The Edge Of the Wild (Hobbit fanfic)

Chapter 8: Troll Hoards and Wizards

Bilbos POV

"He wouldn't make more than a mouthful. Not when he's skinned and boned.
Perhaps there's more burglar Hobbit around these parts. Might be enough for a pie."
The largest troll tried to make a grab of me back I managed to duck out if the way.

"Grab him!"

"He's too quick."

He made another swipe for me but this time I wasn't as lucky
Right. Come here, you little...Gotcha! Are there any more of you little fellas hiding where you shouldn't?"
I shook my head furiously
But they weren't convinced

"He's lying."

"No, I'm not!" I retorted back to them which only annoyed them more

"Hold his toes over the fire. Make him squeal!"
They lowered me down when suddenly Kili came running out of the bushes and sliced a trolls leg.

"Drop him!" He shouted at the, his face lit with delight

"You what?"

"I said...drop him." They threw me so I landed right on top of him. Suddenly entire company except for Gandalf came running through the woods slashing the trolls to pieces. I managed to find another blade and cut the ponies free before suddenly being lifted up again by all three of the trolls.

"Bilbo!" I heard Ulaalsia yell at me. I felt the trolls grip getting tighter on my arms and legs.

"Lay down your arms...or we'll rip his off!" I shook my head at the company but Thorin looked like didn't seem to care about me but I was surprised when he threw his sword down. Soon everyone's weapons were on the ground and soon everyone was in sacks.

Ulaalsias POV

The trolls had tied us up in sacks and had placed some of us in a pile uncomfortably in top of one another. I had Ori to one side of me and Thorin on my other side. The rest of the dwarves were being slow cooked on an open fire which was blazing high. The trolls had started an argument, trying to figure out how to cook us.
"Don't bother cooking them. Let's just sit on them and squash them into jelly." The youngest one thought but the other two shook their heads.

"They should be sauted and grilled with a sprinkle of sage." The tallest and probably the fattest troll suggested. The other two nodded.

"That does sound quite nice."

I heard several threats coming from the dwarves that were rolling round beside me and some shouts from the fire.

"Never mind the seasoning. We ain't got all night. Dawn ain't far away. Let's get a move on. I don't fancy being turned to stone."

I suddenly saw Gandalf passing through the bushes. I made eye contact with me and put a finger to his lips then pointed to a large rock that blocked out any light. I nodded and I somehow managed to get myself upright.

"Wait! You are making a terrible mistake." They stopped and walked over to me.

"You can't reason with them. They're half-wits!" I heard Kili shouted from underneath me. I looked at him and I found myself standing in his chest. Fili turned and looked at him.

"Half-wits? What does that make us?" I stopped myself from giggling at him.

"I meant with the seasoning."

One of the trolls bent down to my eye level which must be been hard for him seeing as I'm very short.

"What about the seasoning?"

I chuckled knowing exactly what I was going to say. "Well, have you smelt them? You're gonna need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up."