NEW WORD IS WIXAR. I HAS MADE IT IN RAGE WHEN WIZARD, WHICH WANTS TO BE EVERYTHING ELSE BESIDES ITS CORRECT SPELLING INCLUDING WIZADR, WANTS TO BE SOMETHING ELSE. LIKE WHAT THE HELL WIZARD, STOP TRYING TO BE SOMETHING ELSE.
Fuin and the others get to where Bilbo is just as Bilbo gets picked up by one of the trolls. The troll that picked Bilbo up looks like he is about to sneeze, and the troll reaches behind him for his handkerchief, but accidentally grabs Bilbo instead, and sneezes all over him and Fuin recoils a bit in disgust. He then realizes that he's not holding any ordinary booger. Fuin zones out the conversation and scouts the area he hears one of the troll howl in pain. As Fuin turns around to see what it is that made the troll howl and sees Kili out there, he rubs his face.
"Drop him!" Fuin hears Kili demand. Fuin slaps his hand against his face and groans quietly.
"Lay down your arms, or we'll rip his off." Is what Fuin hears from one of the trolls and looks over to see Bilbo in his hands. Fuin places his hand back on his face and sighs. Fuin sees Thorin look at Bilbo in frustration and then plant his sword in the ground. The others drop their weapons as well. Not long after that the trolls have tied Dwalin, Bofur, Dori, Ori and Nori onto a spit and are roasting them over a fire, the rest are tied up in sacks nearby. Fuin doesn't pay attention after that and meets up with Gandalf.
"Not-not that one, he-he's infected!" Fuin hears Bilbo say as himself and Gandalf climb up to a rock and stand beside it, waiting for a signal. Fuin laughs at them for a minute at their gob smacked faces before the rest of the dwarves chime in about how they don't have parasites and how Bilbo is a fool. Bilbo rolls his eyes as the dwarves mess up his plan. Thorin, understand Bilbo's plan, kicks the others. They then understand and go along with it. All the dwarves begin proclaiming about how they're 'riddled' with parasites. And Fuin laughs more seeing that they are now fighting about how they have bigger parasites than the other.
The smallest troll says something that Fuin doesn't really listen to. Fuin gets his que after hearing the trolls catch on. Gandalf and Fuin have known each other for so long that they know that each of them need to play a role. Fuin's role just so happens to be the distraction this time. So, he hops onto the rock and screams gutturally to catch the troll's attention and it works.
"Wha's this? A man?" The smallest one asks.
"No. It doesn't smell like a man. Must be something new." The mid-sized one states.
"I don't care what it is. Catch it and I'll cook 'em too." The largest one, who is also the one that cooks everything, according to Fuin's observations. Fuin gives another scream before taking a small step like he was going to attack, in the process scaring the two trolls that was ordered to capture him.
"He sounds feral, Tom. Are you sure we have ta catch 'em?" The mid-sized one asked. Fuin hoped that the dwarves caught onto his plan and didn't think him to be poisoned or anything. Fuin took an actual step before Tom could say anything before he starts running towards the trolls and letting the hand wrap around him before he bit the troll. Saying that was his first time doing that would be a lie, seeing as he has done this trick many times before, with and without Gandalf, and word never travels. Most likely because they are dead after he pulls this stunt. The troll throws him, and he hits a tree making him loose his breath and breaking a couple of the bones in his arm. He quickly staggers to his feet, so he isn't caught off guard. The other troll, Tom as Fuin has finally learned told them to keep going. Feral only means it's better, according to Tom at least. The two younger looking ones continue after Fuin, who groans mentally before taking note of where all the dwarves are. After he took that mental note he ran at the trolls screaming, because that seems to throw them off. After they bring their hands down to catch them he runs up the younger one's arm making it scream before the middle-aged troll starts trying to hit Fuin off the younger one, at his request. The older one ended up knocking the younger one down when Fuin ran up to the head. Before the troll hit the ground Fuin had rolled out of the way.
Before he can do anything else as the troll on the ground was getting up, Gandalf appears on top of a large rock above the clearing. "The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf exclaims. The trolls say something about eating Gandalf too before Gandalf strikes the rock with his staff, splitting it in half, allowing the sunlight behind it to pour into the clearing. When the sunlight touches the trolls' skin, they begin turning into stone amidst loud screams and howls of pain. Within seconds, there are three stone statues of trolls in the clearing. All the dwarves cheer for Gandalf. Of course, the dwarves on the spit, including Dwalin, still look uncomfortable.
"Oh, get your foot out of my back!" Dwalin complains to the dwarf above him. The dwarves on the spit have been freed along with those from the sacks. Gandalf walks to one of the troll statues and thumps it with his staff, with a pleased smile on his face.
"You could have done that a bit earlier, could you not?" Fuin asked Gandalf with a voice riddled with pain. His crash landing to the tree hurt him far worse than he had figured, adrenaline dulled most of the pain and now that it is wearing off he can tell what exactly has been hurt.
"Maybe, but it was interesting watch you play that façade after all of that time you were away." Gandalf says. "Now if you would just let me heal- "
"Keep your magic away from me." Fuin practically growled through the pain. Gandalf chuckled, knowing the reason for Fuin not letting anybody, not even the elves, heal him.
"If you don't mind me asking, why don't you let the wizard heal you?" Oin asks as he gets supplies, Gandalf and Thorin watching in the background.
