Note: Italics is thoughts, unless specified otherwise i.e flashbacks or visions. / is timeskip


Reaching down my hips to my belt, my fingers find the familiar cold metal "Oh, I'm coming boys, whether you want me or not," I mutter.

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"Well at least those Trolls didn't take you, boy," I say, stroking Ardeth's mane softly. Though I'm surprised, he's got to be the biggest one of the lot – considering he's a horse and eats like a pig.

The neighs of startled ponies catch my attention, snapping my head up, all of the supposed 'missing' ponies ran towards me. Well, they managed to save the ponies at least.

Peering down at the earth, between the ponies' hoof prints, I notice rushed footsteps in the mud. Must be the Dwarves. Following the tracks, the voices of the Dwarves become clearer to my ears.

"Get yer foot outta ma back!" one growls. Must be Dwalin , I reason, laughing quietly to myself. Focusing once more at the task at hand – I glance around the forest, only just making out a red glow in the dark. Walking towards the glow, I come to a clearing, well shit!

ALEXA'S POV

Shit indeed. Not one or two, but all of the Dwarves including the Hobbit were being held hostage by three very large, very smelly Trolls. Her eyes watered, lips turned in disgust. Force, that's strong!

Taking a deep breath, she looked around the opening, counting she noticed that around half the Dwarves were tied to a spit, rotating over a roaring fire – while the other half along with the Hobbit was tied up in sacks.

Alexa pondered for a moment, she could just walk out and slice the buggers to pieces with her lightsaber – but then again, the Dwarves said they didn't need her. Let's see if they can get themselves out of this one, she thought. Listening in she discovered the three Trolls were called Bert, William and Tom – William seemed the least weak-minded of the three.

"Wait, wait! You are making a terrible mistake!" Bilbo cried out frantically.

"Eh?" Bert grunted,

"You can't reason with them, they're half-wits!" Dori yelled, his voice drowning out as he was turned away from the Hobbit - by Tom on the spit.

"Half-wits? Wha' does that make us?" Bofur reasoned – also on the turning spit.

Alexa looked on at the brave Hobbit, mulling over whether or not to see how it turns out. Eh,I'll help him if he needs it... Besides this would help him get Thorin on his side. She thought, watching as Bilbo attempted to get the company out from being the Troll's dinner.

Alexa smirked, Ha! Skin them first, oh Bilbo . She watched on stifling her laughter. Focusing on the scene, she caught a flash of grey fabric. Dammit, Gandalf! Just a few more minutes! That thought changed quickly though as she watched the one called Bert stomp towards the Dwarves in sacks.

"He's right, nothing wrong with a bit of raw Dwarf," He roughly grabbed Bombur, picking him up in a jest to eat him. Fuck! I'm coming Bombur !

Alexa ran out into the opening, screaming at the top of her lungs – not as a typical damsel in distress 'Oh save me' scream, more of a 'Get attention off said Dwarf NOW!' scream. Bilbo, Bombur, the Trolls and all the Dwarves – even Gandalf stared at her startled. Well I got their attention, she thought wryly.

"And what are you? Some sort of screeching banshee?" ignoring the Troll, she came up with a plan quickly.

Okay, there are three massive fucking Trolls and just me – Gandalf will most likely stay hidden so he can turn them to stone when the sun rises. I can't use my lightsaber, there's too many of them - I'll have to even the teams... Alexa smirked evilly at the Trolls, Oh, this is going to be fun . Before the Trolls could even think about grabbing her, she turned her attention to the one called Bert.

"You will place the Dwarf down on the ground," she stated quite calmly. Various emotions flashed across the faces of the Dwarves', worry being the most common – the Hobbit, however, had a look of curiosity. He knew the moment she stepped into his home - she was different.

Bert looked on at the Dwarf, face loss of all emotion. "I will place the Dwarf down on the ground," he repeated, placing Bombur down as he did so.

Bilbo and the Dwarves looked on rather confused. Did he-did he just listen to her? - one Dwarf, however, Bofur to be exact was simply grinning. Tom and William observed their counterpart warily, "Bert, what are' you doing? Don't let the Dwarf go!" William shouted, waving his large hand as he did so – but Bert didn't reply, for he had heard nought from him or anyone but Alexa for that matter.

