I don't own 'The Hobbit', and I never will. Enjoy!

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Bilbo groaned -again- as he glared at the gray sky that was dumping buckets of rain on them. Roughly one week later, the company had woken up to getting rained on. So they had been getting drenched for the last 4 days, and had another 3 to go. Thorin had tied his hair back into a ponytail so Bilbo could curl up on his shoulder and remain out of the rain without any of his kin throwing any hissy fits.

Bofur had been insistent on smoking his pipe for whatever reason, but it never remained lit, despite his constant checking and re-lighting. All of them were feeling weary… and wet. Only Bilbo and Thorin knew when the rain was going to end, but they couldn't share it with anyone else… a depressing thought, for some weird reason

"Here, Mr. Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori called to the wizard, tired of having his braids so waterlogged.

"It is raining Master Dori." Gandalf called back, a bit irritated. "And it shall continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world you should find yourself another wizard."

Dori heaved a sigh as he glared up at the clouds. Bilbo felt a smirk rise to his lips. It wasn't too often that one got to tease Gandalf, so why pass up the opportunity?

"Are there any?" Bilbo yelled, leaning forward so he didn't render Thorin deaf in one ear.

"Any what?" Gandalf asked back.

"Other wizards." Bilbo elaborated.

"There are five of us." Gandalf replied more pleasantly, as if happy to explain his fellow Istari. "The greatest of our order is Saruman the White."

"The Betrayer, you mean." Thorin growled under his breath.

Bilbo patted Thorin's cheek. Both of them were sore about how much hassle Saruman had put Frodo and the Fellowship threw by deciding to follow Sauron instead. It had been a sharp blow to Thorin because Saruman had studied under Mahal while the Maia dwelled in the Undying Lands. Many of dwarves in Mahal's Halls had wept at their maker's craft being used for such evil, and cheered when the Ents plus Merry and Pippin had torn in all down.

"Then there are the two blue wizards…" Gandalf continued, oblivious to the grumbles behind him. "Oh, I just realized that I've quite forgotten their names…"

"And who is the fifth?" Bilbo prompted.

"That would be Radagast, the Brown." Gandalf said.

Thorin knew he owed Radagast a great deal, not only for distracting the wargs after the troll incident, but for caring for his ailing father when Gandalf had rescued him from Dol Guldur roughly two years ago. Thráin hadn't been identified until a year ago, during his last few days. Thráin suddenly cheered for Thorin, telling him to get Azog and to get the blighter's other arm, the other arm. By the time Radagast got word to Gandalf, Thráin had died, and was buried in a cave not far from Radagast's home. Gandalf hadn't had the heart to tell Thorin his father had passed when they met in Bree.

"Is he a great wizard?" Bilbo smirked, feeling Thorin's shoulders shaking as he tried to keep down his laughter. "Or is he more like you?"

Multiple chuckles and snorts disguised as coughs came from behind him, making Bilbo grin as he giggled at the put out look on Gandalf's face. Thorin didn't even bother to hide his chuckles as he shook his head. Gandalf looked over his shoulder to glare at Bilbo, but it wasn't as effective as it normally would have been due to the look of waterlogged wizard.

"I think he's a very great wizard." Gandalf replied, a bit defensive. "In his own way."

"And that means he's crazy." Thorin translated softly, making Bilbo snort and press his face into Thorin's shoulder in an attempt to muffle his laughter.

"He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others." Gandalf continued, deciding to ignore any further side comments. "He keeps a watchful eye on the forests to the east. And a good thing to, for evil will always try to find a foothold in this world."

"Will the evil always trying to find a foothold this world prevent us from using that as a shelter?" Hildifons asked as he pointed from his hiding spot on Dáin, who was riding behind Thorin.

All heads turned to where Hildifons was pointing, and saw a small shelter/house several yards into the woods. There was no light in the windows or smoke coming from the chimney. All eyes went to Thorin, begging to let him say 'Yes, let's get out of this rain'. Thorin desperately wanted to say it, but refrained to ere on the side of caution.

"Bofur, Nori, scout the surrounding area and look for fields or anything that would indicate this is someone's home." Thorin instructed. "Dwalin, Dori, check the inside and make sure that is unoccupied. We don't want any nasty surprises."

The four named dwarves were off of their ponies and going about their assigned duties faster than you could say "Aye, Thorin". Bilbo rolled his eyes and flew to the doorframe of the cabin, shivering at the cold rain. Once there, and once Gandalf had reached the door, Bilbo got the wizards attention.