"His magic, or any other's, interferes with the ancient magic of my people. The Elder's magic, as it is called. There are many things that the Elder's magic gives us Dínen our things like luck, beauty, or enhanced strength just to name a few. The most prominent one is the whole soulmate thing. If it is interfered with enough it could mess with the magic in turn completely disturbing the magic that surrounds everything that has or will happen around us. Even though I am the last one of my race the things that they had influenced still has some of their magic, our forest that we lived in for example. The magic has something like a consciousness, that led to my ancestors thinking that is was their 'elders' that was lending them their own magic to enhance things of the people and to give us the perfect 'mate' or, as you dwarves would put it our 'ones'. When that magic is interfered with it makes us act irrationally, forcing us to attack even our friends, in order to prevent damaging the chances of our magic ruining." Fuin explained to Oin with all those around them listening while the dwarf patched him up.
"Where did you go to, if I may ask?" Thorin asked Gandalf after Fuin was patched up.
"To look ahead." Gandalf said while giving Fuin a look. Fuin knows that look. Gandalf is about to do something, and few people are going to like it.
"What brought you back?" Thorin asked.
"Looking behind. Nasty business. Still, they are all in one piece." Gandalf says cryptically.
"No thanks to your burglar." Thorin says spitefully.
"He had the nous to play for time. None of the rest of you thought of that." Fuin says before Gandalf gets to say anything Thorin looks repentant after Fuin says that. Gandalf and Thorin examine the statues of the trolls while Fuin turns to Oin.
"Thank you, for bandaging me. It was better than what would have happened if Gandalf tried to heal me. When the Elder's magic reacts to his type it makes me act rash." Fuin explains to him. Gandalf turns back to the two with Thorin after hearing that.
"If I remember the last time you were injured enough was when we returned from the trip to the mountains and we had ran into some particularly bad orcs. When we got back to Rivendell, I had tried to heal you after you had refused you reacted badly." Gandalf said with amusement in his eyes.
"I told you that when you reached out with that magic of yours that would have happened. But did you listen? No." Fuin says with some anger.
"Yes, well it took ten elves to catch you and hold you down before I could heal you. That was after you had injured about ten more before that." Gandalf continues.
"Pay attention to your new statues." Fuin growls at Gandalf. The Dínen man has respect for the elderly wizard but the Elder's magic is still bitter about that particular incident.
"They must have come down from the Ettenmoors." Gandalf says in response.
"Since when do mountain trolls venture this far south?" Thorin asks.
"Oh, not for an age, not since a darker power ruled these lands." Gandalf says. Gandalf, Fuin, and Thorin look meaningfully at each other.
"They could not have moved in daylight." Fuin says.
"There must be a cave nearby." Thorin says. The company finds a large cave nearby, and they enter it. It is full of treasure the trolls have been hoarding.
"Oh, what's that stench?!" Nori complains.
"It's a troll hoard. Be careful what you touch." Gandalf warns. As they enter the cave, many of the dwarves cough and retch at the pungency. Inside, they find piles of gold coins and other treasure in caskets.
"Seems a shame just to leave it lyin' around. Anyone could take it." Bofur says.
"Agreed. Nori, get a shovel." Glion agrees. While exploring, Thorin finds two swords covered in cobwebs. Gandalf approaches him.
"These swords were not made by any troll." Thorin says after Gandalf reaches him. Thorin hands one sword to Gandalf and keeps the other one.
"Nor were they made by any smith among men." Gandalf says in response. Gandalf draws the sword in his hand out of its sheath a few inches. "These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age." Gandalf continues.
"I remember that age and watching in young fascination as they forged those." Fuin says from beside Gandalf. Realizing that they are Elven swords, Thorin starts to put his away in disgust. "You could not wish for a finer blade." Fuin tells him warningly. Reluctantly, Thorin holds on to the sword. He draws it out of its sheath a few inches as well. Fuin sees some of the dwarves fill a chest with treasure, then bury it in a hole in the ground. He joins Dwalin in looing on in disgust.
"We're makin' a long-term deposit." Gloin says in response to Fuin and Dwalin's stare.
"Let's get out of this foul place. Come on, let's go. Bofur! Gloin! Nori!" Thorin says. Gandalf exits the cave after Fuin and heads over to where Bilbo is sitting with Fuin following. He hands Bilbo the sword he just found. "Bilbo." Gandalf says to get the young hobbit's attention.
"Hmm?" Bilbo replies, barely paying attention.
"Here. This is about your size." Gandalf says holding the sword out to him.
"I can't take this." Bilbo says shaking his head after he looks at the object that the wizard presented him.
"The blade is of Elvish make which means it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby." Gandalf informs him.
"I have never used a sword in my life." Bilbo says.
"I can teach you how to. But know I am not going to be an easy teacher." Fuin tells him.
"And I hope you never have to. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one." Gandalf says to Bilbo after nodding in thanks towards Fuin for offering.
"Something's coming!" Thorin shouts suddenly, interrupting the three's conversation.
"Gandalf-" Bilbo says only to be interrupting by the one's attention he was trying to get.
"Stay together! Hurry now. Arm yourselves." Gandalf says and Fuin pulls Bilbo slightly behind him. Bilbo slowly draws his sword and looks at it. He then follows the others, who have run off into the woods following as closely behind Fuin as he can. Fuin making sure he was safely behind him the whole time.