In the morning, after the company had left Bag End, Bilbo slowly wakes up from his bed, and noticed that his house was very quiet. He walks all around his house expecting to run into the dwarves, Angel, or Gandalf, but as he entered the living room, no one was there. Bilbo's widen in surprise when he saw that his whole house had been cleaned up completely from the mess of the party last night, almost as if it had never happened. Bilbo looks a bit lonesome until he spots the contract sitting on a table. He looks at it, then looks up with a determined face.
Minutes later, Bilbo runs out the door of Bag End and bumps into one of his friendly neighbors, Master Worrywort.
"Hello Mr. Bilbo!" Master Worrywort greeted with a happy smile. "Where are you off to?"
"Listen, I'm already late!" Bilbo said hastily.
"Late for what?" Master Worrywort asked, looking puzzled.
"I'm going on an adventure with a company of dwarves." Bilbo said and showed him the contract.
"Under the company of Thórin Oakenshield." Master Worrywort read the contract. "Hmm, well everything seems to be all in order."
"Listen, I need you to do me a favor." Bilbo instructed. "Please look after the house. Make sure no one auctions it while I'm gone, and also… don't let the Sacksville-Baggins take their advantage."
"Understood Mr. Bilbo!" Master Worrywort complied. "How long will you be gone?"
"I… I don't know." Bilbo answered. "But just do whatever it takes to protect Bag End."
"Well you better get going Mr. Bilbo!" Master Worrywort urged him. "You'll be late!"
"Thanks." Bilbo said and ran down the path. He runs through Hobbiton, jumping over fences and pumpkins in his haste.
Meanwhile, the dwarves had been riding on their ponies while Angel and Gandalf rode on their horses through the forest.
"Waste of time." Glóin whispered in disgust.
"Use a hobbit." Dóri whispered as well.
Bilbo runs up from behind the company. "Wait!" He shouted as he continued to run. "Wait!" He managed to catch up to them and hands Bálin the contract. "I signed it!"
Angel and Gandalf turn and notice.
"Looks like he changed his mind after all." Angel whispered.
Bálin takes the contract and inspects it with a pocket-glass. "Everything appears to be in order." He then turns his head to face Bilbo with a greeted smile. "Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thórin Oakenshield."
The dwarves began to cheer while Thórin himself, did not. He sighed deeply and looked unimpressed that he had to bring a hobbit to join this company.
"Give him a pony." Thórin said gruffly.
"No, no, no, no, that-that won't be necessary, thank you, but I-I'm sure I can keep up on foot." Bilbo declined the offer. "I— I-I've done my fair share of walking holidays, you know. I even got as far as Frogmorton once-WAGH!" His speech was cut off when Fíli and Kíli ride alongside him and pick him up from behind to place him on a pony. Bilbo didn't seem to comfortable while he was riding his pony.
"Come on, Nóri, pay up. Go on." Óin called to him.
Nóri tosses a sack of money to Óin.
Some of the dwarves had been laughing, and thought how fun it was toss bags of money to each other.
"What's all that about?" Angel asked Gandalf.
"Oh they were taking wagers on whether or not that Bilbo Baggins would turn up." Gandalf explained. "Most of them bet that he wouldn't."
"What did you think?" Angel asked him again.
"Hmmm." Gandalf thought to himself until he catches a sack of money and puts it in his bag. "Well I never doubted him for a second."
"Are you sure its a good idea to bring him?" Angel asked, feeling a little worried about Bilbo's fate during the journey to Erebor. "If he can't handle it, then we'll have to let him go."
"If that does, then so be it." Gandalf said. "Bilbo and every member of the Baggins family were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but now home is behind him, and whole world is ahead."
At around nightfall, the company decided to rest near the edge of a cliff. Most of the dwarves were fast asleep, but Angel, Gandalf, Fíli, and Kíli were the only ones who were wide awake and kept watch for anything. Bilbo, however, woke up when he couldn't handle the snoring from Glóin. Angel watched Bilbo walk towards his pony and gives her an apple, but that was when they heard a scream in the night air.
