Bilbo woke up, still dazed from his hard fall. Dwarfs and goblins were both gone, he was all alone in the dark and quiet tunnel. He crawled on all fours until he could regain his senses. He felt something cold and smooth, but it was no rock, it was a small ring. Without thinking he picked it up and placed it in his front pocket. He did not know it at the time, but this ring would forever change his luck. Down he went, further into the tunnel, to the very heart of the mountain.
