Trolls! – Part 7

Last week, I left Nerissa (my Hobbit OC) in a bag on the ground, trying to get free, and Bilbo had just convinced the trolls to skin their prisoners first before eating them. How will the dwarves and she ever get out of this mess? Well, read on to find out in the final part of my OC Hobbit fanfiction, Trolls!

We were done for. Bert the troll seemed pretty taken with Bilbo’s idea of skinning the dwarves. “Tom, get me the filleting knife,” Bert said, looking pleased.

The idea of skinning the dwarves made me want to get sick again, but I resisted the urge and instead focused on wriggling my hand up through the hole at the top of the sack. Almost got it free, I thought. I froze in place when I saw Bert’s eyes on me. If I moved now, he’d catch me.

“What a load of rubbish! I’ve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all,” Tom the troll protested.

“e’s right! Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf! Nice and crunchy!” Bill ran over to where we were laying, and his huge hand swept right in front of my face. I was shaking with terror, sure I would be the one he’d pick to eat. His hand lingered for a second near my feet, but then the huge hand moved, and instead grabbed Bombur’s legs and hauled him up off the ground. All the trolls’ attention was suddenly on the fat dwarf held by his feet over the gaping mouth of the troll.

Shaking but more motivated than ever, I slipped my hand out of the bag and frantically bit, tugged, ripped, pulled, and picked at the knot that kept the bag tight. I had almost worked it loose when Bilbo shouted, “Not—not that one, he—he’s infected!”

With that shout, the troll’s attention was turned back towards the group, and I was forced to stop working.

“Yeah, he’s got worms in his…tubes,” Bilbo explained to Tom. “In—in fact they all have, they’re in—infested with parasites. It’s a terrible business; I wouldn’t risk it, I really wouldn’t.”

Repulsed by this information, the troll flung Bombur back into the pile of dwarves. Bombur was saved for the moment, but the dwarves were outraged and began shouting angrily.

“Parasites, did he say parasites?” cried Oin.

“We don’t have parasites! You have parasites!” Kili shouted angrily.

I was suddenly jostled as Thorin kicked the dwarves into silence. He didn’t say anything only glared at them. Understanding dawned on the dwarves, and they all began to agree with Bilbo. “Mine are the biggest parasites, I’ve got huge parasites!” Kili yelled at the trolls, along with the rest of the dwarves as they all proclaimed their infectious conditions at the top of their lungs.

While the others were shouting, Thorin leaned back to me. “Are you free?”

“Almost,” I whispered.

“Go along with Bilbo’s plan. When you’re free, grab our weapons,” he instructed.

I gave him a nod so that he knew I understood.

“What would you have us do, then, let ‘em all go?” asked Tom.

“Well…” began Bilbo.

“You think I don’t know what you’re up to? This little ferret is taking us for fools!” Tom knocked Bilbo with the back of his hand.

“Ferret?” Bilbo asked offended.

“Fools?” Tom spat back.

The trolls’ attention was suddenly diverted to a shadowy figure on top of a rock. I didn’t care who it was, only used the opportunity to yank the knot free, scramble out of the bag, and make a mad dash and slide for the weapons before the trolls saw I was loose. As my hands grasped the hilt of a sword, I heard a loud, commanding voice shout, “The dawn will take you all!”

I looked up, and there was Gandalf. He lifted his arms high above his head, and brought the end of his staff smashing down against the rock. It split in two, and the first rays of golden sunlight, filled the valley. The trolls shrieked and pulled away as the sunlight hit their eyes, and turned their brown skin into cold grey stone. Their screams were suddenly gone, and the trolls were frozen in place. Realizing that the danger had passed, we let out a cheer. We were saved!

Thanks for reading all seven parts! 🙂

~ Kayla

Trolls! – Part 6

It’s all well and good until the ponies get taken, you’re sent out to find them, and end up being captured with your friends by a bunch of trolls. Just ruins the week, doesn’t it? That’s exactly the situation my Hobbit OC Nerissa finds herself in. Right now, she and her friends, the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, are tied up on the ground and about to become a troll dinner. Read on to find out what happens!