"What was that?" Bilbo asked, sounding very worried by the noise.
"Orcs." Kíli responded to his question.
"Orcs, what are they?" Angel asked.
"Throat-cutters." Fíli answered to him. "There'll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them."
"They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep." Kíli said as well. "Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood."
Bilbo looks away in fright while Angel saw that Fíli and Kíli were joking around and began laughing.
"Hey guys." Angel said to them. "I just want to ask you something? Do you really think its funny that a night raid by orcs is a joke?"
"No, of course not." Kíli shook his head.
"Well I don't!" Thórin said angrily at his nephews. "You two should be ashamed!"
"We didn't mean anything by it." Kíli said, apologizing.
"No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world." Thórin said in disgust and walks off to the edge of a cliff where he looks out over the valley.
"Don't mind him, laddie." Bálin said to Angel, Bilbo, Fíli, and Kíli. "Thórin has more cause than most to hate orcs." Then, he began to explain a story about him. "After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thrór tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs lead by the most vile of all their race: Azog, the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King. Thráin, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw him: a young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armor rent…wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. Azog, the Defiler, learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast, no song, that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. And I thought to myself then, there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King."
Thórin overheard Bálin's tale about him facing the pale orc and turns away from the view beyond the cliff where the entire company were all awake and stood completely still as they stared at Thórin in wonder.
"But the pale orc… what happened to him?" Angel asked.
"He slunk back into the hole whence he came." Thórin answered as he walks pass him. "That filth died of his wounds long ago."
A day later, the company arrived to an old farmhouse that had been abandoned for many years.
"We'll camp here for the night. Fíli, Kíli, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them." Thórin instructed them.
"A farmer and his family used to live here." Gandalf examined the house. "I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the Hidden Valley."
"I have told you already, I will not go near that place." Thórin refused.
"Why not?" Gandalf asked. "The elves could help us. We could get food, rest, advice."
"I do not need their advice." Thórin continued to decline every offer that Gandalf was saying.
"We have a map that we cannot read." Gandalf stated. "Lord Elrond could help us."
"Help? A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves?" Thórin asked angrily. "Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, the Elves looked on and did nothing. You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grandfather and my father."
"You are neither of them." Gandalf argued. "I did not give you that map and key for you to hold on to the past."
"I did not know that they were yours to keep." Thórin argued.
Gandalf stomps off angrily, and leaves the Company.
Angel noticed him leaving. "Hey is everything alright?" He asked him. "Where are you going?"
"To see the company of the only one around here who's got any sense." Gandalf responded angrily.
"And who would that be?" Angel asked.
"Myself, Mr. Angel!" Gandalf snapped. "I've had enough of dwarves for one day."
"Come on, Bombur, we're hungry." Thórin called.
"Is he coming back?" Bilbo asked Angel.
Angel looks unsure and replied. "I don't know."
Nightfall had come, and the company were eating soup for dinner.
"He's been gone a long time." Bilbo said nervously.
"He's a wizard! He does as he chooses." Bofur said and hands Bilbo two bowls of soup. "Here, do us a favor: take this to the lads." He turns to see Bombur trying to take more soup. "Stop it, you've had plenty."
Angel had been keeping watch when he noticed sparkling lights up ahead from a forest. He walks over to inspect until his eyes widen in surprise. It was Buffy, along with Cordelia Chase, Riley Finn, Xander Harris, Anya Jenkins, Harmony Kendall, Faith Lehane, Tara Maclay, Oz, Willow Rosenberg, Spike, Heidi Barrie, Larry Blaisdell, Gwen Ditchik, Kyle DuFours, Roy Dukeshire, Tor Hauer, Scott Hope, Rhonda Kelley, Jonathan Levinson, Lance Lincoln, Devon MacLeish, Amy Madison, Owen Thurman, and Percy West.
"Bout time." Angel said in relief.
"Miss me." Buffy grinned.
