Right, so this is my first fanfic and it would really help if you would R&R! I will try and update ASAP, but will probably be once a week. So much is going on in school now! Thanks XD
Disclaimer: i do not own any characters, they belong to JRR Tolkien (unfortunately)
Chapter 1
I sat high up in the tree, my feet dangling down from the branch and resting my back against the trunk. The tree was very big; about twenty metres high and quite thick, and I was hidden among the branches and leaves towards the top. I would have gone higher up, but the tree was already bending a bit under my weight and I didn't want to push my look. I had already done that too many times.
My long, blonde curly hair flapped about my face as the wind blew, and my cheeks were burning from the cold. I was a pretty girl, not beautiful, but not ugly. I had a heart shaped face and my hair was my best feature. My eyes were a striking blue colour, like the ocean on a warm summers' day. I had a dainty nose, a few freckles and nicely shaped lips. My skin was pale, 'like a spring morning' my Papa used to say and I looked like I had never seen the sun. I was very small for a human, the same height as a dwarf, I guess, which is probably why I liked them so much. I looked old for my age, except for my height. I was sixteen years old, but I looked more like twenty.
From my perch I could see for miles and miles. Unfortunately, the miles were all covered by a sea of green and brown leaves, as far as the eye could see. Far below me were the dwarves I had been following for a while, and the weird little creature that had been tagging along behind them.
They were cooking around a little campfire, and some were chatting amongst themselves. A couple of meters away, two younger dwarves were watching over the ponies. One had long, wavy dark hair, and the other had long strait blond hair, braided in some places.
I heard bustling and watched as the small creature came up to the young dwarves, holding bowls filled with food. They talked for a while, and then the creature walked off in the opposite direction, followed by the dwarves. Curious, I followed them, leaping from one branch to another and hardly making a noise. After a couple of minutes, they stopped and quickly hid behind trees. Then I saw why.
Three trolls were sitting around the fire, wearing only a loincloth around their waists. Behind them, some ponies were trapped in a pen, nervously flicking their heads. Rage burned inside me, and it took all of my willpower not to kill them in that instance. How dare they trap innocent horses to be eaten! How dare they! As much as I felt an almost overpowering desire to kill the trolls, I wanted to see what the dwarves would do. So I waited in my new perch.
The dwarves pushed the other creature into the clearing and ran off. The poor creature looked bewildered and frightened, but I have to admit I admired his courage. Not a lot of people would creep up on a troll, never mind three.
He silently crept behind the trolls and started untying the horse's gate. For the next few minutes, I watched as he tried to undo the rope, and then attempt to take something from the troll's pocket. Then, in a 'twist of fate' one of the trolls picked him up and blew his nose on the creature! Yes, blew his nose! I gagged and almost fell out of the tree, but kept my balance luckily. Oh my goodness, I was so pleased that I wasn't on the receiving end of that! The troll finally realised that something wasn't right, and that was when he noticed the creature.
He was covered from head to toe in green, slimy troll snot. The trolls started panicking and that was when thirteen dwarves burst through from the edge of the forest, yelling an ear-splitting battle cry which went something along the lines of AAARRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! Thirteen dwarves and three trolls fighting is the strangest, most hilarious and almost scariest sight I have ever seen. And trust me; I've seen a lot of things!
Unfortunately, just as I was starting to enjoy things, the fighting stopped and the thirteen dwarves found themselves split into two, one group in bags next to the fire, and the other group tied to the spit roast hanging above the fire. I know I said unfortunately, but trolls and dwarves fighting are quite funny and something you do not want to miss. The small creature was also tied in a bag and slung on top of the other dwarves. I knew then that they were dead unless I helped them.
I went back to my original perch and climbed down. I picked up my bow and quiver that were hidden under a patch of moss and slung them on my back. My twin knives were already crossed on my back, and my sword was at my side. I'll admit, I had way too many weapons, but too many were better than too few.
I slipped my black, leather mask out of my pocket and adjusted it on my face. It was plain, but made by the elves, so it still looked beautiful. I retrieved my satchel containing my books, spare clothes and food and put my black cloak over my shoulders, pulling my hood over my face. All I needed now was to be seen.
I whistled loudly three times. In a few seconds my horse came galloping into few. He was a dapple grey stallion, called Shadowfax, and was beautiful. He stood sixteen hands high and had a long flowing mane, and tail that swished as he walked.
I swung myself onto his back, and he reared up onto his hind legs like he always does when he knows there will be a fight. He's like that. He knows what I feel and think and what we are about to do before I even think it myself. We are so close; he is like my sibling but in horse form.
We raced off through the forest and broke into the clearing. The trolls were debating with each other how to eat the dwarves, and turned their heads quickly at the sound of us breaking into the clearing. Luckily, I had caught them off guard.
I whipped out my bow and notched an arrow to it, and shot the first troll in the leg. He fell over and hit his head on the log he was sitting on. I purposely didn't aim for the head or neck because I wanted a real fight.
Placing my bow quickly into place on my back, I pulled out my twin knives and jumped off Shadowhawk's back. He jumped over the unconscious troll and started to buck his back legs in attempt to draw the troll's attention from me.
I jumped towards the closest troll and used the spit roast to jump onto his back. I only got as far as his back though, so I hauled myself up the rest of the way using my twin knives. The troll screamed out in agony.
"Aaargghhhhhh!" he screamed. "Stupid human girl!"
I was onto his shoulders now and wrapped my legs around his neck so I was strangling him. He screamed again, and I pulled out my horn from my belt and gave it two long blasts.
Suddenly, about two dozen wolves erupted from the edge of the forest, snarling and growling.
"Blaze, Storm, Brolyn, Faolan and Thunder! Take that troll over there!" I shouted to a group of wolves to my left. They stopped snapping at the trolls ankle's and instead leapt up onto the troll that was recovering from his unconsciousness. He fell to the ground again, groaning.
"Behind you!" one of the dwarves on the floor shouted. I spun around, only to be flung into the side of a tree, inches away from being splintered by a broken branch. I tried to stand, but the world started spinning and my head felt like it was cracked in half.
"Lobo! Tala!" I shouted my voice sounding like I was underwater. "Get the dwarves out of the bag! Rip the sacks open with your teeth!" That was the last thing I said before I saw a blinding light and slipped into unconsciousness.
