As have I. Winged barbarians, and wild beasts. Nothing I should like to encounter, given the choice.

[He looked out the window, eyes narrowed at the frosted glass. This little village was no safer than the place they'd left, he knew. Beneath that exterior, there was a palpable sense of menace, and he shuddered slightly.]

No, Bilbo. The more I think on this, the less and less I like our situation.