"I wonder what bloody quest we're dealing with?" Spike asked, whispering.
"Where are they?" Buffy asked.
"Over there." Angel pointed.
Bilbo goes out in the dark to where Fíli and Kíli were watching the ponies. The two brothers were staring out into the the dark and didn't even take the soup that Bilbo was offering.
"What's the matter?" Bilbo asked.
"We're supposed to be looking out for the ponies." Kíli said, continuing to stare at the ponies.
"Only we've encountered a slight problem." Fíli said.
"We had sixteen." Kíli counted the number.
"And now there's fourteen." Fíli added.
Fíli, Kíli, and Bilbo walk around and examine the group of ponies.
"Daisy and Bungo are missing." Kíli said worriedly.
"Well, that's not good." Bilbo said in a panic tone. "That is not good at all. Shouldn't we tell Thórin?"
"Uhh, no. Let's not worry him." Fíli declined. "As our official burglar, we thought you might like to look into it."
Bilbo looks around and sees some trees recently uprooted and laying on the ground. "Well, uh...look, some-something big uprooted these trees."
"That was our thinking." Kíli said.
"Something very big, and possibly quite dangerous." Bilbo guessed.
"Hey! There's a light." Fíli whispered when he noticed the light. "Over here! Stay down."
Fíli, Kíli, and Bilbo immediately run through the forest toward the light, and hide behind a log when they realize that it is a fire. That was when they heard harsh laughter sounds from near the fire.
"What is it?" Bilbo asked quietly.
"Trolls." Kíli whispered back to him.
As Fíli and Kíli run toward the fire, Bilbo starts to follow them until he grabs the two bowls of soup he left on the log. He then continues to run after them, but that was when he was forced to hide behind a tree when he saw a massive troll, who had been carrying two ponies, walks towards the fire camp.
"He's got Myrtle and Minty!" Bilbo whispered. "I think they're going to eat them, we have to do something."
"Yes… you should." Kíli nodded to Bilbo's idea. "Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you're so small."
"N-n-no-" Bilbo declined.
"They'll never see you." Kíli promised him quietly. "It's perfectly safe! We'll be right behind you."
"If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl." Fíli instructed him quietly.
"Twice like a barn owl, twice like a brown-once like a brown?" Bilbo whispered to Fíli's instructions to himself, but he tried to remember them, but gets mixed up. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He turns around to see that Fíli and Kíli were gone.
While Bilbo Baggins was now on a desperate mission to rescue the four ponies, the three trolls, who were named Bert, Tom, and William, were sitting around a cauldron where they were cooking dinner for themselves. Tom, who had been carrying the Myrtle and Minty, placed them with the other ponies Daisy and Bungo.
"Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey, if it don't look like mutton again tomorrow." Bert complained, thinking that he would have the same meal again every day.
"Quit yer' griping." Tom said. "These ain't sheep. These is West Nags!"
"Oh, I don't like `orse." William complained. "I never `ave. Not enough fat on them."
"Well, it's better than the leathery old farmer." Bert remembered. "All skin and bone, he was. I'm still picking bits of him out of me teeth."
"AH-CHOO!" William sneezed into the pot that Bert had been boiling over the fire.
"Oh, that's lovely, that is; a floater." Bert remarked.
"Oh, might improve the flavor!" Tom suggested.
"Ah! There's more where that came from." William said and began to sneeze more, but Bert grabs him by the nose.
"Oh no you don't!" Bert shouted as he continued to hold William by the nose. "I made this dinner! And I'm not going to let you ruin it just like the last time!" He throws William back. "Now sit down, and I don't even think of sneezing in the pot again!"
"Sorry Bert." William said, apologizing until he began to sneeze again, this time in his handkerchief.
Bilbo, who had been hiding, reaches for the pen where Daisy, Bungo, Myrtle, and Minty were held as prisoners. He attempted to untie the ropes, but he had to hide again when William turns towards him.
"I hope you're gonna gut these nags." William sighed. "But I don't like the stinky parts."
