Silence a Kili love story

Chapter 5: Surviving Trolls

A/N: Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy! Thanks to all you have read and voted. The picture above is Falathiel's new sword

Chapter Five Surviving Trolls

Falathiel's POV

The next morning had rolled around and Thorin didn't seem to be annoyed with me for having stayed with him through the night. Once he was awake I went to start saddling the horses and the ponies. It wasn't long before the others were up and about and I was watching the sky turn blue from the other pale colors that stained it at the moment. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I pulled an apple out of my bag. I turned to see Thorin. "Thank you," he said. I nodded and smiled at him. I held out the apple, offering him some breakfast. This time he took it.

He nodded to me and I smiled and turned to finish tacking up my horse. As I was tacking up I felt a hand pull on the hem of my shirt. I turned to look and saw Bilbo. I smiled at him and bent down to his level. "Will you teach me your language?" he asked. I smiled the biggest smile I could remember smiling in a while and nodded pulling him into a hug. He was the first to ask and I was more than happy to teach him. Of course my brothers would have to help.

For the next several hours while riding Fili, Kili, and I taught Bilbo my language, first teaching him to spell then moving on to the basics like greetings. He learned quite quickly and seemed to enjoy learning it. Late in the afternoon an hour before sunset we stopped, making the camp in the ruins of an old house. I could still smell burning wood, as though this house had been burned just hours ago.

I dismounted and walked over to the frame of what looked to be the kitchen. I put my hand on the wood and it was warm. There was the scent of something else. Like orcs but stronger and more vile. Trolls, mountain trolls to be exact, but what would mountain trolls being doing so far south? I whined softly, but this wasn't a comforting sound or one of concern. It was a sound of fear. I felt a hand on my back and turned to see Kili. "What is it?" he asked.

"Trolls," I signed my hands shaking slightly. He then turned to his uncle who ordered him and his brother to watch over the ponies. I don't know if they tried to warn him or not but Gandalf stormed off. My guess was he and Thorin were butting heads again, as always. I knew better than to try to warn Thorin, he probably wouldn't be able to understand me anyway, more than that he wouldn't listen to me. I grabbed my horse and a few other ponies and followed my brothers to a paddock at the foot of the hill.

We untacked the horses and ponies and turned them loose. I knew I would have to keep a close eye on them with trolls on the loose. I chose to sit on the fence and every few minutes I would walk the paddock and do a head count on our steads. As the stars came out I could smell soup and it was getting stronger, someone was bringing dinner down to us. I walked towards the hill as my brothers counted the ponies and horses this time.

Bilbo was coming down and he carried three bowls with him that had steam rising from them. He stopped between my brothers and they started talking, but seemed to be worried about something. I did a quick count on the mounts, three were missing. Trolls. My brothers moved away from the paddock and I followed. Both of them were strong warriors but two dwarves were no match for a fully grown mountain troll.

Bilbo too followed us, carrying the soup. When we reached a clearing with a fire my fears were confirmed. Three, three fully grown mountain trolls were gathered around a large fire with several of our mounts in an enclosure behind them. I told Bilbo to go tell Thorin, I knew my brothers wouldn't listen to me. This was too much for two dwarves, an elf who thought herself a dwarf, and an inexperienced hobbit. He quickly left, leaving the soup behind for us and so that he could easily run back to camp. I then turned to my brothers and told them to stay put unless I gave them the signal. I was going to see if I could get our steeds out one by one.

They nodded, though reluctantly. I silently as I could, or at least I hoped I was silent as I moved around to the enclosure. The horses whined and I did my best to quiet them, wishing I could speak the tongue of my former people. Suddenly the area was stormed by the rest of the company. If I could have I would have yelled at them. I couldn't free the horses now, they would bolt. The dwarves fought quite bravely but all of them, including Bilbo ended up in sacks, stripped of their clothes.

Gandalf was still gone and I had no way to call him. There was no time for me to try to find him; it was up to me to free my kin. I crawled on my stomach over to Thorin and put my hand over his mouth so he wouldn't shout. He jumped at my touch and looked at me. I put my finger to my lips telling him to be quiet. He nodded and turned away from me as I backed up into the shadows, drawing my bow and arrow. I shot one troll in the eye, killing him.

I fired another arrow, killing a second troll. The sun was starting to rise and the third troll was yelling and stomping around. Whatever he was saying I wasn't sure but it was probably fear induced. Suddenly a huge rock fell into the clearing the dwarves were in and the sun filtered in, turning the last breathing troll to stone and the two dead ones as well. Gandalf was back, thank heavens for that.

I immediately started cutting dwarves free of their bags while Gandalf freed those over the fire. Those that I freed starting hugging me and thanking me. For some of them this was the first that they had even acknowledged me. When I felt a tap on my shoulder I turned to see Gandalf. "Well done my dear," he said. I nodded and turned back to see the dwarves getting dressed. I started walking off, these trolls could not move in daylight, just like all trolls. There had to be a cave nearby, and a big one at that. I followed my nose and I could sense the rest of the company following me.

The cave was easy enough for me to find, given my better eyesight and it smelled worse than when I had been in the clearing. I could barely breathe it was so bad, but curiosity got the better of me and I went in. Gold littered the floor like leaves, cobwebs hung from everywhere like drapes, and the smell clung in the air like death. I paid no mind to the gold, having no interest in it. I was more interested in the weapons in barrels.

They were beautifully crafted and not by men or dwarves and certainly not by any troll. I chose a quiver full of arrows and a sword. I also picked some stuff for my brothers. I took them both outside to start cleaning them. My brothers came over to my side to see what I had. I pulled out two throwing knives for Fili and a new bow for Kili with a quiver smaller than the one I had chosen. His was old, tattered and falling apart.

They both hugged me, excited to have some new weaponry. Once mine was clean I strapped my new weapons onto my body. Soon a few dwarves and the wizard came out. Gandalf handed Bilbo a short blade that was perfect for him. Moments later the brown wizard came out of the brush on a sled pulled by rabbits.