"Gandalf, what does this symbol mean?" Bilbo asked, pointing to an elvish symbol that had been carved into the doorframe, even though he knew what it meant.

"Travelers welcome." Gandalf translated. "This is one of the way-houses that the rangers use during their travels. Blankets and firewood will be inside. It is asked that we replenish the supply of wood that we use while we're here."

"Reasonable." Thorin agreed.

Dwalin and Dori came back out, nodding the all clear. Nori and Bofur came back from the forest as they were heading in, Bofur carrying a rock the size of Bombur's soup pot. Bilbo blinked at his owlishly, trying to figure out why on earth Bofur would want to lug something that size, and most likely very heavy, around. He knew that Myrtle would pitch a fit if Bofur tried to strap it on her saddle. Bofur glanced up and smiled at Bilbo's confused expression.

"Just going to add our symbol to leave by the door as well." Bofur explain as he hunkered down and took out his mattock. "Our kin should know that this is a rest area. Would have saved me some trouble finding a camping area in the past if I had known about this place."

Oh, that made sense. Meanwhile, Glóin had gotten a fire going, making everyone sigh in relief as heat flooded into the room. Dwarves, being dwarves, stripped down to their small clothes without a stitch of shame… even Ori, though he was quickly wrapped up in a dry blanket by Dori. Thorin opened his pack to take out some dry clothes for Bilbo to change into, but to his dismay, they had gotten soaked when he had taken off his cloak and wet clothes. His handkerchief was drenched as well.

"Here." Ori gave Thorin a clean and dry knitted sock. "Bilbo can use this until his clothes dry."

Okay… odd, but efficient. Bilbo stripped out of his clothes and wiggled into the dark blue sock, where it was warm and dry. Bilbo blinked as he looked up at Thorin, who smiled at how cute Bilbo was making himself. Wide eye and curly haired, Bilbo's wings shook water off them before Bilbo curled up into the sock, and then stretched out on the side table near the fire he had been placed on.

Fíli and Kíli were arguing about who got to where which articles of dry clothing, since some of each of their spare clothes had gotten wet. Balin was working the water out of his long white beard, and Dwalin was just watching everything impassively as he always did. Glóin was prattling to no one in particular about his son and wife, (for the eight time that day), and Óin was drying off his ear trumpet. Bifur was whittling away at his latest creation, not caring that wood shavings were getting into some very unmentionable areas, while Bombur was attempting to make something for dinner.

Hildifons was curled up in one of Dáin's dry sock, having gotten the idea from Ori, and Dáin was mumbling something about bossy little hobbits as he tugged on a dry shirt. Dori spent his time between fussing over Ori and Nori, who glared and brushed Dori off every time he got close. Nori had placed himself next to Bofur, who was busy carving a Khuzdul word into the stone he had brought inside. Ori had situated himself next to the table Bilbo was on so he could ask the hobbit-fairy some more questions, which was also the closest spot to the fire so Dori couldn't really protest his location.

"I just realized that I forgot an important question about hobbits." Ori explained. "How long does your race live for?"

"Normal hobbits live for an average of 100 years, some have lived up to 30 years more, and we come of age when they are 33." Bilbo replied, enjoying the shocked look on many members of the company. "I'm not sure if our life is extended in our original form, having no written record of it. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."

"And how old are you?" Ori asked with a glance at Bilbo while writing furiously in his journal.

"40, last September." Bilbo hummed.

As predicted, the company exploded, all in the mindset that Bilbo was underaged because he aged like a dwarf, despite him just saying otherwise. Thorin rolled his eyes at his kin's reactions. It was ridiculous. Dáin snickered as Bilbo pulled the sock over his head, leaving only his hands and the tips of his wings sticking out, and Hildifons shook his head as well before giving a sharp whistle that made everyone cover their ears.

"Now that I have your attention, let me remind you that hobbits come of age at age 33, and my nephew is 40." Hildifons began to re-explain hobbit aging to them, gently and slowly, as if they were little children. "He would be considered to be around age 100 by dwarven standards, roughly age 28 by men's standards."

"How about you?" Ori asked as Bilbo popped his head out of the top of the sock.

"I'm 87 years old." Hildifons hummed as he thought about how old that would make him. "I'd be about… 217 years old as a dwarf, and around 61 as a man. Though I've noticed that my aging has slowed down a touch. I'm physically closer to age 60 than age 87. I don't know if it's because my Anima Gemella (Soul Mate) is a dwarf, or if it happens to all hobbit-fairies."