Bert hits William with his ladle, and William squealed in pain.
"I said sit down!" Bert bellowed.
"I'm starving! Are we `aving horse tonight or what?" Tom asked, complaining on what meal he's having.
"Shut your cakehole!" Bert exclaimed. "You'll eat what I give ya!"
As William pulls out his handkerchief, Bilbo sees that he's wearing a long knife in his belt. Bilbo, unable to untie the ropes restraining the ponies, attempts to get the knife from the troll.
"How come 'e's the cook?" Tom complained again. "Everything tastes the same. Everything tastes like chicken."
"Except the chicken." William stated.
"Well then it tastes like fish!" Tom assumed the taste.
"I'm just saying, a little appreciation would be nice." Bert paused for a moment. Then he continues to stir. "Here's what I prefer you say: 'Thank you very much, Bert,' 'Lovely stew, Bert'. How hard is that? Hmm, it just needs a sprinkle of squirrel dung." Suddenly, he turns to see William picking up his mug. Bert gets really mad at him. "Hey, that's my grog!"
"Uhh, uhh, sorry." William whimpered.
Bert hits William with his ladle again, knocking him down. As William gets back up, Bert tastes the soup in his ladle.
"Ooh, that is beautifully balanced, that is." Bert remarked on the taste.
Bert lets Tom taste some of the soup in the ladle.
"Oh that is so balanced." William gulps it down.
"Eh? Good, innit?" Bert chuckled. "Heh, heh, heh. That's why I'm the cook."
Bilbo gets behind William and tries to reach for the knife, but William stand up and scratches his bottom for a minute. Then he sits back down. Bilbo looks disgusted, but he continued to reach the knife.
"Me guts are grumbling, I've got to snaffle something." Tom groaned. "Flesh I need, flesh!"
William, about to sneeze, reaches behind him for his handkerchief, but accidentally grabs Bilbo instead, and sneezes all over him. He then realizes that he's not holding any ordinary booger.
"Argh!" William screamed. "Blimey! Bert! Bert! Look what's come out of me 'ooter! It's got arms and legs and everything."
Bert and Tom gather around to look what William held in his hand.
"What is it?" Tom asked.
"I don't know, but I don't like the way it wriggles around!" William replied nervously and shakes Bilbo off.
On the ground, Bilbo was covered in snot. He immediately gets up and finds a way to escape, only for Bert, Tom, and William to surround him.
"What are you then?" Tom asked in a growl. "An oversized squirrel?"
"I'm a burglar- uhh, Hobbit." Bilbo corrected.
"A Burgla-Hobbit?" William exclaimed in confusion.
"Can we cook `im?" Tom asked in a grin.
"We can try!" William giggled as he tried to grab Bilbo.
Bilbo ducks and tries to flee, only to be cornered by Bert.
"He wouldn't make more than a mouthful, not when he's skinned and boned!" Bert suggested loudly.
"Perhaps there's more Burglar-Hobbits around these parts." Tom believed. "Might be enough for a pie."
"Grab him!" Bert shouted.
"It's too quick!" William exclaimed, trying to grab Bilbo.
As the trolls try to catch Bilbo, he runs around trying to dodge them. Bert accidentally hits William with his ladle while trying to hit Bilbo. Bilbo is eventually caught by the legs by Tom, and held upside down in the air.
"Gotcha!" Tom growled. "Now… are there any more you little fellas `iding where you shouldn't?"
"Nope." Bilbo responded, trying to hide the truth.
"He's lying." William hissed.
"No I'm not!" Bilbo exclaimed, trying to admit.
"Hold his toes over the fire." William suggested. "Make him squeal."
Suddenly, Spike runs out of the bushes and cuts William in the leg, making him howl and fall down.
"Alright… drop him!" Spike yelled at the trolls.
"You what?" Tom asked angrily as he held Bilbo.
"I said… drop him!" Spike yelled at him. "Now!"