Smirking slightly, Alexa winked at Thorin, who was gazing at her with a mixture of confusion and awe. Moving her sights to Tom – who had been previously turning the spit, Alexa said smoothly, "You will release the Dwarfs from the spit," Hearing this, Tom too lost all emotion in his face.

"I will release the Dwarves from the spit," he said, repeating Alexa's words, he made for the spit.

"Don't listen to 'er Tom," William growled, turning towards Alexa he pointed an accusing finger at the woman.

"What have you done to em witch?!" Ugh! why does everyone think I'm a witch around here? I'm a Jedi for crying out loud, not some ugly, pointy-nosed whore on a broomstick!

William in a rage, charged towards Alexa, his loud thumping feet shook the ground beneath her feet.Oh, fuck me. Acting quickly, Alexa thrust out her hand at the Troll, stopping his movement altogether with the force. She grunted lowly, sweat beginning to form on her brow, it's been too long since I've done this. She knew if she didn't think of something quickly, she would be torn apart by a very pissed off Troll.

"You will attack William," Alexa managed to gasp out, almost falling to the ground as she did.

At her command, the two Trolls pivoted, their feet facing towards William. They charged. Rage overcame their once emotionless faces, as they leapt towards their friend – Bert went for his chest while Tom swung his fist at Williams' mouth, knocking out what teeth the Troll had left.

"Arrrrrgh!" William yelled, falling heavily onto the wooden structure that once held the company's ponies.

While this was all going down, the Dwarves gasped at the scene in front of them – frozen in shock. Alexa had commanded two of the Trolls to release them and then fight the other Troll, they had definitely underestimated her. Thorin watched on from his sack in awe, the Wizard wasn't lying after all. The Dwarves on the spit, however, weren't taking much notice. Well the ones hovering directly over the fire weren't, they were a bit preoccupied at the moment, trying to blow out the fire.

The Trolls were fighting like dogs, teeth snapping, arms swinging – anything for a glimpse of blood. Soon they were locked in one another arms, nearly rolling into the fire - kicking and thumping. William managed to snap off a thick branch swinging it towards Bert and Tom. He whacked them both with a branch in an attempt to bring them to their senses – Tom and Bert now unconscious, sailed across the forest floor towards the sacks full of Dwarves.

"Arrrrrrgh!" screamed the Dwarves – Kili sounding the loudest.

Alexa brought both her hands up, reaching towards the Dwarves, she felt the force flow through her once more. The screaming continued, rather loudly – though they were about to be squashed by two massive Trolls so it was expected.

THORIN'S POV

Shouldn't they have made impact by now?

Slowly, I opened my left eye before flinging the other one open in shock, I gasped, breath heavy – no more than four feet, hovering over me and the others, were the two Trolls. I watched as the Trolls floated away from us, landing on the makeshift fence for the ponies. Searching the area with my eyes, I see Alexa standing strong with her two feet planted firmly on the ground, her face frowning slightly in concentration. I have truly doubted her.

A thumping interrupted my thoughts, behind Alexa the Troll William or whatever his name is was running towards the young woman with the very same branch he used to send the two Trolls flying over to me and the others.

"Alexa! Behind you!" I shouted, struggling to get out of a sack the Trolls had put me in. A hum stopped me from continuing, it sounded like a lot of bees had come out of nowhere. Snapping my head up I see that once again, I was wrong.

FIRST POV

"Alexa! Behind you!" Thorin shouted.

Quickly I spun around, flicking my dark auburn hair behind me. Fuck! This is not my day . William was less than a meter behind me, still charging towards me - I leapt, doing a full flip over him, landing hard on my feet. Damn it's been a while .

The Troll in question spun his head around, searching for me - I watched him closely for any sudden movements. My hand trailed down to my belt, grasping the familiar cold metal of my lightsaber,shit just got real! I grinned, making eye contact with Bofur, I mouth 'watch this!' to the Dwarf.

"Hey! Shithead, I'm over here!" I yelled at William, still smirking at Bofur who was looking at me, shaking his head worriedly. I stood still, eyes closed and feet planted in the form my Master once taught me long ago. I held my lightsaber in front of me, inactivated.

