As Kili enjoyed the view, the fresh air, the beauty and the moment with his God-mother. He smiled as he listened to her talk about her gifts and flying. He then looked excited, at the thought of flying with her one day. "Really? You'd take me?" he smiled "That'd be wonderful."

He felt her stiffen beside him, and he looked concerned "What is it, Delva?" he asked. Kili held onto her, as she flew down with him...as his feet touched the ground. He kept with the group, as they rushed away from their current spot.

"I can't take this." Bilbo said, as Gandalf handed him the sword. "I've never used a sword in my life." Bilbo told Gandalf, before all the mess broke out. But young Bilbo seemed a little in a world of his own for a few moments. He examined the elvish sword. When he looked behind him, he saw everyone running off. He run off after everyone...the sword in his hands.

Loud rustling, came from the bushes. An un kept man, on a sledge led by many Hares....stopped in front of them yelling. "Thieves! Fire...Burning!" 

Bilbo and the Dwarves looked at each other, then at the strange man. Clearly confused.