Kili kept a hold of the reigns, relieved that his godmother might rest her leg. The horses were taller than ponies, and the help from her was appreciated. The company traveled a few hours until they arrived at a forested area. Unlike the rest of the foliage, everything within the entry appeared withered and dead.

“This forest feels...sick, as if a disease lies upon it." Bilbo was uneasy, and he looked to Gandalf in hopes of him coming up with another route. "Is there no way around?”

Kili wasn't liking the looks of this, either. The woods were dark, and the trees were too close together to allow a horse through such a tight space. "This isn't like our forest, is it?" The youngest questioned Saeril lowly, referring to her home and the woods of his childhood.