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A Hobbit's Rescue	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 5698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five – An Encounter with Trolls
The journey passed with only a few difficulties, and Thorin was rather pleased with the pace they had set as well as the progress of Adamanta Baggins. She was practicing every evening on her self-defense with Dwalin, going between sword and hand to hand combat. The captain of the guard had commented that the girl was committed to her lessons, and it was obvious he was pleased with her progress.
Adamanta had made herself useful, hunting when she could to help extend their supplies and foraging as well. The company had gotten used to having extra vegetables in the soup pot, which had helped to fill them up even further each night. She’d spent time learning how to set up camp, take care of her pony, and helped Bombur each night with the cooking.
Thorin was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the sounds of his nephews squawking and looked up in time to see a furious hobbit dragging his nephews into the campsite by the ears. He recalled she had been sent to bring the two their evening meal since they’d been assigned the task of watching the ponies.
“What’s going on,” he asked, looking as startled as the others. This was the first time they had seen her lose her temper, and the king was rather curious as to the reason behind her wrath.
“No offense, Master Thorin, Ori, but these two are proper idiots,” she snapped, dragging them into the center of the campsite before letting them go. Both dwarves rubbed their ears, looking frustrated and a bit put out.
It was taking quite a bit of control not to laugh at his nephews. The sight of the tiny hobbit lass keeping both of the princes pouting and cowering somewhat was incredibly amusing. Given the look on Balin’s face, it seemed he was having the same issue.
“I went to deliver their meals and found them looking rather serious. When I asked them what was going on, I was informed there were ponies missing. There were trees uprooted, and two more ponies went missing while we were talking. After I pointed out the trees, they decided to follow the trail.”
Fili and Kili tried to protest at this point, but they hushed when she gave them a warning look. Thorin was reminded of his sister, and it was a struggle to keep his laughter buried.
“We find out the cause of the problem, and what do these two idiots do? They want to send me in to steal the ponies back from three trolls. I have no knife to cut them loose, and they tell me that if I get into trouble to hoot like a barn owl and a brown owl. I don’t know what either of them sound like! Idiots,” she growled, giving them another dirty look.
“Three trolls,” Thorin asked, amusement forgotten while giving his nephews a stern glance. “You were going to send her to steal the ponies without any form of weapon?”
“She’s quiet and our burglar; we thought she’d be all right,” Fili commented, wincing when he was cuffed by his uncle.
“One, she is still in training and there’s no way she can go against three fully grown trolls,” he growled. “Two, you should have come back here and told me so we can make plans. We’re going to have a very long talk about this once we handle the problem.”
Adamanta belted on her sword, drawing in a slow breath as she watched what was going on. She watched as the others armed themselves, debating on what needed to done. The hobbit looked up, judging what the time was by the night sky.
“Miss Baggins, while we distract them, would you be willing to free the ponies?”
“Now that I have Sting with me, I can do it,” she told Thorin.
“Right, let’s do this,” he commented, grabbing his weapons and checking to see everyone was ready. He led the group to the clearing, spotting the trolls as they argued around the deep pot that had something cooking in it.
As soon as the group of dwarves rushed into the clearing, Adamanta moved silently to the pen where the ponies were being kept. She could see they were frightened, and she shook her head. This wouldn’t work because as soon as she opened the pen, the animals would escape and leave them stranded.
The hobbit decided to wait, keeping Sting drawn as she did so. She watched the fight, eyes wide as the dwarves fought the slow moving trolls. The small girl kept herself hidden, hoping that her companions would be all right.
Adamanta had to move when one troll nearly stepped on her, forcing her to break her cover. She dodged a grab, trying to evade the hand that tried to reach for her. The girl managed to evade the troll several times before she was tripped by a sword that had been dropped for some reason.
The hobbit didn’t loosen her grip on her sword as she was picked up, and she slashed at the face that appeared once the troll lifted her to stare at her figure. Sting bit into the soft tissue of the eye lid and into the eye.
The troll cried out and instead of dropping as she had hoped, the creature held onto her even tighter. She felt something snap in her side and screamed in pain, dropping Sting. The cry was heard, and the dwarves fought even harder in hopes of helping her.
“Drop your weapons,” he growled, tightening his grip on her. “Drop them or she gets squashed!”
She managed to bite back a second cry when another snap in her side was felt; Adamanta shook her head, not wanting them to disarm themselves. Before she could stop it, a cry escaped her when a third snap was felt.
The dwarves dropped their weapons, not wanting their hobbit hurt any further. They watched as she was tossed into a sack before they were stripped and separated.
Adamanta gasped in pain as she was dropped beside Kili, head leaning against his shoulder for a moment. He could hear her breathing and could tell she was in pain. Worry colored his voice, dropping it a bit as he queried her.