Bilbo yawned. While all of this was interesting, he was too tired to care right now. He just wanted to go to bed. Thorin had seen the yawn and Bilbo's droopy wings, indicating his sleepiness. He found his small pouch of dried grapes and placed them next to the hobbit fairy. Bilbo rolled his head to look at Thorin with lethargic eyes.

"Eat first." Thorin whispered. "Then get some sleep."

Bilbo hummed, not really paying attention to the conversation anymore. He managed to eat four of the dried grapes before curling up in the sock and falling asleep. There was still a lull of conversation, but that just helped the hobbit-fairy fall asleep quicker.

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On June 18th, 7 weeks and 2 days since the start of their journey, the company came upon the ruined farmhouse, the Trollshaws. Bilbo sighed as he recalled the small family who lived here, all of whom fell to the trolls about two weeks ago. Thorin halted his pony and turned to the rest of the company.

"We will camp here for the night." Thorin ordered. "Fíli, Kíli, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them. Óin, Glóin, get a fire going."

While neither Bilbo nor Thorin actually desired to stay here, someone had to take care of the trolls before they preyed on other travelers, and they were the ones who knew how to do it. Plus, they both wanted Orcrist and Sting back. And Bilbo knew how important it was for Gandalf to have Glamdring, having felled the Balrog known as Durin's Bane in Khazâd-Dum with it so many years later.

Bilbo flittered off of Myrtle and settled next to his uncle on Dáin's pony, not interested in the conversation he knew that Gandalf and Thorin were going to have. Gandalf would be insistent that they go to Rivendell, while Thorin would be grumpy and sullen about the idea, playing on his dislike of the kin of Thranduil that lived west of the Misty Mountains. Not too long after, Gandalf growled and walked out of the ruined farmhouse, infuriated at Thorin's stubbornness. He didn't understand why Thorin couldn't see the difference between Elrond and Thranduil, not realizing that he had been tricked by the dwarf.

"Gandalf, where are you going?" Bilbo asked as Gandalf stalked by, knowing that he sounded like his father when his mother had stormed off in a huff for whatever reason.

"To seek the one of this company with any sense left." Gandalf replied a bit grouchily.

"And who is that?" Bilbo prompted.

"Myself, Master Baggins." Gandalf snapped back. "I've had enough of dwarves for one day."

"Well I'm insulted." Bilbo huffed, and Hildifons looked at him with empathy before shooting a glare at Gandalf's back as he rode away.

"Come on Bombur, we're hungry." Thorin called.

"Where do you think he's going?" Ori asked. "Will he come back?"

"He'll be back eventually." Bilbo sighed. "Wizards always do come back. And I can only guess where he's going."

Of course, Bilbo knew he was going to Rivendell. Lord Elrond had admitted to him last lifetime that Gandalf had ridden in the night before their arrival, trying to get Elrond to meet with Thorin out on the plains. But the elf would hear none of it and had sent the gray wizard on his way with a caution to stop meddling so much.

Naturally, Gandalf didn't listen.

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Night soon fell, and as the darkness grew, so did Bilbo's anxiousness. Very soon the trolls would steal the ponies, but this time his uncle would play his role of soup to the lads and 'discovering' the trolls. This had all been pre-arranged a week prior to this, but Bilbo still had butterflies in his stomach.

"He's been gone a while." Hildifons noted, stretching in his normal form.

"Who?" Bofur asked absent mindedly.

"Gandalf." Bilbo elaborated from where he was watching Ori knit up a storm to calm his nerves.

"He's a wizard, comes and goes as he pleases." Bofur dismissed before passing the bowls of soup to Hildifons. "Could you take those to the lads? They should be on pony-sitting duty."

Hildifons nodded and walked out of the camp, Bilbo following his uncle. Thorin watched the two warily. There were so many things that could go wrong this evening, but there was nothing to be done about it except for try to avoid getting stuffed in sacks. Which should be easier to do since Bilbo was to small and quick to be caught by a stupid troll, and Hildifons had Dáin as his teacher in the art of weapons and self-defense.

"It's not a bad stew Bombur." Glóin commented as Hildifons and Bilbo left. "I've had worse."

"Dori could have cooked it!" Nori added, making everyone else laugh.

"Hilarious." Dori sneered at his brother.

Bilbo rolled his eyes at the antics as he flew after his uncle. Fíli and Kíli were bound to be hungry, but they would get no food or sleep tonight thanks to what they were about to go through with the trolls. It didn't take long for them to reach Fíli and Kíli, who were staring at the ponies with stiff backs and twitching fingers.

