Ya'aburnee

Trolls

It was dark, by the time the stew was done, and Liv sat alone on a rock away from the group, sharpening her sword. She hadn't had to use it since January, but she cared for the blade more out of nervous habit. She glanced up as she watched Bofur hand two bowls to Bilbo, nodding his head in the direction of the ponies and Fili and Kili, the hobbit heading off in that direction. She set her sword on the rock beside her, crossing her legs and closing her eyes.

She breathed slowly in and out, anxiety mounting in her chest. Somehow it was easier when the orcs and other enemies sprung on her in surprise. But knowing there was to be a fight (and knowing that they would loose) made her stomach tighten up in knots, her fight or flight already kicking in. When the orcs just came at her, she had no time to think.

She overthought everything.

Fili rushed quickly into the camp, Thorin turning quickly to approach him. Fili said something to him quietly, and then Thorin gestured for the group to follow him. "Trolls in the forest. Come on, quietly." Liv slipped from the rock, holding her sword, joining Fili and Thorin near the front of the group as they rushed into the outskirts of the forest, Fili leading them.

Ahead of them, there was firelight through the trees, and Liv heard squealing and screeching, and then Kili calling out, "Drop him!"

"You wot?" A voice replied.

"I said: drop him."

Just as the hobbit came flying through the air, knocking Kili to the ground, the group reached the clearing, yelling out as they rushed upon the trolls, slicing and hacking and dodging.

The group quickly split up around the three trolls, who all squealed and cried out at the bite of iron on their legs and stomachs and heads. Occasionally, a troll would get ahold of one of the dwarves, but they were quickly overrun and ended up dropping them again to defend themselves.

"Get the sacks!" She heard one of the trolls cry out, "Stick 'em in the sacks!"

It was almost comedic, how the much smaller dwarves, hobbit, and one slightly less small human were running circles around the trolls, hurting them badly, although none were wounded dangerously. It took a lot to pierce through the hide of a troll. The group was clearly good at fighting together, and although Liv fought fairly well, she did not move as cohesively as the others. 

Suddenly, a yelp from Bilbo drew her attention, and she looked up to see two of the trolls holding Bilbo by his arms and legs.

She gulped worriedly, looking at the terrified face of her friend. "Bilbo!" Kili rushed forwards, but was held back by Thorin.

"No!"

One of the trolls spoke to the group, who were frozen in shock. "Lay down your arms... or we'll rip his off."

Thorin sighed heavily, stabbing the tip of his sword into the earth, signaling to the others that they should do the same. Olivia set her sword gently on the ground, the other dwarves now laying down their arms as well.

Quickly the trolls were upon them, and there was nothing they could do but wait to be put one by one into sacks and thrown into a pile. Half of the group were strung up over the fire, being turned and cooked alive.

She lay near the bottom of the pile, Fili, Gloin, and Kili on top of her, pressed face down into the dirt near Thorin. With all of their squirming, she was having a hard time righting herself, breathing in dust and choking on it. She twisted sharply, laying on her back, though still incredibly uncomfortable as she coughed out the dirt in her lungs.

"Don't bother cooking 'em. Let's just sit on 'em, and squash 'em into jelly." One of the trolls argued, even as they roasted them over the fire.

"They should be sautéed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage," Another of the trolls said.