"Incineration?", Bilbo paled. "Oh, aye, he’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye", Bofur informed him in a slur. Bilbo tries to take all this in. "You alright, laddie?" "Huh? Yeah, I fe…", he trailed off as he looks to be catching his breath. "I feel a bit faint" "Think furnace, with wings" "I…I…I need air" "Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! You’re nothing more than a pile of ash!" Bilbo thinks for a moment, then looks over at the dwarves. "No", he simply said before he collapsed to the ground.