"What happened?" Hildifons asked with a sigh.

"We're supposed to be watching the ponies." Kíli answered.

"But we've encountered a slight problem." Fíli continued. "We had seventeen."

"Now there's only fifteen." Kíli finished.

Bilbo sighed and flew over the ponies, who calmly watched as the fairy slipped past them in the semi-darkness. And just as he suspected…

"Daisy and Bungo are missing." Bilbo confirmed when he got back. "And I suspect that whatever large creature that knocked over that several hundred year old tree is the one who took them."

"What where you two doing that you missed that?" Hildifons asked with a baffled look on his face as he studied the uprooted tree, leaving the soup left near the water pump.

The two shot each other looks that screamed: "Your fault!", making Bilbo roll his eyes. Still, they needed to get this show on the road. So Bilbo stretched and fluttered back up to eye level. It was then that Fíli also noticed the fire from the troll's camp. Realizing that they may avoid getting walloped by their uncle for losing the ponies, Fíli started towards it.

"There's a light." Fíli whispered.

The boys took off into the brush, and Hildifons took a deep breath. It was one thing to discuss what you're going to do, but actually doing it was another chest of gems altogether. Still, someone had to keep those two from doing something ridiculously stupid. Stopping a good distance away, but still close enough to hear loud and gruff voices, the four focused on the light.

"Trolls." Bilbo moaned.

And Fíli and Kíli jumped up to run even closer to the beasts. Hildifons rolled his eyes as he ran after them. Bilbo held onto his uncle's shoulder as they stopped to hide from the troll named William but preferred to be called Bill, the one who had snagged the ponies. Poor Myrtle and Minty were neighing in terror as they were hauled away.

"He's got Myrtle and Minty." Bilbo hissed in anger, upset that his pony was at risk of becoming troll stew… again. "They're going to eat them."

"We can't just give them up, can we?" Kíli asked. "Four ponies?"

"I'm going to go get Thorin." Bilbo said firmly, ignoring any protest. "Don't do anything stupid."

Turning back, Bilbo flew back to the campsite as fast as he could. Oh, he hoped that Hildifons kept Fíli and Kíli busy long enough for him to get help. Those two could be silver tongued, and you'd be pulled into their dumb ideas faster than you could say 'no'.

"Trolls!" Bilbo yelled as he raced into the camp, making everyone turned to look at him as he flew up to Thorin.

"What?" Thorin asked, having been lost in thought.

"Three mountain trolls." Bilbo replied draped himself on Thorin's shoulder, panting. "They've taken four of the ponies. Uncle Hildifons is trying to keep Fíli and Kíli from doing anything stupid."

"He'll more likely help them." Dáin groaned as he got to his feet with his war hammer in hand.

"Uh-oh." Bilbo mumbled.

"Stay out of sight." Thorin mumbled to him as the company traveled through the forest to the troll's campsite. "I don't want to risk you getting hurt by accident. You still don't know what your special talent is, or if it will be of any help."

"Don't get caught." Bilbo replied and flew off of Thorin's shoulder.

Bilbo reached the makeshift pen the ponies were being kept. The hobbit kept his eyes on Bill and Tom, having a strong dislike for both of those two. During their last encounter, Tom had used him as a handkerchief and Bill had snatched him off of the ground, forcing his companions to give up the fight, and called him a ferret. It was then that Bilbo registered that Hildifons was insulting the troll's intelligence. Really? Was that the best course of action for dealing with three mountain trolls who could step on you and you'd be hobbit pudding in less than a second? Being rude and cheeky? At least he managed to avoid getting covered in troll boogers.

Thankfully, Thorin realized the danger as well and charged out of the brush with a war cry, diverting the attention of the beasts. Dáin wasn't even half a second behind, bellowing at the top of his lungs. Bilbo watched as the dwarves made use of each other as they attacked the trolls. Dori made a table of himself so that Dwalin could jump off his back and slash the arm of the troll who had picked Ori up off the ground.

Thorin had cleverly introduced troll battle tactics a week ago by quizzing Fíli and Kíli as they rode about the best way to dispatch an enemy. Be it an orc, man, elf, (Bilbo glared at this one), troll, goblin, warg, and other creatures. The best tactics were to go for the skins on the back of their ankles, simply because it was weaker and you could hamstring them if you got them at the right angle. Or if your weapon was long enough, the tender spots that all men had could use a stab. Of course, Dori's bolas smacking them in the eyes and tangling two of them together worked pretty nicely as well. Or even Ori's slingshot chucking rocks into their faces would have them hesitate long enough for someone to land a painful blow.