“Are you all right, Miss Baggins?”
“I think I’ve got ribs broken,” she murmured, trying not to breathe too deeply. “I’ll make it though. We have to find a way out of this.”
“The question is how,” he said softly, watching as some of their companions were tied to a spit. “We’re at a disadvantage here. They’re too big and difficult to stop because of the thickness of their skin.”
“We still have our wits,” she told him, trying to think of the lore she could remember about trolls. “We need to stall them somehow.”
His eyes met hers, and the two seemed to have a moment of thinking the same thing.
“Dawn,” he murmured, giving a small smirk as the blond haired hobbit nodded.
“According to Mama’s stories, sunlight is a troll’s only real weakness,” she answered back. “We need to think of a way to stall them.”
The two were quiet for a moment, and she gave him a saucy grin when she heard the topic being discussed by the trolls. This was something the lass could work with.
“Cooking,” she whispered. “Perfect topic for a hobbit. Try to keep the others from gaining too much attention, please? They won’t be too happy with me for what I’m about to do.”
“Will do,” Kili said, watching as she struggled to a sitting position. He knew she had to be hurting, but he couldn’t see any signs of it on her face.
“Wait, please! You’re making a mistake! That’s no way to cook a dwarf!”
The self-appointed chef of the trio turned to face the hobbit with a look of doubt on his face.
“What would you know about cooking dwarf?”
“Oh, only loads,” Adamanta told them. “The reason you never really hear of my people is because we’re the top predators. Humans, elves, and dwarves fear us because we’ll do anything for a good meal. Dwarf happened to my mother’s favorite meat, and she gave me so very many delicious recipes. I’ll be honest, Mr. Troll. You’re going about this the wrong way.”
“How so,” the troll demanded, staring at the hobbit. She returned his gaze fearlessly, mind racing as she reached for the recipe of the toughest meat she’d ever worked with.
“The problem with cooking dwarf is in the quality of the meat. Elves and humans are pretty stringy but reasonably tender after butchering. Dwarves, not so much, and it’s because of their more active lifestyle. The meat is incredibly tough and requires a lot of preparation to make them enjoyable to eat.”
Adamanta heard some sounds of protesting going on beside her and then a muffled sound that resembled someone being kicked. She mentally thanked Kili and paid attention as another troll protested against her comment.
“I’ve eaten loads of dwarf raw, and I ain’t had no problem with it.”
“I bet they tasted terrible too,” she told him. “Tough, no seasoning, and probably didn’t smell quite right. Cooking them for a long time not only helps tenderize the meat but also handles the aroma issue. Truthfully, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of these techniques by now.”
“How would you do it then,” the so-called chef asked the hobbit.
“First, rinse the meat down really well to remove any impurities. Grit can be so nasty on the teeth,” she began, just knowing she was going to hear about this later. “Afterwards, you need to prepare a good marinade and also a broth to braise the meat in. Depending on your mood, I can think of at least four herbal preparations that would really make the meat taste amazing! My mother had this one dish she did with mint that was incredible.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a gray robed figure and knew she was about to get the assistance she needed.
“Why would we need grass to make it all better?”
“Well, if you don’t want to listen to me, then there may be one other expert that will be able to convince you.”
“What’s that,” the troll asked and she gave a grin when a deep voice called out.
“The dawn will take you all!”
The rock Gandalf had been on split, allowing the rosy beams of the rising sun to coat the small clearing they were in. The trolls had no time to react as their bodies turned into stone.
Adamanta sighed, eyes closing as relief flood through her and removed the fear she’d been experiencing. They were safe and hopefully not too angry with her.
She felt the rope that kept her sack tied to her being cut away and opened her eyes to find Thorin was the one setting her free.
“Stalling them was a wise decision,” he told her, sounding rather proud.
“Kili and I both realized that we had to last until dawn,” she admitted. “We got lucky in the topic that was brought up; a hobbit can literally talk about cooking for hours. I’ve seen it happen before and figured I could use that to stall them. I’m sorry if I sounded a bit rude.”
“Not rude,” Kili chirped, very pleased with her performance. “Utterly brilliant though. I don’t think I could’ve managed.”
“He’s right,” the king admitted. “You did well, Miss Baggins.”
“Thank you, Master Thorin,” she replied, shakily climbing to her feet. “I didn’t free the ponies; they were too afraid, and I knew they’d bolt if I got the gate untied.”
“It’s fine,” he replied. “I sent Ori and Nori to gather our belongings. We will be heading out once we find their hoard.”
