Dragoscales (EDITING!)

Trolls

" Bilbo, give this to the lads will you, it will keep your mind off things." Bofur say kindly and hands him steaming bowls of stew.Bilbo sighs and begins to walk towards the trees, I join him.

"Here, I will join you." I say and take a bowl. Kili and Fili are standing stone still, with their backs to us.

I frown and narrow my eyes at the brothers."Anything wrong? Kili? Kili?!" I growled

"There is a slight problem," Fili said

"We are supposed to be watching the poinies. There was sixteen..." Kili trailed off with a nervous chuckle.

"Now there are only fourteen." The golden haired dwarf finished for Kili

"Oh my gods! You two are worse than my aunt babysitting a cow!"

Kili grinned."Your aunt babysat a cow? Or was it you?"

I gorwled glaring at him."A warning little dwarf. I do not take kindly to joking especially when it is at as time of danger."

Kili gulped. Bilbo just stared, faced pale at the sight of  long fangs cutting into my chin.

"Wait. I see something."

A faint light drew us near, and Bilbo tripped over an uprooted tree as we came closer. Then we came to a rest staring at three large Mountain trolls.

"How are we going to get them back?" Bilbo asked last the same time as me

"We thought since you are our official burglar, you could get them back for us."

"B-but shouldn't we tell Thorin."

"Bad idea Bilbo. Thorin will be angry and is always angry for some apparent reason." I say seriously, knowing all to well the wrath of the great Thorin Oakenshield

Bilbo frowns and Kili encourages him, " don't worry, trolls are slow and stupid and your so small...they'll never see you!" he says while taking the bowl and pushing the poor Hobbit towards Fili

" if you run into any trouble hoot once like a barn owl and twice like a brown owl!" Fili says and takes his bowl. They head away from Bilbo, leaving me seething.

" Emmy? Are they right?" he asks I smile in what I try to make in a comforting way.

" Let's hope so." I whisper.

Bilbo and I crouch behind the fallen trees watching the ugly creatures complain about the food.

" Mutton yesterday, mutton today and blimey if it doesn't look mutton again tonight!" the largest one growls.

" These ain't sheep!" the one holding the horses laughs, " these is west nags!" he plops the horses in the makeshift corral.

" I don't like horse! Never have!" the. smaller one whines earning him a smack on the head by the 'cook.' He sneezes, blowing snot into the stew.

"Oh, look a floater!"

"It might improve the flavor!"

"Well there's more where that came from." the smaller troll said, preparing to do it again.

"Oh no you don't!" says the biggest one grabbing his face and pushing him away. I wrinkle my nose in disgust, I hate trolls. Bilbo crawls forward, towards the horses.

"Bilbo!"  I whisper," no!" 

he continues forward until he is up against the crude fencing, trying to undo an impossible knot. He seems to look around for a second and his eyes land on something behind the smaller troll...?Oh no......he tries to pull a long blade from the troll’s  hip. The troll stands and scratches himself and I see Bilbo between its legs, a disgusted look on his face. He is just about to grab at it again when the troll greabs his hankie....and Bilbo, and blows into it, screaming in shock at the sight of a olive being in his and.