Bilbo actually ducked when Dwalin smacked his war hammer into the face of one of the trolls, teeth going flying. That dwarf was lethal.

Bilbo soon found himself thinking that they would win this fight without the sun when Ori yelled in pain. Bill had gotten a hold of him and was dangling him by his arms. Thorin and the rest of the company turned the cries, and cursed. Bilbo groaned. It had been a good plan, but it once again had ended because someone had gotten caught.

"Ori!" Dori and Nori tried to run forward, but were held back by Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, and Bofur.

"Lay down your arms, or he gets his ripped off." Bill threatened.

Thorin laid down Deathless, his short sword, the rest of the dwarves following suit. Shouts filled the air as they were stripped of their clothes. Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Balin, Óin, Glóin, and Bombur were stuffed into sacks, and Dáin, Dori, Ori, Dwalin, Nori, Bifur, and Bofur, were tied down to a spit instead of being turned into dwarf stew right away. Hildifons had managed to hide back in the forest and not get stuff in a sack or tied to the spit.

"Don't bother cooking them." Tom moaned in hunger as he moved to sit down. "Let's just sit on them and squash them into jelly."

"They should be sautéed and grilled, with a sprinkle of sage." Bert replied stiffly as he sprinkled a crumbled leaf that defiantly wasn't sage over the dwarves.

"Do they even know what sage looks like?" Bilbo huffed to himself, still hiding by the ponies secured in the pen.

"Is this really necessary?" Balin called, trying to negotiate.

"Ooh, that does sound nice." Tom admitted.

"Untie me, mister." Dáin growled.

"Why don't you eat someone your own size?" Glóin added with a sneer.

Bilbo rolled his eyes. Some things never changed. Dwarves were still a lot of bluster when in uncomfortable situations, but they did have the dwarf-power to back it all up. Moving carefully, Bilbo flew quickly to Thorin's shoulder, grateful that the dwarf wasn't trying to untie his sack with his teeth like he had last time. That had ended with rope fibers in his mouth and not getting free. It wasn't just being in the presence of elves that evening that had put Thorin off of eating.

"Never mind the seasoning." Bill growled as he turned the spit a little faster. "We don't have all night. Dawn ain't far away, so get a move on! I don't fancy being turned to stone."

Bilbo looked up and saw that the sky in the east was getting lighter. Thorin and Bilbo hadn't told Hildifons this part of the conversation, so it would be up to Bilbo to stall for time again. Taking a deep breath, Bilbo flew to Bill, and landed on top of his fist, making the troll stop turning the spit.

"Look at this!" Bill yelled. "It landed right on me hand!"

"What is it?" Bert asked as he and Tom came over.

"I'm a burglar-hobbit." Bilbo introduced himself. "I'm terribly small and am often missed by the other creatures because they don't bother to look down. Now, I was on my way home and couldn't help but over hear that you were cooking up some dwarf. I'm terribly sorry to tell you that you are making a terrible mistake."

"You can't reason with them, they're half-wits." Dori yelled.

"Half-wits, then what does that make us?" Bofur questioned back.

"With the seasoning, I mean." Bilbo elaborated before the trolls got all offended.

"What about the seasoning?" Bert curiously questioned, so Bilbo moved to the back of his hand.

"Have you smelled them?" Bilbo asked earning some grumbles and huffs. "I followed my nose here before I heard you talking. You're going to need something a lot stronger then sage before you plated up this lot. You need something like… basil or mint."

"What do you know about cooking dwarf?" Bill demanded, and Bilbo glared at him.

"Quiet." Bert growled back. "Let the burgalbuber-hobbit talk."

"Well, the secret to cooking dwarf is the method that wizards use." Bilbo declared, ignoring the squirrel comment. "You have to skin them first."

Thorin cursed, and Bilbo knew that the dwarf was thinking about the map to the Shire that Gandalf gave him. Thorin hadn't followed it this time, but last time it had led him to the Shire's tannery before the dwarf climbed a tree to find out where his kin had gathered. Everyone else was just as affronted.

"I'll skin you, you little-" Glóin roared.

"Just the backs of their hands and the tops of their feet though." Bilbo continued, ignoring the dwarves and their caterwauling. "And maybe from their arses, depending on their age."

"You'll pay for that!" Dwalin vowed loudly, pointing a finger at Bilbo as he spun round.

