river that crossed the path. Laying there was traces of Bilbos clothes, blood smeared all across them. Traces of these clothes in a slight bloodstained river, and laid on the side was a red tarnished sting, Bilbos most prized possession (other than the ring of course).
Kili let out a cry that mimicked Bilbo's, while Fili paced nervously looking around the area. "The little guy couldn't last half an hour on his own." Kili wept.

"Probably a wild boar." Fili stated

"Or.. a goblin?" Kili gulped

"NO, it couldn't be!"

Fili grabbed Kili and lead him back to either needed to inform the dwarves of the death, or at least tell them that his injuries were probably to great, and he would die. Wherever he was. They took the blood stained sting for proof.

Bilbo felt his heart drop as he appeared from behind one of the trees. He slipped the ring into his pocket when he saw the dwarves were far enough away. Bilbo again had to hold tears back. He already missed the dwarves and Gandalf. He was a coward in their eyes now. Not to mention his out of character exit. He could never show his face if he wanted to. He was meant to kill himself but he didn't even have the courage to do that. Maybe he could sneak away and just allow them to believe he was dead? He wouldn't be in Thorins life, so neither the dragons vision if he did so.

This certainly was not the emotional journey he had planned on. Bilbo had got too attached to everyone, and he had hopped for at least a more honourable, fictional death. Bilbo needed to try and make it back to his hobbit hole, but he would never enjoy it if he didn't get back in one walked slightly away from the horrible scene that in the days to come would haunt him. His clothes ripped, and he was completely defenceless. Not even a sword to guide the way home.