A HUNTED HOBBIT: Bingo Bolger-Baggins
I'm no closer to getting back to the Shire, and once again, I make the cold ground my bed. I managed to make my escape from Smaug's lair along with Merry
, one of Samwise's sons, of all hobbits to run into in a dragon's lair. His human lover, Prince Erchirion of Dol Amroth, awaited us with a mount to ride back to his home.
I was hoping that would be the next to last leg of my journey, but those hopes were dashed when I learned that Erchi had answered a call from King Gilgalad
seeking my whereabouts. Of all the damned luck! But if the House of Finwe is seeking me throughout Arda, where indeed will I find safety?
So, I had to give the lads the slip
; no use leading them into danger, and I'm now a danger to all who would accompany me.
I am now a hunted hobbit, and I fear I may never sleep in a soft bed again. So now I'm in the foothills of Dor-en-Ernil, without even a shirt to my name. But this time I have a sword, at least. Still, I have no idea where I should go now. Why is life so full of trials?