The fire blazed brightly beside us. Two long pieces of wood shaped liked “y”s flanked either side of it, and a huge log was laid across them, creating a spit. And on that spit were five of my friends, being roasted by three hungry trolls. The rest of us were tied up in sacks on the ground. Though it was hardly the time to be worrying about such things, I couldn’t help but notice the sacks smelled worse than the trolls. I was doing my best to breathe through my mouth. When I said I wanted an adventure, I didn’t imagine I’d be tied up on the ground about to be eaten.

“Don’t bother cooking them. Let’s just sit on them and squash them into jelly,” the troll called Bill said.

“They should be sautéed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage,” countered Bert.

My stomach, already sick from fear and the foul smelling sacks, rebelled at the thought of the dwarves being eaten. I rolled over on my side in time to vomit into the dirt. I lay there for a moment, weak and dizzy, and then felt a kick in my back. I lifted my head and turned towards the direction the kick had come from.

It was Thorin. The trolls had thrown me next to him when we were piled up. “See if you can get the weapons,” he hissed to me. I nodded my head to let him know I’d heard.

I twisted around, looking for where the weapons had been piled. At my feet were Bilbo and Balin, and then just slightly beyond them lay the weapons. I tried wriggling my shoulders, attempting to loosen the bag and make space to bring my hands up. I had just managed to work my one shoulder free when I froze, seeing the troll turn his eyes back to his prisoners.

“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,” said Tom the troll. He turned back to the fire.

I began to wriggle my other shoulder free. It wasn’t easy, since the bag was pretty tight against me. I twisted, turned, and squirmed until finally the bag was loose, and I could poke one hand out of the hole at the top. I was really making progress, until Bilbo called out, “Wait! You are making a terrible mistake.” The trolls’ attention turned back to us. I heard Thorin groan. What was Bilbo doing?

“Uh, I meant with the, uh, with, uh, with the seasoning,” Bilbo called out, standing up.

“What about the seasoning?” Bert asked.

“Well have you smelt them? You’re going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up!”

At that, all the dwarves kicked and screamed at Bilbo for the insult. Even though I agreed with Bilbo about the dwarves’ odor, I still was irritated at him for ruining Thorin’s plan.

“What do you know about cooking dwarf?” the one troll protested.

“Shut up, and let the, uh, flurgaburburrahobbit talk,” Bert told his friend, leaning closer to Bilbo.

Hopping forward a bit more, Bilbo kept up his patter. “Uh, th-the secret to cooking dwarf is um,” he stuttered. “It’s uh—”

“Tell us the secret!” Bert pressed Bilbo.

“Ye-yes, I’m telling you, the secret is…to skin them first!” As he said it, Bilbo winced slightly.

At that, my skin crawled and my heart pounded. Instead of making things better, Bilbo had just made things a whole lot worse.

Thanks for reading!

~ Kayla

Trolls! – Part 5

Imagine you were on an adventure with a bunch of dwarves, and you stopped overnight at an old abandoned farmhouse. When you went to take dinner to two of the dwarves guarding the ponies, they told you that some of the ponies were missing. Together with a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins, you’re pushed towards the trolls’ camp, and now both you and Bilbo are captured and held firmly in the grip of the trolls’ hands. Now, one of the dwarves has attacked the trolls and demanded they let you go. Well, that’s exactly the situation my Hobbit OC Nerissa finds herself in, in this part of my OC Hobbit fanfiction. Read on to find out what happens to her next!

I had never been so happy to see anyone in all my life. I forgot the fact that Kili had left us to the mercy of the trolls. It didn’t matter. If I hadn’t been in the grip of the troll and ten feet off the ground, I probably would have hugged him.

