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Trollshaw

Fili POV

I could feel all the blood rushing to my head, making my already throbbing skull feel like it was going to explode. The troll's hand wrapped around my entire legs and over my stomach, making me glad that I didn't eat the soup Bilbo had offered, because it would have been all over the ground by now.

Even upside down I could get a better look at our savior than I did at the bag pile. First of all our savior(as I will call [s]he) was a woman, she had long mid-back length hair, the color of pale wheat. Her face had an angular features and the sternness in her face made her look a lot older than she was, because her body had the curves of an adolescent. She wore tight, deep green leggings with a fitted top that was a hunting camouflage pattern; the top had only one loose sleeve which revealed fair, flexible,and muscled arms.

After taking in her appearance, the situation I was in fully dawned on me. My eyes were now trained on the shining, silver tip of her arrow. As far as I could tell, with this horrible angle, it was aimed at the foot of the troll that was holding me.

"I said, drop it", bellowed the large troll. The grip around me loosened enough to make me slip visibly, but I was caught before I slipped entirely. There was an all out uproar started, though the kabob dwarves should have been the easiest to hear, but my brother and uncle's yells were the loudest. The girl in front of me tensed, pulling further back on the bow string.

I saw in her eyes that she knew it was now or never.

It all seemed to happen in a moment.

She released her grip on the bow sting. The arrow landed in the troll holding, stuck right above the ankle. Fear serged through me as the grip around me loosened dangerously. The scream of the troll made my ever throbbing head beat with the force of a forge hammer. I closed my eyes against the pain, I then found myself in a free fall because the troll completely let go. It seemed like an age before I felt solid ground.

"May the dawn take you all!", I heard the familiar voice of Gandalf.

"Who's he"

"I don' know"

"Can we cook 'im too"

I opened my eyes in time to move away from the large foot of a troll. I rolled until I felt the solid form of a tree. Looking back at the trolls, I could see that they all turned into a gray rough statues of themselves.

The girl who just saves my life, walked over to me with a dagger in her hand and cut open the bag I was in.

When I stood up, she was holding her knife blade and offered the hilt to me. I took it, I couldn't help but notice the way the grip was so smooth, like it was ment for my hand. Elvish.

Looking up I could see that she could handle the half of the company on the kabob better then I could, so I jogged over to the bags. Obviously, I rushed to cut Kili first because, like me, he had a lot of hidden knives, together we were able to get everyone up and out of their bags in no time.

Turning around, I could see our savior was climbing up the support of the spit, the fire was extinguished (probably by Gandalf).

Once on the spit, she balanced and tried to find a weak point. When she found it, she broke it with a well executed kick, then slid down the support. My friends weren't so graceful, for they were still tied to the part of the spit that was on an angle between the forest floor and other spit support.

She walked over to me, she was taller than me, but only by a couple of inches."May I please have my knife back?",she asked. I did, and with that she went to free the dwarf kabob.

Bofur POV

My companions and I on the spit with all groaned at the same time as we fell.

After we all recovered, I couldn't help but say,"Well that could have been worse". More groans emanated from the dwarves mouths.

The young girl walked over to us with a sharp-looking dagger. Started cutting us down, from the bottom to the top. We just flopped to the ground, refusing to get up.

Though, when we finally did, everyone was facing the girl. She was holding her knife in one hand and her bow in the other.

"Hi", she said, waving with knife hand. We were all in silence, looking her up and down. She couldn't be more than fifteen, small for a human, and had strait blond hair.

Thorin broke the silence,"Who are-".

"Caldeon", boomed a happy voice.

All of us turned to see Gandalf walking toward us, smiling brightly. The girl, Caldeon, broke into a joy filled grin and dropped her weapons to go and hug Gandalf. He bent down and embraced her, like a grandfather to his granddaughter.

When they broke apart, he held her at arm's length,"I thought your hunting trips only went through to the 6th?"

"Yeah, I'm a little late", her voice was a little low for a non dwarven girl her age, but sweet.

Gandalf smirked a little. All the while, here we are shuffling awkwardly.

"Maybe I should repeat my question", said Thorin,"Who are you?"

"This is Lady Caldeon".

Silence

"That doesn't really answer the question", said Dwalin, his arms were crossed across his crest, he didn't look happy.

"Well with all due respect, I don't know who you are either and I don't think giving personal information to complete strangers is wise", she said with slight attitude, that sounded a little like one of Bomber's daughters.

"But you save strangers from trolls?", I just had to ask.

This time she didn't have a smart ass reply, just,"Well, all you need to know is that I need to get to Rivendell before Lord Elrond sends a search party and pulls out all of his hair", with that she bent down to gather her weapons, put them in their proper places, then ran off toward to the giant rock Gandalf just split.

We all turned toward Thorin, he commanded,"Gather your weapons, we must move out quickly". And with that I bent down and brushed off my hat.

So I changed who is in the grips of the troll. I changed it in the first chapter too. It used to be kili now it's fili because I have some thing for kili later on. Hope you stay tuned.

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