Gandalf chuckled, knowing that the young man would turn up. He put his pipe in his mouth as they heard. Soon enough they heard shouting behind them and Bilbo came out of the grass and he panted, holding his side. "I...I changed my mind...I will..." He had to stop to breath, Gandalf laughing as he watched. 

A man stood outside a town hall, two horses nearby. He had white/grey hair which was odd because he was a fairly young man. He had scars across his face and bright yellow eyes. He looked around and muttered "we have to get moving..." The doors opened and a hooded figure walked down the steps and he looked up at them. "Any luck?" The figure shook their and the warrior said "it's early still...maybe we will get lucky with the elves"