Tom throws Bilbo at Spike who managed to catch him, but knock them both down. That was when Thórin, Fíli, Kíli, Bálin, Dóri, Dwálin, Glóin, Nóri, Óin, Óri, Dís, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Angel, Cordelia, Riley, Xander, Anya, Harmony, Faith, Tara, Oz, Willow, Spike, Buffy, Heidi, Larry, Gwen, Kyle, Roy, Tor, Scott, Lance, Devon, Amy, Owen, and Percy charge out of the bushes yelling and brandishing their weapons. They begin fighting the trolls, hacking, slashing, and hammering their legs. As the Scooby Gang and Company fight, Bilbo grabs William's knife and cuts the ropes, freeing the ponies. Tom, seeing this, grabs Bilbo. Both groups stop fighting when they see the trolls holding Bilbo by the the arms and legs.
"Bilbo!" Kíli shouted when he noticed Bilbo been held.
"No, don't!" Riley shouted, preventing him from doing it.
"Lay down your arms, or we'll rip his off." Tom threatened.
Thórin looks at Bilbo in frustration, then plants his sword in the ground. The others were forced to drop their swords and weapons well.
"What are they going to do to us now?" Willow asked nervously.
Gwen turns to Cordelia with a frightful look on her face. "Cordy, do you think they're going to eat us?"
"I have a feeling in my heart that they might." Cordelia assumed in a worried tone.
Later on, Bert, Tom, and William had tied Dwálin, Bofur, Dóri, Óri, and Nóri onto a spit and are roasting them over a fire while Bilbo, Angel, Buffy, Thórin, Fíli, Kíli, Faith, Amy, Cordelia, Devon, Gwen, Harmony, Heidi, Jonathan, Kyle, Anya, Lance, Larry, Owen, Oz, Percy, Rhonda, Roy, Scott, Spike, Tor, Willow, Xander, Bálin, Glóin, Óin, Bombur, and Bifur were tied up in sacks nearby.
"Well this is fun." Harmony spat. "Getting ourselves tied up by a trio of nasty, ugly trolls who are now going to eat us."
"I don't want to be eaten." Lance cried. "I'm too young to be eaten at this certain time."
"Do you really think this is necessary?" Willow asked shyly.
"Don't bother cooking them." William argued. "Let's just sit on them and squash them into jelly."
"They should be sauteed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage." Bert said, sprinkling sage on the dwarves.
"Ooh, that does sound quite nice." William said, astonished.
"I don't want to die." Jonathan muttered to himself many times.
"Will you stop that?" Larry snapped quietly at him.
"Never mind the seasoning; we ain't got all night! Dawn ain't far away, so let's get a move on. I don't fancy being turned to stone." William informed.
While the others were arguing, making noises, and talking in fear, Bilbo was the only one who heard what Tom said. That was when he had an idea.
"Wait!" Bilbo called the trolls. "You are making a terrible mistake."
"What are you doing?" Percy shouted at the hobbit.
"You can't reason with them, they're half-wits!" Dóri cried.
"Half-wits? What does that make us?" Xander asked.
"I don't have a bloody clue." Spike groaned in frustration.
Bilbo manages to stand up, although still tied up in a sack. "Uh, I meant with the, uh, with, uh, with the seasoning."
"What about the seasoning?" Bert asked.
"Well have you smelt them?" Bilbo asked him. "You're going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up."
"What?" Roy exclaimed.
"Traitor!" Anya yelled.
"Traitor!" Devon shouted.
"What are you doing?" Lysette cried.
"I'll get you for this!" Kyle shouted angrily at the hobbit.
"What do you know about cooking a dwarves or humans?" Tom asked in a growl.
"Shut up, and let the, uh, burglar hobbit talk." Bert said, allowing Bilbo to continue.
"Uh, th-the secret to cooking dwarf is, um-" Bilbo thought.
"Yes? Come on." Bert urged him hastily. "Tell us the secret."
"Ye-yes, I'm telling you, the secret is … to skin them first!" Bilbo replied.
"Skin us!" Cordelia cried in shock.
"Are you insane?" Xander yelled.