“You what?” asked the troll.

“I said,” Kili challenged, twirling his sword, “drop them.”

The troll holding Bilbo tossed him straight at Kili, knocking him down as Kili tried to catch him.

I felt myself start to swing and suddenly realized how the troll was planning to release me. I cried out, “Wait a minute! I can walk, you know. Perhaps we can think about-” I didn’t have a chance to protest any further, because I found myself flung through the air and then landing on something, or should I have said someone.

I opened my eyes and realized I’d knocked Bilbo back down on top of Kili. I was momentarily stunned from my fall, but then realizing my awkward position, I scrambled up. Kili and Bilbo stood up as well.

“Are you two all right?” he asked, tossing my bow and arrows in front of me. I was so thankful to see them, I promised myself never to let them go again.

“We’re fine,” Bilbo answered. That was good enough for Kili, who dashed into the middle of the full-fledged troll battle going on now.

Bilbo and I looked at each other. Now that we had backup, we could finally rescue those ponies! “Whoever reaches the ponies first without getting stomped on by a troll wins,” challenged Bilbo.

I nodded, and dashed into the fray. I never expected a battle to be so loud. The shouts of the injured trolls, the clash of the swords, and the fierce cries of the dwarves filled my ears and made me almost disoriented. I ducked through the legs of a troll, and narrowly missed being chopped in two by Dwalin’s ax.

“Watch where you’re going, missy!” he growled.

“Sorry!” I said, bumping into another fighting dwarf. This time it was Ori. I threw off his slingshot’s aim, causing him to hit right below the troll’s eye.

“Hey! Look out,” Ori protested, fishing for another stone.

“Sorry!” I shouted back at him. Ducking behind a barrel, I tried my best to stay out of the way until I could figure out the best method for reaching the ponies. That’s when I caught sight of Bilbo, holding the troll’s knife. I guess he got to the ponies first.

Seeing that Bilbo had the pony rescue under control, I notched an arrow to my bow string, wanting to be helpful in some way. Perhaps I could hit a troll in the eye and be heralded as a heroine. Of course, it was easier said than done when my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my bow steady. From the corner of my eye, I saw one of the trolls reach down and grab Balin, lifting him high up into the air. Without even stopping to think, I aimed the point of my arrow at the troll’s arm and fired. The next thing I heard was a shriek and thud as Balin dropped back down to the ground. I did it! I saved Balin. I wanted to try shooting one of the trolls again, saving another one of the dwarves, perhaps even Thorin Oakenshield himself, but suddenly, I was knocked towards the side of the camp by a giant troll hand. The rest of the dwarves were gathered there as well, and looking at something above my head. I stood, brushed off my skirt, and looked up. There, in the hands of the trolls was –

“Bilbo!” shouted Kili, rushing forward to save him, sword in hand. Thorin put a hand across his chest, stopping him.

“Lay down your arms,” threatened the troll, “or we’ll rip his off!”

We all looked over at Thorin for direction. Slowly, he lowered his sword, and stuck it point first into the dirt. Kili looked a bit shocked at his uncle’s submission. I glanced over at Ori on the other side of me, wondering if the other dwarves were following Thorin’s lead. I heard the clatter of swords against each other as the company dropped their weapons on the ground. Kili flung his sword down, and Ori threw his slingshot with an angry shout. I dropped my bow on the ground already breaking my promise to myself. I crossed my arms trying to stop the shivers that had started. We were now weaponless and at the mercy of three, big, mean trolls.

Thanks for reading!

~ Kayla


Trolls! – Part 4

Last time we checked in with Nerissa (my Hobbit OC) and Bilbo, Bilbo had just been used as a small, moving troll handkerchief. Now that he’s been captured by the trolls, Nerissa has a decision to make. Stay with Bilbo and try and rescue him or run back and find Kili and Fili? Read on to find out what she decides!

