Aeonian [Legolas]

7

Looming figures donning such great mass were nothing short of intimidating. With the way they moved... one step could squash three Dwarves until they were nothing more than a flattened disk. But Viridis easily danced between the legs of the massive beasts of whom the weapons themselves belonged, maneuvering this way and that, arms flourishing as he caught the underside and inner parts of the Trolls' legs and thighs.

The Elf moved so quickly not a one of the Trolls had the chance nor brain to enclose him in one of the grubby palms in time, and so- they suffered. One after another, stagnant, sporadic, or sometimes even synchronized, the rest of the Dwarves and Hobbit unleashed their fury, war calls never ceasing as grunts and cries took to the air. They all had their weapons, long swords, daggers of varying lengths, bow and arrows, clubs, or even just rocks; anything that would dissuade the Trolls for long enough until it provided them a feasible means of escape or until they all lay dead before them, the latter of which was largely unlikely.

But that fact didn't seem to settle with any of the members of the party as they continued on bravely. Viridis among them didn't even slow to let his mind consider the inconsequentiality of their actions as he weaved this way and that in such a way that may have been considered an idle stroll if it weren't for the utilization of his blades and the Trolls that had the pleasure of experiencing the aforementioned.

Viridis tugged Bofur away by the collar of his coat. An act that would send the Dwarf stumbling to the ground but also an act that saved him from getting squashed like a pumpkin. Viridis stashed the Twins in their holsters in order to free a hand and offer it to Bofur in offering. The Dwarf accepted and pulled himself up, face ready to resume a pursuit of ill-mannered war falling short in an instant when he saw the change in tides.

Viridis felt his lips press together and eyebrows draw close as he stood to his full height and turned around as well. All the Dwarves had ceased their battles and now stood frozen beside Viridis, faces grim and hands clutching onto their weapons like they were their lifelines. And a moment later, Viridis saw why.

There, Bilbo Baggins was, strung up all limbs stretched outward and help by each of the trolls and their malevolent grubby grips.

"Bilbo!" Kili called out, making to move forward only to be held back by everyone.

"Lay down your arms... or we'll rip his off." One of the Trolls threatened.

Viridis glowered as he raised a brow and looked through the hair that was shrouding his vision at Thorin. As much as the two didn't have the best of relationships, the Dwarf was still their leader and right now, he decided their next moves. And those next moves were hollowing.

The Mori Twins hit the ground with a resounding thud as he followed suit, Elvish blades hitting the cold earth joining Thorin's own Dwarven steel sword. In a chain reaction, the rest of the company let their weapons fall too.

There was no place on the whole of Middle Earth that they could travel to in which the next sequence of events was anything short of unreservedly horrid.

But what other choice did they have?

With bitter reluctance, Viridis watched as the Dwarves did as instructed, gathered sacks stashed in the corner as if by some chance the Trolls knew this was going to happen and stepped inside. Drawing the neck of the sack up until their chins, they awaited begrudgingly as Viridis tied the final knot that would hold them still. He was considerably loose with it and shielded his body between the Trolls and the Dwarves as he did so.

When he had finished and went to ask humorlessly if the Trolls wished him on the burning pier or in a sack meant for multitudes of rice rather than living creatures, the Trolls just jeered; a sickening smile spreading across their unevenly stretched faces.