I was walking through the woods, when a pack of wolves attacked me. I only had my dagger with me, and I wasn’t prepared. I turned, and stabbed one, but was easily overtaken by the two others. I thought it was over, when I heard strong voices coming down the road. ”HELP!” I shouted. I heard the voices go quiet, and then heard a rough voice say, “Kili.” An arrow whizzed into one wolf’s side and it fell. The other ran away, but left me with a gash in my side. I heard lots of footsteps, and saw blue eyes and chocolate hair above me. ”Lass, are you hurt?” the strong voice asked. I lifted my hand from the cut and the eyes became troubled. He put one and behind my knees, one under my back, and lifted me up. ”We have to get back to Hobbiton. We aren’t far and she’s in danger.” He hurried me out of the woods, staring into my eyes, keeping me alive the whole time.