He is going to be EATEN! kept repeating in my head. Now it wasn’t only the ponies that were going to be a troll dinner, but Bilbo as well. I had to do something! Bilbo needed my help, and Kili and Fili were nowhere to be seen. I guess we have different definitions of ‘we’ll be right behind you’ I thought. My heart which had already been beating hard now picked up its pace even more as I frantically tried to think of what to do.

I kept down in the underbrush by the ponies’ pen, going over my two options, trying to make the best decision. I could go back and tell Kili and Fili what had happened and get backup. The downside was that Bilbo could very easily be devoured in the time it took to find the brothers. I could stay and try to rescue him. The only problem with that plan was I had nothing to rescue Bilbo with. My weapons were back at camp. I kept weighing my options, and just as I was about to make a decision one way, I’d change my mind and decide to go the other way. In the end, it didn’t matter. My nose made the choice for me. I felt it twitch, and I rubbed at it, praying that I wouldn’t sneeze. My nose twitched again, and I held my breath, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…ahh-choo!”

The trolls stopped, hearing the noise. “What’s that, Bert?” asked the one.

“Shut yer mouth. I didn’t say anything!” cried the other one.

I froze in place and shut my eyes, hoping like a child if I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me. I suddenly sneezed again, and clamped a hand over my mouth, a few seconds too late. The troll holding Bilbo dropped him on the ground, and lumbered over to find me. I hoped the foliage would hide me, but I soon felt myself lifted off the ground. I finally opened my eyes and found I was staring into the ugly and disfigured face of a mountain troll. I squeaked out a cry of fear and disgust, and wriggled in his fingers, trying to get free.

“What is it?” asked the one troll.

“Do you think we can eat it?” asked the troll with the ladle.

I managed to cry out, “You can’t eat me!”

The troll turned from me to Bilbo, pushing him backwards with his ladle. “What are you then? An oversized squirrel?”

“I’m a Burglar – uhh, Hobbit,” stuttered Bilbo.

“Can we cook ‘em?” asked another troll.

“We can try!” shouted another one.

The trolls lumbered around, almost running into each other, trying to catch the small Hobbit. Bilbo darted back and forth avoiding the grabbing hands of the trolls. I was getting sick from the rocking motion and closed my eyes. When the rocking finally stopped, I opened my eyes and could see Bilbo was caught and held upside down in the air by the troll just like I was.

“Are there any more of you little fellas hidin’ where you shouldn’t?” asked the troll with the apron.

“Nope!” Bilbo and I answered at the same moment.

“He’s lying!” cried the other troll.

“No, he’s not, I swear!” I broke in.

“Hold his toes over the fire. Make him squeal,” Bill the troll said, ignoring my comment. Suddenly, one of the trolls fell to the ground, holding his leg and howling in pain. I twisted around as best I could, trying to see what had made the troll fall. A flood of relief washed over me when I realized we hadn’t been abandoned.

“Drop them!” cried Kili from the ground.

Thanks for reading!

~ Kayla

Trolls! – Part 3

Two weeks ago, Nerissa, my OC from The Hobbit, started her troll adventure when Kili and Fili, who were guarding the ponies, realized a few were missing. Now, Nerissa and Bilbo are weaponless and facing hungry trolls. Read on to find out what they do!

There seemed to be only one thing to do. The ponies needed our help. I knew I couldn’t let Myrtle, Minty, Daisy, and Bungle be eaten without trying to do something. But, of course, that meant facing the trolls. I glanced over at Bilbo, and he met my eyes. “Are you sure you want to go forward?” he whispered.

I nodded my head. “We can’t go back now.” Inwardly however, I wanted to turn around and run back to camp and let the dwarves take care of the ponies.

Bilbo took a deep breath, straightened his jacket, and together we moved towards the trolls’ camp. The gruff voices of the trolls floated back to us as we tried to creep along in the forest as silently as possible.

“Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey, if it don’t look like mutton again tomorrow,” said one of the trolls.

