Previously on The Lost Prince...
Without thinking Haraldur straightens, as he starts calmly walking in to the forest, with his sword by his side in a tight grip.
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William starts throwing logs onto the fire with Dwalin, Fili, Oin and Gloin tied to the spit, groaning and protesting. The others being tied up in sacks nearby, stacked on top of each other.
Bert tends to the spit, spinning it back and forth. Tom approaches him.
"Don't bother cooking them. Let's just sit on them and squash them into jelly."
"They should be sauteed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage." Bert suggest with a hungry look on his face.
"Well, that does sound quite nice." Tom thought.
"Never mind the seasoning; we ain't got all night! Dawn ain't far away and I don't fancy being turned to stone." William shouts looking worriedly in the distance.
Hearing this Bilbo's face lights up. He has an idea.
"Wait! You are making a terrible mistake!" Bilbo shouts struggling to stand up in his sack.
"You can't reason with them, they're half-wits." Gloin shouted trying to get Bilbo's attention.
"Half-wits? What does that make us?" Fili asks confused.
"I meant with the seasoning." Bilbo says to the trolls while rolling his eye at the two dwarfs, while managing to stand up.
"What about the seasoning?" One of the smelly trolls demanded.
"Well, have you smelt them? You're going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up." Scrunching his nose in disgust.
The dwarves started to yell in protest. All of a sudden a dagger came shooting out of the forest hitting one of the trolls in the shoulder. Yelling out in pain the trolls tried getting the dagger out, in doing so made the dwarves stop their protests, turning their heads they heard a chuckle coming from the darkness of the forest. The first thing they saw was glowing blue eyes that made shivers run down their backs, out stepped their fellow comrade with the Durin smirk.
"You have to excuse me for not being so welcoming, but you did kidnap and did on tend on eating them sooooo we're basically even," Haraldur said with an viscous smile on his face holding his sword in his right hand as he streched in arms out in a challenging and intimidating way.
Growling the troll William looked at the dwarf murderously, "HOW DARE YOU! YOU-YOU HALF WIT-!" The troll was cut off by a dagger inbedded between his eyes making the troll eyes cross and fall on impact onto the ground. Seeing this made everyone look on in shock.
"How terribly rude. Did his mother ever teach him manners" the mercenary drawled out, as he leant on his sword his arms crossed over one another with his sword digging in the ground. A bored expression painted on his face, the trolls slowly turned to him rage filling there faces seeing this made Haraldur smirk.
"Oh? Did I make you mad? Do you want me to apologise?" Getting up from his position, leaving his sword sticking in the ground. Haraldur took slow steady steps towards them. Coming up beside Bilbo as he gently pushed the hobbit behind him.
"Well." Taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry. That was rather rude of me, I shouldn't of killed your friend. I should of let him finished speaking. I shouldn't of stabbed him"
The sad look that was given towards the trolls was quickly turned into a devious smirk.
"I should have ripped his head off"
Hearing that sentence come out of his mouth enraged the trolls. They suddenly began running towards the dwarfs intending to make the ground flow with his blood.
Different thoughts passed through the dwarfs heads. They were worried for their friend, he angered the trolls making them more mad than anyone has ever seen. They couldn't look.
Taking a deep breath everything slowed, it was like someone freeze time. The trolls were at least 2 feet in front of him, when he took out a dagger from his boot slicing the arteries in the necks, quickly moving to the next one he did the same, making them drop instantly. Releasing a breath everything went back to normal.
To everyone else it happened so fast. It was like a blur. The only the thing they saw was the trolls standing in front of their fellow dwarf next them lying dead in a pool of their own blood behind him.
Shocked.
That was the only thought going through their minds.
They were brought out of their thought by a sound of a booming voice.
"The dawn will take you all!" They saw Gandalf on top of a boulder about to break it.
"Gandalf!" Hearing Haraldur shout his name, making him stop what he was about to do.
"What are you doing?"
"Saving you all. What does it look like?" Gave a deadpanned look to the blue eyed dwarf.
"From what?"
Looking from the boy, the wizard looked around seeing dead bodies of the trolls, and shocked shocked faces of the dwarfs, who were still tied up by the way, seeing this the wizard gave a long tired sigh.
"You beat me to it again. Didn't you?"
Smirking with his hands on his hips he looked up at his old friend. "Your getting slow old man, I can't help it if your not here on time"
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Authors note 📝
Hi everyone!
I hope you are well and having an amazing day. I'm having a bit of writers block with this one and I'm going to Australia at the end of this week so I'll try and get some writing down.
Again if you have any opinions, questions, there was any grammar mistakes or just mistakes in general please let me know.
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