Adventures of The Sad, Broken, and Happy (Hobbit Fan Fiction)

Chapter 16 Trolls

Allie

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"Come on." Fili grabs my arm and we all run closer to the troll camp. We quickly duck behind trees as a huge troll walks by, carrying two of the ponies.

"He's got Myrtle and Minty! I think they're gonna eat them, we have to do something," Bilbo whisper yells.

"Yes, you two should. Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you're so small. They'll never see you," Kili urges.

"Us? Us? No. No. No." Bilbo shakes his head rapidly and grabs my arm in a instinctive move.

"Us of course I'll give it a go," I say carelessly and shrug.

"It's perfectly safe!" Kili persists with attention to Bilbo.

"We'll be right behind you. If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl," Fili tells us then shoves the both of us forward.

"Twice like a barn owl, hoot twice like a brown...hoots like a...like a... Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?" Bilbo wonders and turns but they are gone.

"Bilbo you don't have to do this, I can handle it," I vow in all seriousness.

"No I'll help best I can," Bilbo gulps loudly and smiles weakly.

"Mutton yesterday, mutton today. And blimey, if it don't look like mutton again tomorrow," a troll, whose face screams William, gripes. Bilbo and I creep closer to the crude looking roped off corral the ponies are in.

"Quit your gripping. These ain't sheep! These is West nags!" a troll, who I'm going to call Bert, snaps.

"Oh! I don't like horse. I never have. Not enough fat on them," a troll, I've decided is Tom, complains.

"Well, it's better than a leathery ol' farmer. All skin and bone he was. I'm still pickin' bits of him out o' me teeth," William grumbles and shrugs. Suddenly Tom sneezes right into the cauldron over the fire causing me to jump ever so slightly.

"Well, that's lovely, that is. A floater," Bert mumbles, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Oh! Might improve the flavor!" William exclaims and I gag.

"Ah! There's more where that came from," Tom offers about to sneeze. But Bert slaps him and grabs his nose. Using the distraction Bilbo and I try to undo the knot holding the rope.

"Oh, no you don't!" Bert hisses.

"Oww! Oww!" Tom whines.

"Sit down!" Bert orders. Tom does as he is told and sneezes, this time into his handkerchief.

"Well...I hope you're gonna gut these nags? I don't like the stinky parts," Tom wishes. Bert hits Tom over the head.

"Oww," Tom grumbles.

"This isn't going to work," I whisper.

"Well where are your knives?" Bilbo asks.

"Grace is sharpening them," I answer and Bilbo rolls his eyes.

"I'm starving, are we having horse tonight or what?" William demands.

"Shut your cake hole! You'll eat what I'll give ya!" William growls. "How come he's the cook? Everything tastes the same, everything tastes like chicken."

"Except the chicken," Tom points out grabbing his handkerchief again. When he moved the handkerchief it revealed a large knife underneath.

"That!" I point. "I'll get it."