Dungeons Deep

Three Trolls and a Necklace

Hello, my fellow Wattpad! I've finally updated again. Anyway, here is Chapter Five, and I hope you like it, because it kept on deleting so I had to rewrite it again and again! I quite like this chapter, I think it strays a little from the movie into Amariel's own plot a bit more, and works on her relationship with the other characters, especially Bilbo. So please comment, as I love to hear from you, and please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or any of the characters, only Amariel and some insignificant others.

Chapter Five: Three Trolls and A Necklace

APOV

Night had washed over the company's camping ground with a dark shade of navy blue merged with indigo. Amariel sat quietly on her log like she had been for the last five hours since the company arrived there. She kept on rewinding the experience with the tree branch in her head. it seemed to mean something, but what? All the dwarves were ignoring her now, probably because of her harsh outburst at their leader, but still, she couldn't help but not regret her words to him; she thought that he needed to hear them. Bilbo was the only one who appeared to be acting ordinarily toward her, and she was happy for that, as the young hobbit had provided rather good company for her. Still, Mithrandir had not returned from his 'walk', and Amariel naturally began to worry about her friend. Usually, she wouldn't mind too much, but he had been gone for a fair amount of time.

"Here's your soup, elf," Oin said, shoving the wooden bowl of soup into her arms. A wave of sadness came over her as she listened to his hostile words. She didn't fully understand why the two races of elves and dwarves disliked each other so much. What had she ever done to them? She nodded her head in thanks, but Oin had already turned away and was walking back to his brother. Amariel swallowed down a spoonful of the soup Bombur had prepared for them, but after another few spoons, she found she wasn't really hungry. Placing her bowl next to her, she overheard Bilbo talking to Bofur.

"He's been a long time," commented the hobbit, trying to sound casual, but Amariel could hear the concern in his voice.

"Who?" Bofur said, without showing any unsettlement at all.

"Gandalf,"

"He's a wizard! He does what he chooses," replied the dwarf easily, then handed Bilbo two bowls of soup. "Here, do us a favour, take this to the lads." She watched as Bilbo accepted the bowls and began to walk away to where Fili and Kili were looking after the ponies. The She-elf sighed, stood up, and began to walk away from the company.

"Oi! Where are you going?" Bofur shouted out. She paused in her footsteps and spun around on her heel.

"I'm going to find my friend, Master dwarf! I shouldn't be long, I hope," I replied, muttering the last part, and went on my way down the chartreuse green slope. As the company's camp fire became only a small flickering flame in the distance, Amariel was surprised to find herself relieved. Dwarves could be entertaining companions, but after a while, Amariel didn't think she could put up with all their hatred and offish behaviour toward her. Finally, she was free, and could breathe in the fresh, cool breeze that played with her blonde locks.

"Now, Mithrandir, where oh where can you be," She muttered, searching her surroundings for any signs of the wizard. Although Amariel had know Mithrandir for many ages, she still felt sometimes that she didn't know him at all; the wizard was not the most predictable of sorts.

After about an hour, Amariel found herself wandering blindly around in the wilderness. She knew that she was not lost, as she could see the faint dot of light coming from the farmstead. On her left was open grass plains, with scattered trees and bushes, and lots of small hills; that was the way Thorin's company had came. However, on he right, there was a thick forest, with more lanky trees there than ground. It reminded Amariel a little bit of her forest that she had lived in for so many years, and, for the first time, she felt a sudden pang of homesickness. Her eyes lingered on the forest for a few minutes before she realized something wasn't right. Something in the forest wasn't right. There was a revolting stench flowing freely from out of the trees—but it wasn't natural, in fact, it was unnatural. Sh decided to head into the forest and investigate the terrible smell. As she entered the dark, cold forest, the smell worsened and she realized that only three creatures could make a smell that bad and those were trolls, orcs, and goblins, and the first one sounded the most probable. But what were trolls doing this far down from the mountains? She then heard hoarse mutterings so began to run toward them. Odd twigs and branches snagged her cheeks and arms as she dashed through the flora. Soon she could hear the noises grow louder and more thuggish, signalling that she had reached her destination. She hid behind a cluster of bushes and listened in to the uncivilized conversation.