Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 9 : The Dawn Will Take You

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

The troll attempted to throw me off, but I scrambled round his neck. My legs squeezing onto its neck. Trying to strangle it to death. I glance at the dwarves who are probably in shock that i've jumped onto a disgusting creature like a troll (that i have never killed before).

"Woah! Look at Cas!" Kili says in a excited manner.

I take my sword from its sheath and I put it to its neck. But as I'm about to slit the throat, it's grabs me by my fur shoulder wrap and throws me to the soil. The earth is moist and the soil in between my fingertips is pure lushous. My head is banging with infuriating pain, i hit a rock. Moaning, I put my hand on the pain to ease the throbbing. It was like I was carrying an unwanted weight. My head rises to see two of the three trolls holding Bibo of what I call hostage.

"Drop your arms! Or we'll rip his off!" One of the trolls ordered. The dwarves surrendered.

I was the last one to get put in a sack. The troll with the wispy apron grabbed my ankle on hang upside down. "This ain't no dwarf!" He exclaims. I feel the blood rushing to my head. My braids are showing their length as I was being held upside down. Considerably long. In my opinion anyways.

"What?" Another troll questions, the one with the overalls

"Put her in a sack like everyone else," said the troll the one that threw to the ground.

I was motionless. He must of thrown hard if I felt a sudden rush of fatigue, I couldn't let him win. What was I doing? I just let him put me into sack.

Unbelievable.

After being disarmed from my weapons and being thrown onto a pile of dwarves; that weren't being cooked alive, rolling off them and landing next to Thorin. He looked at me. "Are you ok? Have you seen your head?"

"Why?" I say. Was my head shaped weird? Or was something wrong with it? I mean hurt after being thrown off a troll.

"Well."

"Well?"

"It's bleeding," He explains, "Did you not know?"

"So you do care. That nice,'" I retort back to him. Beginning to struggle by wriggling in my sack.

"What are you doing?" The king under the mountain picked one's brain. My brain.

"I have a knife," I breath trying to grab it, "Under my corset."

"Can you get it?"

"What do you think I'm been trying to do?" I retort back again. This Dwarf was so impatient. Unbelievably impatient.

Turns out that the hobbit was distracting the half-witted trolls the entire time. I turn to Thorin who seems to be focusing the hobbit as well.

"Thorin?" I say whispering gently.

"What?" Sharply he says. Wasn't the tone of voice I was looking for.

"I have problem," I made known to Thorin that I had a problem. Which I did.

"What do you mean? Hissed the King under the Mountain, directly at me. His eyes piercing with Smaug's fire. Such rage and loss fulfilled them.

"My corset's too tight," I exposed. Feeling consume with shame. I hear Thorin moan and grunt. That's it, if Bilbo can't distract the trolls then what are we to do. Then I tuned into the conversation with the Hobbit and the trolls.

"What about the seasoning?" The troll with wispy apron questions.

"Well have you smelt them? You're going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up," Bilbo gives a statement.

"Excuse me, but I think smell perfectly fine!" I argue.

One of the trolls glared of me with if scrunched up nose and its wonky teeth. So crooked it was like a master of town that had just been elected. I think my natural smell is as soft and as sweet as a rosey pink iris flower back when I was an actual elf of course. Now i dont know what its like. Probably secrets. Lots and lots of secrets.

"What do you know about cooking dwarf?" Said the troll who was rotating the rest of the company. Cooking them alive.

"Shut up! let the burglar-hobbit talk," Interrupted the other troll with the apron.

"The secret to cooking dwarf is..." Bilbo stuttered. He making it up, he's passing time.

"Yes,"

"Uh.."

"Come on!" The troll demanded.

"Yes I'm telling you the secret. The is secret to...Skin them first!"

My jaw dropped and my mouth form the letter 'o'. What was he doing? Trying to kill us? I was shocked he said that. The dwarves squirmed and squealed desperately.

"Get me filleting knife!" The troll ordered

"What a load of rubbish! I've eaten plenty with their skins on, scoff I say., boots and all!" The troll interrupted, the one that threw me to the ground.

"He's right, Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf," Says the stupid troll.

He walks over to the pile of dwarfs and grabs Bombur vigorously. The dwarf was terrified. As he was hung over the troll's foul mouth. "Nice and crunchy!"

"No! Not that one, He infected!" Bilbo crys out.

"You what?"

"He got worms in his tubes," The troll let goes out Bombur in disgust. "In fact there all have, they're infested with parasites. "It's a terrible business. I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't."

Do I have parasites? In my tubes? I hope not.

"We don't have parasites!" Kili and Oin argue back. I hear Bilbo say in disappointment.

After the dwarves were squabbling, Thorin nudged Kili and Oin. They stopped for a moment. A very shaky moment as Kili, Oin and the company was in sacks looked at Thorin and back the trolls.

"I got parasites as big as my arms!" Shouts Oin.

"My are the biggest parasites, I've got huge parasites!" Kili roared.

I couldn't help but to giggled just a little. Passing time. Thorin glances at me as if he wanted me to say something. I look at him back.

"I've parasites the size of both my legs!" I yell at the trolls.

I see the trolls become agitated with fury and fire. "What would you have us do then? Let them all go?"

"Well..." Bilbo smirks.

"You think I don't what you're up to. This little ferret is taking us for fools!"

"Ferret?" Bilbo questions seeming somewhat offended by the statement. And here I thought trolls were stupid, slow and extremely half-witted. Then in sudden change of event. Gandalf appears.

"The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf says in a rather enchanting and majestic voice.

"Who thats?"

"No idea..."

"Can we eat him too?"

The rock the Gandalf was standing on was split into two with his magical staff. Letting beams of the rising sun shine onto the trolls.

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Hey Guys! I dont really like how this chapter turned out. But I might not be able to update in the next couple of weeks because I have even more exams...

Bye MOTHER-TRRUCKERS