“Quit yer’ griping. These ain’t sheep. These is West Nags!” the large one carrying the ponies proclaimed.

Creeping through the underbrush, I heard a sharp crack under my boot. Bilbo crouched behind a cluster of ferns, but I was too terrified that hiding would cause even more noise. After a few tense seconds, we felt safe enough to move ahead. The trolls had obviously not heard us. Bilbo went first, dashing forward a couple of feet, and hiding behind a tree. I waited for him to give me the signal to move forward.

“Well, it’s better than the leathery old farmer. All skin and bone, he was. I’m still picking bits of him out of me teeth,” one of the trolls commented.

The three trolls sat around the campfire. The one troll was cooking something in a big pot. I guess these trolls really do eat people. That poor farmer! I found myself lost in thought, thinking about what happened to the farmer and his family, and hoping the same fate didn’t await us or the ponies.

“Nerissa!” Bilbo called softly from behind the tree. I came back to reality, and dashed across as quickly as I could, standing beside him, our backs against the rough tree trunk.

“What’s your plan?” I hissed in Bilbo’s ear.

“Plan? Oh, a plan. Let’s see here…” Bilbo faltered. “I don’t have one.”

“Me, either,” I admitted. I’d been counting on Bilbo coming up with something. “I think they have the ponies in a corral over there, tied off with ropes. Maybe we could untie them. After all, how strong can troll knots be?”

Bilbo nodded his head in agreement. “Come on,” he whispered, starting to make his way around the back of the trolls.

I crept along behind him, thankful that the trolls were lost in their bickering. Once we were at the ropes, we started picking at them, trying to undo the knots. Unfortunately, those knots weren’t coming undone.

“I can’t get it free!” I mouthed to Bilbo.

Bilbo pointed at his and nodded in agreement. Suddenly, he motioned to something shiny that hung by the side of one of the trolls. A knife.

“Good thinking,” I whispered.

“I’ll try and get it.” Bilbo started sneaking in the direction of the troll. He turned back to me. “Go and get Kili and Fili.”

“I’m not going to leave you…” I started.

Bilbo gave me a push in that direction. “Go! Quietly,” he instructed.

I stumbled through the underbrush by the horses, trying to stay down out of the troll’s sight, and move as quietly as possible. I turned and looked back over my shoulder to see Bilbo behind the troll. Good, he’s almost got the knife. Suddenly, Bilbo disappeared. Then I heard a sound like a roar. I realized it was the troll blowing his nose. I turned my head away, disgusted. Trolls were nasty creatures.

“ARGH!! Blimey! Bert! Bert! Look what’s come out of me ‘ooter! It’s got arms and legs and everything,” cried the troll who had blown his nose. My eyes fell on the palm of his hand, and I realized he was holding a wriggling Bilbo.

Thanks for reading!

~ Kayla

Author Profile – Andrew Lane

I’m sure all my readers know how much I love to write fanfiction. I write fanfiction for The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, Sherlock Holmes, Star Trek, and even Owl City. Sometimes, I’d rather work on my newest fanfiction idea than work on my current novel. Alas, one can’t make a living from writing fanfiction. Well, at least that was what I used to think. One author, however, has made a career out of being a fan. Andrew Lane is the author of what could be called a Sherlock Holmes “fan” series, the Young Sherlock Holmes books. He’s also written some other fan works, such as several spin-off novels for BBC’s TV show Doctor Who and a collection of books on James Bond.

He first knew he wanted to be a writer when he was ten. In an interview I watched on YouTube from MyKindaBook (clip at the bottom of the post), Mr. Lane tells how he read a short story about the Daleks in Doctor Who. When he read that story, something clicked in his ten-year-old mind. It was that story that made him realize that “real people actually write books” and that “since I was a person, therefore, I could be a writer.” From that point onwards, Mr. Lane knew what he wanted to be: a writer.

