So the first chapter was in third person. This chapter and every other chapter will be in various first person views. Enjoy

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Trollshaw

I'm so dead. I was suppose to be in Rivendell last night. Elrond is going to kill me. This is all I could think about on my way back from my hunting trip. My trips go from the 1st to the 6th every month, it is the 7th. I did well though, two rabbits and a phesent. I had begun to track a doe when three trolls snatched it away. That happened last night. I tracked the trolls until this morning. After that I knew it was in vain, they were either stone or to far away.

I kept walking. The sun just went down, if I make haste I will be back in Rivendell by midnight. Elrond will still catch me, but his wrath wouldn't be as bad.

Yelling and other sounds of battle awoke me from my thoughts. The brave, reckless side of me was drawn out. I speed up, heel to toe, heel to toe, bearly making a sound. Just like the elves taught me to.

When I saw a light, the sounds of battle had stopped and was replaced by uncomfortable grunts and annoyed shouts. This only intereged me more.

I slowed down and pulled my white wood bow from my shoulder, then an arrow.

I crouched next to a large tree on the rim of the clearing. What greeted my eyes were the three trolls that took my deer. Two were fighting to still thier struggling prey. The other was spinning a spit over the roaring bonfire. I was shocked to find this was one of the sources of the grumbling because there were dwarves on the spit. DWARVES!

I put my arrow back in my wood and deerskin quiver and my bow on my shoulder and started to climb the tree. When I felt like a reached a good vantage point, I was only half shocked to find more dwarves stuffed into bags leaving only their heads to be seen piled on each other. Again I pulled out my bow and arrow, just incase. I wanted to see how this was going to play out, suddenly remembering Elladen's whole week lesson in restraint.

"Don' bother cookin' 'em", spook the small troll with the squeaky voice. "Let's just sit on 'me one by one and squash them into jelly".

"They should be sautéed, with a spinkle of sage", said the obvious cook of the three.

"Whatever we do just make it quick", said the large one at the spit. "I don' fancy bein' turned to stone".

That is when an idea came to my mind, all I had to do was stall for time then the sun would come out and. Poof! The day is saved. Out of the courner of my eye I saw a flash of movement and grey. I knew Gandalf-the-grey, my childhood friend, would have the same idea. I knocked my arrow in bow and drew back to my mouth(a motion that was so automatic I could do it in my sleep) and aimed at the spit troll's right third finger. And fired.

ThorinPOV

This was just a lovely situation that we got ourselves in. Fili and Kili just had to loose the ponies

My rough, brown sack was thrown to the back of the bag group. My feet were stuck underneath Kili's shoulders blades, making things very uncomfortable and my feet started to tingle.

While everyone else in the company struggled and shouted, I remained still, quiet, and stoic thinking of a plan. This is what was going to get us out of here.

I tried to block out the annoying conversation the trolls were having on how they were going to cook us. While I was doing this, my thought diverged when I saw a flash of silver-yellow in the trees. Staring at it I soon realized it was a person, then a female, then a young girl(woman more likely). She was crouching with an arrow in a bow. I watched as she put tension of the bowstring and pulls the noch of the arrow to her mouth, then aimed. It seemed she stayed still for only half a moment before the arrow found its way into the finger of the Spit troll's hand, he wailed in a surprised pain and let go of the spit. Which flew up slightly because his hand went up and out.

The girl immediately jumped from the branch and landed in a graceful roll(which looked impossible because it was at least a thirty foot drop). Pulling out another arrow, she fired it into the annoying, young troll's knee and another arrow into the chef troll's cheek.

All three were wailing in pain, but all became very angry.

Mystery Girl POV

It was utter and complete chaos in two seconds

Instead of scaring the trolls, I just pissed them off. They threw their limbs in every which direction, I had to keep dodging constantly.

I started using my long knives that make up for the close quarters. I stabbed at them in every piece of flesh I could get near to. Because of that and the constant movement of limbs, made them impale themselves onto the dagger.

This went on for a few more minutes. It came to my attention that I was only fighting two out of the three trolls, this was bad.

Suddenly, I heard a great uproar from the dwarves. I flipped backwards, away from the trolls, and armed my bow. I saw a young blond haired dwarf hanging upside down over the fire in the grip of the great big spit troll. His eyes were the size of dinner plates in fear, the other dwarves were still yelling and struggling to get thier young companion to safety.

"Drop your bow, and we don't drop 'im", threatened the large troll.

Now this was a situation!

The sun would rise any second now, if I wait until then the dwarf would be stuck in a literal stone grip; if I fired my arrow the troll would drop him.

My choice was made, I shifted my aim inch by inch until I reached my target.

And then I let my arrow fly.

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