#iwasonceaking

Darkness. Bilba was trying to hold in her breath as she heard screams around her. She wanted to scream and cry. The chest was small and airless. The poor woman was close to suffocating. And truth be told she wished she would pass out at this moment.

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was sitting silently next to a fiance she hated, on his ship, traveling across the Caribbean. She felt like an object, but now that she thought of it she would gladly go back to those times. And then suddenly a man reported that a ship was approaching. A pirate ship. Panic spread across the crew, as everyone prepared for the attack and Bilba seemed to be forgotten. Terrified she run into her fiance room and hid in the chest.

And here she was holding her breath. Trying not to scream as the chest was suddenly lifted. She was being taken somewhere. This was going to be the end of her life. But she would not cry, she thought. She would keep her head high and die like a Lady should.

Bilbo scrambled over to Thorin’s side, staring without comprehending at the blood that was pooled around the dwarf.  This could not be happening. They’d come so far, overcome so much. This couldn’t be how it ended!

"No, no, no, no, no," Bilbo whimpered as he pressed his hand against the wound in a futile attempt to do something to aid his friend.  "No, Thorin, you can’t die. Not like this. We’ve taken the Mountain! You have your people to rule…Oh no, please…"