"If I get you, you little twerp!" Rhonda bellowed.
"Tom, get me the filleting knife." Bert said to him with a grin. "This burglar hobbit is proving a good worth of assistance."
The Scoobies and the Dwarves started to yell and shout at Bilbo, thinking that he betrayed them.
"Oh that's a load of rubbish!" Tom exclaimed and argued. "I've eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all."
Suddenly, Angel turns to sees Gandalf slipping behind some trees nearby. Then, he finally realized that Bilbo was actually stalling them.
"What is he doing?" Buffy asked nervously.
"He's stalling them." Angel whispered back to her. "Think of that, we need to do the exact same thing."
"Right." Buffy whispered, nodding her head to his agreement. Then, she turns to Xander. "Xander, we need to stall them."
"Stall them?" Xander asked, bewildered. "How?"
"Because Bilbo is stalling them." Buffy said truthfully.
"Wait, is that what he was doing the whole time?" Xander asked quietly. "Stalling?"
"We need to stall them." Buffy whispered.
"You know, Tom's right!" William said. "Nothing wrong with a bit of raw human!" He grabs Cordelia, who is in a sack, and dangles her upside down over his mouth.
"O-Oh no!" Cordelia cried. "Help!"
"Not-not her, she—she's infected!" Bilbo exclaimed.
"Huh!" William asked.
"You what?" Tom asked as well.
"Yeah, she's got worms in her… tubes." Bilbo lied.
"What did you just say?" Cordelia asked, crying.
William drops Cordelia back into the pile in disgust.
"OW!" Cordelia screamed.
"In-in fact they all have, they're in-infested with parasites." Bilbo continued to stall them as much as he could. "It's a terrible business; I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't."
"Parasites, did he say parasites?" Óin asked.
"We don't have parasites!" Kíli yelled at him. "You have parasites!"
"What are you talking about, laddie?" Glóin asked, growling.
The rest of the dwarves chime in about how they don't have parasites and how Bilbo was acting like a fool. Bilbo rolls his eyes as the dwarves mess up his plan. Buffy understood his plan and kicks one of the dwarves. They then understand and go along with it. All the Dwarves and Scoobies begin proclaiming about how they're "riddled" with parasites.
"The dwarves are right." Gwen called to the trolls. "I got parasites too."
"Mine are the biggest parasites, I've got huge parasites!" Larry exclaimed.
"We're riddled with parasites." Willow said shyly.
"Yes we are. Badly!" Xander claimed.
"I'm infected too." Tara claimed as well.
"So am I." Jonathan cried nervously.
"We're all infected with parasites, I was born with parasites." Cordelia said, making it up.
"I've got one parasite that is big as my heart." Spike joked.
Tom walked up to Bilbo. "What would you have us do, then, let 'em all go?" He asked him in a low growl.
"Well..." Bilbo paused.
"You think I don't know what you're up to?" Bert growled at pushed him away twice with his finger. Then he turns to Bert. "This little ferret is taking us for fools!"
"Did he just call us ferrets?" Faith asked Spike.
Gandalf appears on top of a large rock above the clearing and yells. "The dawn will take you all!"
"Who's that?" Tom asked, staring at the wizard.
"No idea." Bert replied.
"Can we eat him too?" William asked.
Gandalf strikes the rock with his staff, splitting it in half, allowing the sunlight behind it to pour into the clearing. When the sunlight touches the trolls' skin, they begin turning into stone amidst loud screams and howls of pain. Within seconds, there are three stone statues of trolls in the clearing. All the dwarves and the Scooby Gang cheer for Gandalf and looked on in amazement while Dwálin, Bofur, Dóri, Óri, and Nóri were still groaning and remained tied on the spit uncomfortably.
After the deaths of Bert, Tom, and William, who were all petrified by the light of the sun, Dwálin, Bofur, Dóri, Óri, and Nóri were freed by Larry, Oz, Xander, Faith, and Scott.
"Here we go!" Larry said, untying Bofur.
