2. Chapter Two: Ugly, Stinking, Trolls (1/2)

~rosie and i took up rooms at 'the prancing pony' that night, they even had hobbit sized rooms! in the morning, after second

eakfast, however we had to leave, and by dinner she and i were in the middle of what seemed like nowhere.

until we saw a

idge.

"wait!" i cried, ripping a map out of my pack, i had taken the map from a frame in my home; "that's the last

idge...we're leaving the shire!" i cried, jumping up and down and hugging rosie, we probably looked manic, jumping up and down and cheering. we both ran forwards as the sun began to give his throne to the moon, the became colder now, but, we didn't care, we were making progress! we hugged each other tightly and smiled as we both stepped off of the last

idge and onto midgewater.

rosie now had the map and i watched her face fall "what's the matter?" i asked, coming down from my high of excitement.

"we're entering troll territory, myrtle. we didn't

ing weapons, we'll surely be killed!" rosie cried, i rushed to her side and smiled. i grasped her shoulders and turned her to me.

"hey, listen, my great-great-uncle bilbo fought against trolls, he distracted them until the sun rose and saved a company of thirteen dwarves! he didn't do it with weapons, and if he can do it without weapons, we can do it without weapons. we're hobbits for goodness sakes! we can sneak around them if we want, trolls are clumsy and stupid, we could easily slip away." i assured, rosie smiled and nodded.

"alright...wait, how do you know all of that?"

"my great-grandfather frodo told me some stories before he passed on to paradise" i said as we began to walk again.

~two hours later and rosie and i had been engulfed by trees, we walked slower, so as to not make as much noise. i held the map and smiled "look, rosie, there's rivendell! that's where all the elves live! my great-great-uncle bilbo and my great-grandfather frodo both had encounters in rivendell, elrond is the elf who established it, he's still the highest elf there today" i said, staring at the map.

rosie nodded absent mindedly, she didn't care.

soon, rosie and i heard loud trees snapping, we both gasped and we ran deeper into the forest, away from the path. i shoved her to the ground behind a bush, where we both hid in silent wait for a troll.

we didn't have to wait long.

four of them, big, horrible, ugly, stinking trolls. their skin was a greenish grey and they wore dirty, greasy rags for clothes. warts and scars covered their bodies and two of the trolls carried at least ten deer whilst the other two carried herbs and pots. rosie and i barely

eathed. one of them stopped on the road "oy, what's the hold up?" another one asked, turning to see his comrade stationary.

"i...smell...somethin'. i've never smelt it before, but it smells good" the stationary one said, rosie grasped my hand and squeezed. the other three began smelling the air as well.

"hey! i smell it too! it smells sweet, almost like a strawberry...i like strawberries." one holding the deer said, the one that held the pots smacked the one holding the deer in the head.

"shut up! you're going to scare it away!" the troll with the pots said. they stayed for a few more moments before hearing something else move and hurriedly following it, rosie and i hid for around twenty more moments before hesitantly stepping on the road again, all of a sudden i heard a deep voice yell.

"now!" and i was picked off of the ground. rosie screamed as she too was lifted from the road, i was too much in shock to scream. the troll holding me smelt me and smiled.

"it's this one! this one smells like strawberries!" i balled my right hand into a fist and punched the troll in the nose, the troll laughed and sniffed me again.

"myrtle! help!" rosie screamed, her voice was horse with fear.

"leave her alone!" i yelled, biting the troll's thumb that held me. he cried and dropped me, thankfully, i landed on my feet, when i did i ran into the woods and gathered some of the biggest rocks i could find, holding them close to me and running back to the road, all of the trolls were turned to rosie, and tears streamed down my best friend's face.

she thought i abandoned her.

i put the rocks on the road and lifted the biggest one, taking aim, and chucking it at my friend's captor's head. he cried out and rosie went sailing to the ground. she landed and i soon found all four trolls running after me! i climbed into the trees and remembered something my great-great-uncle bilbo did when he saved all thirteen dwarves from the spiders of mirkwood.

he sang.

"old, fat spider spinning in the trees, old, fat spider can't see me! attacop, attacop, won't you stop? stop your spinning and look at me! old, dumb, naughty, old, big, body, old, dumb, naughty can't spy me! attacop, attacop, down you drop, you'll never catch me up your tree!"

that is the song my great-great-uncle bilbo sang, however, i sang a different tune.

"big, fat trolls wallowing away, big, fat trolls won't you come and play? attacop, attacop, follow me! follow me, if you can! big, stupid, clumsy, big, old, nutty, big, stupid, clumsy can't find me! haha! attacop, attacop, you big fop, you'll never catch me anyway!"