((Note: Special guest appearance in this one! I'm playing partially off of a personal preference to he and Blinky being roundabouts the same age – at least as far as Troll aging goes – as well as a nod to a Trollhunters story I perused in the book section while at work (written by Richard Hamilton) that seemed to indicate this and had the Amulet pass directly from Deya to him, as well as that he was a good friend to Blinky and Aaarrrggghh!. (I also saw this repeated on the Trollhunters wiki, mentioned in a previous chapter, so I believe it's somewhat verified though don't quote me on that lol!) The Amulet hand-off won't be happening in this story, so you can feel free to disregard that if you'd like. Quite honestly, I also just really like the character, and wish there were more ways they could've included him in the series without making things awkward. And because I forgot in my first chapter: I don't own Trollhunters! Credit to del Toro and all those who worked or had a hand in this simply magnificent work!))

The falling rain was cool. Despite the thick foliage of the tree above him, the water still found its way down the leaves to spatter the Troll seated below. But Blinkous didn't mind. Truth be told, the sensation was rather soothing, especially after the long trek he'd made earlier that night. Thankfully for himself and the warriors with him, they'd encountered only signs of Gumm-Gumms, rather than the Gumm-Gumms themselves. A footprint here, a slash of the tree there, some discarded, bloodstained human clothing tangled among some roots.

At each sighting Blinkous was reminded of the Gumm-Gumm he had encountered, and it was of him that his thoughts turned now. A study of his notes brought clarity to his vague recognition: another had seen this one in battle, and had more both his physical appearance as well as how others in Gunmar's horde gave him obedience. He was clearly sometime of rank, perhaps even as high as a general! This spoke volumes to Blinkous, as it took someone of particular aggression and viciousness to attain such a rank. Only those qualities were of value to Gunmar. And this made his earlier behavior all the more confusing.

A slightly larger Troll form suddenly dropping down from the trees to land in a crouch beside him made Blinkous cry out in shock and half scramble to his feet, ending up in a defensive kneel, though the familiar laugh that followed and the sight of a familiar face reassured him that he was in danger of little more than a friendly ribbing.

"Kanjigar!" Blinkous scolded, upper hands over his heart trying to settle it's racing pace and lower in fists as he dropped back down to sit on the damp earth. "I've told you how I feel about you trying out your techniques on me!" Kanjigar, a Troll only the-quarters of a century or so older than Blinkous - a short time span for a race that lived multiple centuries - just grinned. He was dressed in armor that made it look like he had literal scales over his torso, arms, and legs with a large, two-handed sword on his back. He dropped down as well to sit next to his friend, crossing his legs and looking out at the activity before them.

"I have to train as much as I can," was the only excuse for the surprise attack as he sat down next to Blinkous. "Though I'm surprised you didn't hear me; I slipped a moment about half-way to the branch above you." Blinkous looked away; he hadn't truly heard anything going on around him.

"I suppose I was just thinking."

"About?" Here Blinkous didn't know what to say. If he told the truth, would it come out sounding like he was sympathizing with the enemy? Kanjigar was a very dedicated-to-the-cause Troll, and though they were friends he wasn't quite sure how the other would take such words. At the same time he didn't really want to lie to Kanjigar either. So in the end he remained silent. Kanjigar waited for an answer for a few moments, then looked over at his friend, concerned and confused in equal measure, before he simply leaned back against the tree, crossed arms behind his head and by all appearances deciding to wait until his friend decided to speak. Granted, it would take an ice breaker to get there, it seemed.

"Thought of a name yet ?" Blinkous knew that Kanjigar enjoyed naming his attack maneuvers, when he had them perfected.

"Not yet. I liked the comparison to a spider you mentioned when you saw it last from a less-targeted position, so I've been working from there. Slinking Spider... Deadly Spider... Lunging Spider..." Blinkous chuckled, then feel silent again after his feeble attempt at conversation. The thoughts that were otherwise occupying his mind were simply too potent to allow for any other topic. They sat there in a rather comfortable, comradely quiet, the only sounds the pattering of the rain and the activity of the rather large encampment before them.

"Kanjigar?"

"Hmm?"

"The Gumm-Gumms... do you ever think it might be possible for one to change?"

"Change?" Kanjigar opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Blinkous.

"Change. Not want to follow Gunmar anymore." Kanjigar thought for a moment before replying.

"Well, I would think any of them that actually wanted to rebel against Gunmar would find their lives cut very short! But I don't think that's what you were asking, was it?" Blinkous' silence spoke for him. "You wanted to know if one could have a change of heart, not want the bloodshed and battle and conquest anymore." Blinkous slowly nodded. Once more Kanjigar closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "I suppose... it could be possible. I mean, even though the tribes they came from are the most savage known, they are – or at least were – Trolls like us. They can think and reason, and maybe even feel emotions still. So it's possible that somewhere there might still be an ember of good." He sighed. "But if there is, I pity whoever it is. To be in that situation, and know it's wrong..." The warrior shuddered, as did Blinkous though he had a particular face in mind when he did. "Why do you ask? Did you see someone in a battle?"

"I... I'm not sure." Even now, he still wondered whether he had seen truly or not. Kanjigar moved, and his hand came down heavily upon the other's shoulder.

"Well, whatever you think you saw, I don't doubt you'll figure it out in the end. You always do! That's why you're a strategist!" For the first time all evening Blinkous smiled. Trust that Kanjigar could make him feel better about all this, and give such an honest answer even though there were many in the Daylight army that would heartily disagree with him. He'd always had a good head on his shoulders, one to match the purity in his heart. Blinkous always thought that someday Kanjigar would make a glorious Trollhunter (not that he wished Deya to relinquish the honor any time soon!).

"Thanks, Kanjigar. I think I needed to hear that." Kanjigar clapped him on the shoulder once more, then stood and stretched.

"I just came off of my patrol shift, so I'm catching a meal before I take a turn on watch in a couple hours. You heading in?"

"In a bit. I still have some... thinking to do."

"Alright." Kanjigar headed on down towards the cave that would shelter him, and them all, from the deadly sun come daybreak, muttering names to himself. "Ambushing Spider, no that's too long... Creeping Spider... Hmm, maybe..."

And beside it, a construction that had been whispered about in hushed, hopeful whispers for months now, all during its construction and enchanting. A stone archway, a bridge between worlds, that Deya had been said to hope would be the end of this whole war. A gateway, that only she could open, and that would seal Gunmar's fate forever. As Blinkous watched, he saw Deya ascend to the apex of the arch, removing the Amulet as she did so and inserting it into a place on the front. There was a flash of light, then a swirl of dark energy upon the ground beneath the arch. The Trolls who had been watching from a safe distance cheered, and even Blinkous felt his heart swell with hope. And end to all this, a chance to go home for good and rest, heal.

A chance for peace.