Thorin headed to find Gandalf, knowing the wizard would want to inspect the hoard as well, and Adamanta went to pick up her sword. She winced when she leaned over to pick it up, feeling her ribs protest the movement. Just as she was about to call for Oin for help, there was a loud ruckus as an odd looking man on a sled drawn by rabbits appeared.
“You all right, Miss Baggins,” Nori asked, handing her travel pack to her. He’d tied her bed roll to it, and she was grateful to him. The blond donned her pack, remembering Thorin’s words on wanting to leave soon.
“Sore but I’ll be all right,” she replied, then froze when an eerie sound filled the small clearing. “Please tell me those aren’t wolves.”
“Not wolves,” Fili answered as Kili drew his bow, notching an arrow. “Wargs.”
“We’ve lost the ponies,” Ori cried as the terrified animals kicked the gate down, running away from the sound of the approaching predators.
Adamanta drew Sting, waiting as the warg and rider entered the clearing. An arrow dropped the rider, and both Dwalin and Bifur were on the warg, dispatching it within moments. She shook her head, hearing the small argument between Thorin and Gandalf.
“It doesn’t matter now,” she cried out to them. “If there’s a scout then isn’t there usually a group behind them?”
After the odd wizard offered to draw off the pack, the company choose a different direction and began to run. The hobbit had sheathed her weapon, not wanting to injure herself with it as she hurried. Her side was aching badly, and she forced herself to keep quiet about it. There was no time for it to be checked, and all she could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other.
The fight that followed when Gandalf disappeared was terrifying, and she almost wished to have the trolls back. Dwalin kept her back, knowing her skills were not ready for this type of action yet, but she kept her blade drawn in case she needed to jump in.
After Gandalf had shown a safe area, she was about to head in when she realized Kili was still engaging the enemy and wasn’t following. The hobbit hurried back, grabbing him by his tunic and pulling him out of the way of a warg that was about to attack from the side. She pushed him into the hole, then yelped when Thorin threw her in too.
Adamanta struggled to her knees, sheathing Sting while Thorin spotted the arrow in the goblin that had followed her down.
“Elves,” he spat, shaking his head. “Kili, are you hurt?”
“Miss Baggins got me out of the way in time, uncle,” he called back, settling his bow for the moment. “I’m fine,” he reassured his family member.
“There’s a path ahead,” Bofur called back. “Should we follow it or head back out?”
“Follow it,” Dwalin called back, heading to where the dwarf was. The others were behind him, and the hobbit trailed behind the group.
“Are you all right, Miss Baggins?”
The blond haired female looked up, spying Kili and Fili looking down at her, and managed to give them a wan smile.
“Tired,” she tried to reassure them. “I’ll be all right once I’m able to rest for a while.”
They stayed beside her as they followed the group, and the hobbit tilted her head for a moment.
“What is it,” the archer asked her.
“A very old magic, bound to the earth,” she answered. “I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
“That, my child, is because of where we are,” Gandalf called back, smiling when she emerged from the cave. “This is the valley of Imladris, otherwise known as…”
“Rivendell,” she whispered, finally getting to see the valley that her mother had often described in her stories. “I thought I’d never get to see it. Mama spoke of it so often.”
“Your mother has been here before,” Balin asked as the group made their way down the path.
“Oh yes, several times,” she answered the advisor. “She was named elf friend when she helped rescue one of Lord Elrond’s children.”
“You’ll have to tell us that story one day,” Ori begged, interested to know what the hobbit woman had done to gain that title.
“Remind me, Ori, and I will. It’s a good story,” she replied, keeping her breathing shallow as they crossed the bridge to the courtyard. She wasn’t feeling well, and it seemed the stubbornness of dwarves as well as elves were not going to make things easier on her.
The difficulty breathing became worse when the company circled in tightly around her, jostling her as she was pushed behind Gloin for protection when a group of elves on horseback arrived and circled around them.
Elrond dismounted and before Gandalf could say anything, a cry of dismay was heard when the hobbit lass lost her battle to stay conscious.
“Miss Baggins,” Kili cried, catching her before she fell.
The elf lord pushed his way through the crowd of dwarves, checking on the unconscious hobbit.
“She’s having difficulty breathing due to broken ribs,” he told the brunette dwarf. “Follow me, quickly. We need to get her to the Halls of Healing.”
Kili followed without argument, leaving the dwarves and Gandalf to follow Lindir to a place where they could rest until news of their companion was delivered to them. All of the members of the company were concerned and hoped the lass would be all right.
Author’s End Note – I may have changed up who did what, but I was too tired to dig up the movie and this was written while my ‘net was down. Sorry if I made mistakes, but I think it still reads all right. Please let me know what you thought of the chapter! Laran
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