"I'm not going to forget that!" Dáin added, just as angry as his cousin.

"Tom, get me filleting knife." Bert ordered, and the skinniest troll moved to do as he was told.

"What a load of rubbish." Bill growled as he glared at Bilbo. "I've had plenty with their skins on. Scarf 'em, boot and all I say."

"Yeah, nothing wrong with some raw dwarf." Tom agreed and picked up Bombur. "Nice and crunchy."

Bombur was yelling in fear as he stared into Tom's stomach. Bilbo swallowed. He had to act quickly.

"You'll get their parasites if you eat them like that!" Bilbo screamed. "You have to skin them so you can get rid of the worms in their tubes."

Tom yelled in fear and let Bombur fall onto the dwarf pile. Kíli and Óin hollered in pain as the largest member of the company landed on them. Bilbo spotted Gandalf weaving about in the foliage, making his way to the large rock that would get split in two. Just a little more time.

"They're all are absolutely riddled with parasites." Bilbo explained while shaking his head. "That's why you need to skin them, so you can get rid of the leeches. You'll end up puking your intestines out if you don't. The dwarves from the Blue Mountains are loaded with the creatures, and I wouldn't risk getting them by eating them raw. I really wouldn't."

"Parasites?" Óin questioned. "Did he say parasites?"

"We don't have parasites!" Kíli protested. "You have parasites!"

Bilbo resisted rolling his eyes and stared at the dwarves with an unimpressed look. Did someone say that the dwarves were intelligent? Besides other dwarves, because right now was really proving them wrong. Thorin kicked his nephew, making the lad yelp as his uncle glared at him. It was nice to know that someone knew what Bilbo was trying to do.

"I've got parasites as big as my arm!" Óin exclaimed.

"Mine are the biggest parasites!" Kíli called out.

"I've got the hugest parasites." Fíli added, sibling rivalry trying to get him to outdo his brother.

The trolls looked around as the dwarves all agreed with what Bilbo was saying. They had parasites? Ones that would make them thrown up their digestive track?

"We're riddled!" Dori said.

"Yes, I'm riddled!" Ori agreed.

"What would you have us do then?" Bill questioned as he walked over to Bert, who still had Bilbo perched on his hand. "Let them all go?"

"I just told you what you needed to do to get rid of the parasites." Bilbo huffed. "If you really want to take the risk, by all means, go ahead."

Bill growled at the little hobbit-fairy, and -surprisingly- Bert growled back at the other troll. He liked the little burgalbuber-hobbit. The burgalbuber-hobbit knew how to cook! None of the idiots he was with knew how to do that. They just complained about the quality of food they were given and demanded even more.

"This little ferret is taking us all for fools." Bill accused Bilbo as he went back to the spit and turned extra hard.

"Ferret?!" Bilbo squawked in anger, stamping his little foot with his hands on his hips.

He had been called a ferret, for the second time! It hadn't been avoided. Bill made this personal. These trolls were going down!

"Fools?" Bert questioned as he looked suspiciously at Bilbo.

"The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf declared as he stood on a large rock that was hiding the sun.

Everyone's eyes turned to Gandalf. Bilbo took the opportunity to fly back to Thorin. He didn't want to be on Bert when the troll started to turn into stone. There was just too much risk of getting hurt if he stayed there.

"About time." Thorin huffed quietly.

"Who's that?" Bill questioned.

"No idea." Bert answered.

"Can we eat him to?" Tom asked.

Gandalf stabbed the rock with his staff, splitting it in two as he stood off to the side and allowed sunlight to pour into the clearing. The trolls roared in agony as they hardened into stone, never to move or harm anyone ever again. There was a few seconds of silence as everyone stared at the new statues, and then they all began to cheer. Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief as Hildifons slipped out of the forest with a dagger in hand, and began to undo the knots in the sacks.

"Get your foot out of my back." Dwalin grunted.

Just give him a minute! Dwarves.

Can't travel with them, can't take a mountain back from a dragon without them.

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Translations

Anima Gemella = Hobbitish/Italian for: Soul Mate

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Timeline

May 26th - June 2nd, year 2931: Week of Wetness.

May 29th, year 2931: Four days of rain and three to go, the Company finds out about the other wizards in the world, and takes shelter in a Ranger Rest Station.

June 18th, year 2931: Trolls (Late).

June 19th, year 2931: Bilbo distracts the trolls from eating the dwarves long enough for Gandalf to turn them into stone (dawn).