"Thanks lad." Bofur replied.
"Don't mention it." Larry said, giving him a nod.
"Man that was something." Xander sighed in relief.
"I felt suffocated when those ugly trolls placed me in that sack." Anya scoffed.
"Well at least we're alright." Xander said.
Anya walked up to observe one of the stoned trolls. "Sunlight kills vampires, and sunlight turns trolls into stone. How weird is that?"
Gandalf walks to one of the troll statues and thumps it with his staff, with a pleased smile on his face.
Angel walks over to Gandalf and asked. "So where did you run off too?"
"To look ahead." Gandalf replied to him.
"And what brought you back?" Spike asked as he came to them.
"Looking behind." Gandalf shrugged. "Nasty business. Still, they are all in one piece."
"Well no thanks to your burglar." Angel admired about Bilbo. "It was really cleaver of what he did."
"And at least he had the nous to play for time." Harmony said.
"I'm surprised that none of us could've thought of that." Rhonda said in disgust and rolled her eyes.
"Where did these trolls actually come from?" Buffy asked, examining the statues.
"They must have come down from the Ettenmoors." Gandalf assumed during his examinination on the statues.
"Since when do stone trolls venture this far south?" Thórin asked.
"Oh, not for an age... not since a darker power ruled these lands." Gandalf remembered.
"What kind of dark power do you mention?" Amy asked.
"Well these trolls couldn't move in daylight." Angel said. "Its possible in the daytime that these creatures find a place to prevent themselves from been turned to stone."
"Caves!" Buffy answered. "Its possible that these trolls sleep in caves during the daytime."
"Then there must be one nearby." Thórin said.
The Company of Oakenshield and the Scooby Gang find a large cave troll, which was where Bert, Tom, and William have lived. Everyone looks around and stares in awe when they notice that the whole place was filled with treasure that the trolls had hoarded.
"Oh, what is that horrible stench?" Cordelia asked, holding her nose.
"I don't want to know." Faith said, holding her nose too.
"It's a troll hoard." Gandalf said. "Be careful what you touch."
Inside, the Scoobies stare in wonder at the piles of gold coins and other treasure in caskets.
"Seems a shame just to leave this gold lying around." Jonathan stared in wonder.
"Yeah." Larry nodded. "I mean anyone could take it."
Scott grabs a handful of gold coins and scoffed in excitement. "We hit a jackpot!"
"WOW!" Percy exclaimed and grabbed a bag of gold coins.
"We're making a long term deposit." Kyle chuckled in excitement.
While exploring, Buffy finds two swords covered in cobwebs. "These swords were not made by any troll." She hands one to Gandalf and keeps the other one.
"Nor were they made by any smith among men." Gandalf examined the sword and draws it out in his hand out of its sheath a few inches. Then, his eyes widen in surprise. "These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age."
"The High Elves of the First Age?" Buffy asked, sounding bewildered.
Thórin overheard everything and leaves the cave in disgust. Xander notices.
"Hey what's his problem?" Oz whispered to him about Thórin.
"I don't have the slightest idea." Xander whispered back.
Buffy, however, holds on to the sword. She draws it out of its sheath a few inches as well. "This is very interesting." She whispered in awe. "I've never seen sword look like this before."
As everyone was moving out of the cave with a lot of items, especially all the gold that lied around, Gandalf steps on something metallic. Brushing aside the leaves beneath him with his staff, he finds another sword. Gandalf exits the cave and heads over to where Bilbo is sitting.
"Bilbo!" Gandalf called to him and hands the hobbit the sword he just found. "Here. This is about your size."
Bilbo examines the sword and responded. "I can't take this."
"The blade is of Elvish make which means it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby." Gandalf explained about the sword.
"I have never used a sword in my life." Bilbo said.
"And I hope you never have to." Gandalf continued. "But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one."
"Something's coming!" Spike yelled.
"Stay together!" Buffy yelled as well. "Arm yourselves!"
"Come on!" Faith shouted and drew out both her sword and stake in defense.