The Dwarves looked on in confusion – what was she going to do with a handle? Throw it at him? Activating my lightsaber, a hiss sounded from my hilt.

A forest green glow emitted from the sabre forming a blade, I smiled as the familiar hum filled my ears. William turned towards me, not paying attention to my lightsaber. Oh, he will soon , I thought. Opening my eyes, I glanced towards where I last saw Gandalf, he stood behind a great boulder. I took notice of the faint light on the backs of the trees; Dawn will be here soon, I thought.

Shouts startle me from my thoughts, oh right the troll. William was above me, the branch held above his head – ready to strike. I stood still, waiting for him to strike.

"What are you waiting for? Hit me you slug!" I yelled – for good measure.

William's face contorted in anger, finally! He brought his hands down, swinging the branch in my direction. Springing into action I summersault over the branch, landing on his right forearm. Here goes nothing.

I quickly bring the sabre to his arm - before the Troll could react, I sliced off his arm with one swift move, leaving nothing but a stump just above his elbow, hopping down as I did so.

It fell with a loud thud, William screeched in pain, grasping what was left of his arm, groaning loudly Bert and Tom came to. Tangled in each other's limbs, they held their jaw's in their grey hands.

"Blimey! Tom, you're missing a few teeth," Bert howled, I watch on ready to take control of their minds again - if needed.

"The dawn will take you all!" I hear, well about time Gandalf!

Bert and Tom look towards Gandalf "Can we eat him too?" Bert says though he doesn't get a reply as Gandalf had split the rock – turning him and the others to stone. Well, at least it got that one to stop screaming. I thought to myself, shouting once again interrupted my thoughts. Oh, right the Dwarves!

I walked towards Bilbo, though it seemed Gandalf had already beaten me to it – helping the poor Hobbit out of his sack. I wink at him. "Nice work distracting the Trolls,"

Smirking I watch as Bilbo stammers, looking at his feet with a blush. "You-you did most of the work I-I just talked," I nodded at the Hobbit.Oh, Bilbo, you did a lot more than that. Spinning on my heels, I head over to Bombur.

"Hey Bombur, you okay? You took a bit of fall at the start, I'm sorry about that I did ask the Troll to place you down on the ground," I explain as I unravel the sack.

As soon as it hit his ankles the large Dwarf wrapped his meaty arms around me, squeezing tightly. "Thank you, lass," Bombur breathed, tears in his eyes.

Pulling back slightly, I look at him with a smile "That's okay Bombur, you got a family back home. I couldn't let you go back to them not in perfect condition," I joked, patting his arm lightly as I did, nodding he released his grip on me, moving to help his cousin Bifur out of his sack.

Looking around, I laugh slightly at the Dwarves still attached to the spit, "Oh, my poor babies," I call, skipping over to the spit.

"I'm nah a baby lass!" Dwalin growls, disgruntled.

"Oh? So, you don't want my help on getting down then?" I say softly at the Dwarf.

A loud chorus of disagreement courses through the Dwarves. "No lass we need your help,", "Please let us down lass,", "Come on Alexa," they called.

I stare at Dwalin expectantly "Say the magic word?"

Rolling his eyes, Dwalin stared almost pleadingly down at me "Please lass, help us," he mutters, looking down embarrassed at his state.

Glancing at the spit, I realize there was only one way I could get them down without hurting them. "Wha' are yer doing lass?" Bofur calls - I don't respond, smiling to myself.

I activate my lightsaber once more, the familiar green blade coming from the hilt "Please no. No lass," Bofur says dreadfully.

I walked towards the end of the spit, grasping my lightsaber firmly up at the ropes holding the spit together. "Don't worry, you're in safe hands," Gandalf says to the worried Dwarves.

I cut the thick rope in one go; the Dwarves fell towards the embers of the fire screaming. Using the force, I held out my hand, carrying them to the side and dropping them softly to the ground.

They continue to scream, some very girly - not realizing they were on the ground. I lost it. Laughing loudly, tears fell from my eyes, I collapsed on the ground, holding my stomach tightly.

"You-you should've seen your faces," I laughed. Steadily getting back to my feet as my laughter diminished, I began mocking their faces with a look of absolute terror.

"Nice scream, by the way, Fili," I said, glancing at the now reddened Dwarf "Not a word,"