Out of the Frying Pan, and Into the Fire

Hallo! It's been a couple of days since I have either read, or written, so here I am, back at last. 


Bilbo has squeezed his way out of the goblin passages, and has rejoined the group. (Much to the astonishment of  his dwarfish companions.) Anyway, night falls and the fifteen of them are sitting having nothing for dinner, when a few wolves turn up, or actually, wargs.  The wargs, (and the goblins riding them) chase the group up trees. 
A song ensues. Naturally. 

Fifteen birds in five fir trees

This is the only torture that these evil creatures can think of? Singing? Well, I'm not surprised... Tolkien may be brilliant at coming up with stories, but he should never have ventured into songwriting. Oh yeah, that's right. They set fire to the trees as well... that's better.

THE EAGLES ARE COMING! THE EAGLES ARE COMING!

You're all familiar with this line, I'm sure. But here they come, swooping among the trees, and plucking the "fifteen birds" from their perches. Woohoo! But sadly thankfully, they do not make a meal of the companions, as they are friends with Gandalf.. (surprise surprise)

Soon the eagles will deposit the group in Queer Lodgings.