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Thorin heaved a heavy sigh as he watched Gandalf stock off in a huff. Wizards. When did they become to rulers of this world? He shook his head, he had plenty to deal with on his plate now, without some bothersome wizard to add complications.
Fili was talking again.
Kind of.
He hadn't said a word since that night where he had sung his brother a lullaby. The next day Thorin had tried to speak with the lad, but Fili was silent as ever. It was as if the events of yesterday had never happened.
Thorin sighed again.
"Come on Bombur, we're hungry." He said, starting giving orders for the night.
"Fili! Kili!" he waited until one of his nephews look his way, "Look after the ponies, and make sure they don't get away this time!" he told them.s
Kili nodded and gave him a nod, Thorin watched them coral the ponies and bring them towards the small river (much smaller than last times). When they had gone from sight, he turned from them and started setting up his camp for the night.
Trouble started much earlier than usual that night when Fili came hurtling into their camp sight, wide eyed and out of breath.
"Fili! What is it lad?"
"What's wrong?"
"You look like someone's scared the living daylights out of you!"
"Tharkûn, zâram?"* the wizard? A spike?
The company chimed in, but Fili shook his head.
"Trolls. Bilbo's in danger. Come!" he said, and then he took off again.
Bofur stood up and grabbed his axe.
"Well, come on lads!" he shouted. And with a flurry of weopns, boots and steal the company took off after Fili. Thorin barely had time to grab his sword and lace his shoes as he raced behind them to save the hobbit.
They met Kili in a small dark clearning, as they gathered, Thorin heard the trolls tromping around, grumbling about this and that.
Bofur looked at Thorin, "So, what's the plan?"
Thorin slowly peered out into the bushes.
"Surpirse attack. Get Bilbo, free the ponies and run as fast as you can. We cannot afford a delay."
"Got it."
Thorin looked back at the group.
"Kili, and Fili. Good work. Now go back to camp, we left it unguarded."
Kili's eyes widened and glinted in the dark light.
"What? NO! We found the trolls, we want to fight!"
"No Kili, it's too dangerous for you." Thorin answered, holding up his hand.
"For me?! What's that supposed to mean?" Kili shot back with a glare.
"You are to stay-"
"No." Kili answered, and with a flick of his hair he rolled out into the clearing.
"NO! KILI!" Thorin shouted too loudly, but then he heard one of the trolls squeal.
"Drop him!" he heard Kili shout.
"What?" one of the trolls answered.
"I said, drop him."
This was as good as any of a time to lead an attack, Thorin pulled out his sword.
"On three. One…."
"THREE!" Dwalin shouted, and then jumped out into the clearing.
And the battle was on.
Unfortunately for this little group, it did not last long though. Within ten minutes the trolls had Bilbo strung up, and for the sake of the little hobbit Thorin had to surrender. Now he found himself in a dire situation, hoping for a miracle. And to make it worse, the trolls seemed fixated on Kili, and the chair;
"Hey, look at this little fella." One said
"He seems different, eh?" another one answered.
"Why 'choo sittin in that chair for?" the third one asked
Kili continued to glare, and not say a word.
" Stand up and fight like a man!" the leader of the troll pack shouted with a wicked grin on his face.
"Look at him rollin' around like a little dolly" the second in command laughed.
He gave Kili a rough shove and Kili winced as he rolled forward a few yards.
"No! Stop!" Thorin cried, but the troll stepped out in front of him , blocking him from Kili.
"Go on then, stand up and fight!" he said again.
Kili shook his head.
"No?"
"I cant" it came out as a quiet thin whisper and Thorin felt his heart break for his nephew.
The troll raised his brow.
"You cant?"
Kili shook his head, hair falling over his face, and Tom grinned an evil smile.
"Looking here Bert, we have a dwarf who can't walk. Now, where's the honor in that?" he said
"I say he's bluffing!" Bert said and he gave Kili's chair a hard push. The chair wobbled, but managed to stay erect.
"I have an idea! Let's have a little game—a little wager between three friends. Let's see how long he can stand. Winning bet gets him for supper!"
"Excellent idea, Tom!" Bert said
"I've never had a lame dwarf before. Will he taste the same?" William (the third troll) asked, poking Kili's legs with his stubby fingers.
Tom just smiled "Let's find out then"
He reached over with one massive hand and pulled Kili out of the chair and up to standing.
"No! Kili!" This time it was Fili who shouted. Thorin watched as Fili struggled past the others to get to his brother, but he was caught by the third troll before he could reach Kili.
"Hey! Stop that!" he said, shaking Fili by the cuff of his shirt.
The leader paused, then smiled devilishly. He pushed Kili over and held him down with his boot.
"Tie them up in those old burlap bags. We don't want them escaping while we play our games with this one here." He ordered.
"Good idea, Tom. I'll get those for you." Bert said.
"William! Round them up"
Bert threw a coil of rope.
"Make sure they don't get away."
Tom pressed his foot down harder on Kili's chest, making him wince loudly.
"And if you even think about escaping, this one here will be the first we squash into jelly!" He sneered at the group as William rounded them up, preventing any chance of escape.
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Sorry this update took so long! Next part should be up soon! Thank you to TheHobbitAlways for being my mentor and muse!
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