Isho: new chappie!!!!! this one took awhile. you like?

We peer through the branches and leaves and spy two men talking to each other.

"I've been worked to the bone, my beautiful hands!"

"At least you ain't bein' fed to the troll."

"Yeah, but the guys manning the crane get it easier then us, lucky bastards."

"QUIET YOU!"

I nearly blow my cover. It's just comical. The hobbits have these miniscule, pipsqueak voices that match their size. He gives the terrified slaves a good lashing, and stays to keep a better eye on them. Gnarl chimes in.

"A crane! That was one of the things that we lost in the raid. We need it back if we are to fix the tower."

"How do you know if it's ours, and can't we just make another one?" I whisper

"I'll know it's ours because it's giving off a faint magical signal that the tower heart is picking up from your armor. And as for the making another one, it's just easier. We can make more, but that would take a month, and who likes waiting on that?"

"True. Can the tower heart pick up signals from all the tower objects?"

"Only the ones that were made in the tower. It reads your minions too."

"Why does a crane have a magical signal? It's a simple wooden, rope, and metal object."

"It flies. That way we don't have to make it taller."

"Ah."

A flying crane, well that will make it easier to transport. Now all we have to worry about is the number of hobbits in here, and the troll they mentioned. I look around the clearing to see if there are any more. Nope, just the one.

I send one of my minions to attack. He runs up behind him and stabs at the bucking midgets head and shoulders. The semi fat man falls. The victorious minion dons his armor and takes his weapon after doing a little happy dance that consisted of shaking his loin clothed behind, and shouting with joy. He then picks up the few gold coins on the body, and brings them back.

The rest of us join the body and befuddled peasants. One makes it back in time to greet me shakily.

"T-thank you sir. You are hear to help right?"

I silently nod. He sighs in relief.

"Since that's the case, if you could help us free the other logging slaves, we can help you kill the troll that guards the slaves on crane duty. And the ones who are locked up further on."

"This is perfect sire, why die when others will do it for you?"

"Agreed, how many hobbits are there here?"

The other man decides to join us.

"There are a few stone throwers and foot men guarding the other loggers. 'Bout fifteen in all."

"How many loggers?"

"Ten, including us."

Well, that will have to do.

"Lead on."

I follow them to another clearing filled with hobbits watching the few slaves hack and saw at the trees. I don't think the slave could count because there are more than fifteen. Oh well, everything can't be perfect, that's where life becomes fun!

I gage the hobbits that are there and spot the rock lobbers. They are scattered about the other ranks, a bit un-evenly. I move around to the biggest hoard of soldiers, around ten, and charge. They barely notice our presence before I get my axe into one of their heads with a soft thud, blood spattering out. The rest of the minions do their thing, some ride their adversaries, and some kick at them like they're trying to break their knees. The ones with clubs just bludgeon the horrified midgets to death.

Soon the other guards join in, and I throw a few fireballs. Soon the yelling and screaming ceases and I found out that the peasants helped us out some. While we count our numbers, the minions proceed to do their little dance as they steal the hobbit's stuff.

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