A/N: I got this chappie up as quickly as I could. It's probably my record fast time for updating...Lol! It was very difficult to write...
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The Balrog Slayer Rides Again
Chapter 4
He readied his bow and prepared for the battle. Trolls were dim-witted creatures, but they had brute strength and force to oppose him.
He loosed an arrow and let it fly.
The troll roared and looked for the source of irritation. When he spotted Glorfindel flitting from tree to tree, he gave chase and tried to smash Glorfindel, but Glorfindel was too quick.
As he scaled the trees, Glorfindel devised a battle plan (or the closest to it). He would distract the troll by firing arrows around the troll to disorient him, and then he would shoot the troll in the sensitive spot behind the troll's ear.
It would have worked, but there just happened to be two trolls in the dell. Glorfindel sighed; nothing ever went his way. Especially when he had important things to do.
In an impatient gesture, he growled and leapt ferociously from the trees. Surprisingly, the trolls appeared extremely startled, which gave Glorfindel a chance to fire a volley of arrows.
The first troll fell by a rather lucky shot, but the second was more powerful and harder to subdue.
Glorfindel ascended the tree once more in an attempt to confuse the troll's viscous attack.
The troll saw the movement and moved to counter-attack it. Glorfindel shot a few arrows, but luck was not on his side. The arrows all glanced off uselessly.
The troll shook the tree Glorfindel was in, and it snapped between the harsh beatings of the vile creature. As Glorfindel fell, he tried to reach a safe spot, but the ground rushed up faster than he could move.
The tree fell violently, crushing all that was beneath it, including Glorfindel.
Glorfindel heard a snap when he landed on the ground at an awkward angle. The pain came exactly when expected, so Glorfindel was not fazed by a broken bone. He was more worried about the troll right now.
As if his thoughts summoned him, the troll stomped towards the tree and picked up Glorfindel, aggravating his broken bone and squeezing all the air out of him.
Glorfindel knew it was no use trying to free himself from the iron grasp of the troll, so instead he waited patiently. Then a thought came into his head like the dawn of morning.
He whistled. The troll paid no heed and leveled Glorfindel with his eyes.
Then, looking like a true hero, Asfaloth galloped around the troll and distracted him for the mere moment it would take for Glorfindel to pry himself out of the troll's hand.
The troll dropped Glorfindel most unceremoniously onto the ground as he attempted to swat away the Elven horse.
Since Glorfindel's bow had cracked under the troll's steely grasp, Glorfindel knew what he had to do instead. He had to climb onto the troll and kill it with his sword. But he needed a distraction.
Glorfindel smiled as he realized that he had the distraction he needed, Asfaloth. He then climbed another tree, close to the troll's head, so he could jump onto his head.
He landed on the troll's head. He scrambled to stay on top of it. He cautiously worked his way onto the top of his head. He pulled out his sword and stuck it in the skull. The troll roared in pain and fell over.
Glorfindel jumped of the troll's head before he fell.
After the adrenaline wore out he felt his left arm spasm in pain because of his broken wrist. Glorfindel sighed. Another delay. He made sure Asfaloth was alright, and went over to a stream to wash his scrapes from the tree falling. He also got a better look at his wrist.
It wasn't too dreadful, but it would inhibit him from using his left hand. He calmed himself down and set it as quickly as possible. A muffled cry escaped his lips.
He then made a splint out of a short but sturdy stick to keep it from moving. It was going to take at least a week to be usable again, he knew. It would be a long week.
A/N: This was a VERY difficult chapter to write, hence the shortness of it. Please forgive any mistakes or anything that just seems wrong. Constructive criticisms welcome, but please no flames.
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