It was another childhood experience that made Mr. Lane a life-long Sherlock Holmes fan. He said in an interview that the first book he bought “with his own pocket money” was the Sherlock Holmes story, A Study in Scarlet. He described the book saying that, “It didn’t look particularly exciting. It didn’t have a cover on it. It was just like a hardback, orange, battered, pages slightly torn.” Something about the story drew him in though, and Mr. Lane became a Holmes fan from that moment forward.

Years later, Mr. Lane was approached by his agent. Mr. Lane’s agent had been working with the Doyle family, and had mentioned the idea to them of having a young adult Sherlock Holmes series. It was an idea that the family approved of.  In an interview with The Book Zone (link at the bottom) Mr. Lane said that, “Having got their blessing, he then came to me because he knew I loved the originals and that I’d always wanted to write a ‘real’ Sherlock Holmes novel.” He spent the next three months creating the first couple chapters in order to pitch it to the family. They agreed and the series was born! Today, Mr. Lane currently has written six Young Sherlock Holmes books as well as releasing a series based on another Doyle work, The Lost World. He really has made a living being a fan! That might be one of the best jobs ever. 🙂

I’ve read two books in the Young Sherlock Holmes series, and I loved them! I wrote a review on book three in the Young Sherlock Holmes series, Black Ice. If you’d like to read it, you can find it here:

Andrew Lane’s website is here:

Here is the written interview I quoted:

Here is the interview I watched. It’s a bit long, but really enjoyable (especially getting to listen to his British accent! 🙂 ). I could relate to his characters doing things he never expected them to do!

Thanks for reading!

~ Kayla

Trolls! – Part 2

Last week, I posted the first part of my OC Hobbit fanfiction based on the troll scene from the movie. In the last part, Nerissa, Bilbo, Kili, and Fili did some detective work and discovered what had taken the ponies: trolls! Read on to find out what happens next.

We dashed after the brothers, trying not to stumble over any of the underbrush or spill any soup. The light grew brighter, and I knew we were nearing the fire. The two brothers ducked behind a tree, and as Bilbo and I reached them, I saw what they were hiding from.

Even though he was as tall as the trees, I could smell the troll better than I could see him. The stench of decay and filth wafted over me as he lumbered by, a tattered garment wrapped around him, flapping as he moved. Under his arms, the screaming, terrified ponies wriggled to free themselves, but his huge, grimy hands held them tight. I could feel poor Myrtle and Minty’s fear from where I was standing. Bilbo quickly hid behind the twisted, vine-covered trunk of a nearby tree, but I stood there for a moment, paralyzed, unsure of where to go or what to do. Suddenly, I was pulled to the ground by Kili who hissed in my ear, “Get down!” The troll continued on, not seeing us. I guessed his mind was on his pony dinner. “We can’t let them eat the ponies!” I whispered.

“He’s got Myrtle and Minty! I think they’re going to eat them. We have to do something!” Bilbo was as desperate as I was to stop the pony feast.

“Yes; you should. Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you’re so small.” Kili jumped up from where he had been crouching by his brother. Pushing Bilbo to the side, he snatched the soup bowl from him.

“Me–me–me. No–no–no–” stammered Bilbo, waving his finger as if to emphasize the “no.”

“They’ll never see you,” Kili encouraged. “It’s perfectly safe! We’ll be right behind you.”

Poor Bilbo. I couldn’t let him face this alone. And the ponies – I couldn’t let them be eaten.  My fear welled up inside of me, but I pushed it down. There’s nothing to be worried about. Kili and Fili are right there, defending usI can be brave and do this, I encouraged myself. “I’ll go with you, Bilbo. We’ll be all right. We’ll get the ponies back, together.” I directed the reassurance towards Bilbo, but it was really for myself. “We can do this.” I tried to keep the hesitation and fear out of my voice.

I handed my soup bowl to Fili, who gave me an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl.”

Before we could think about it any further, Bilbo and I were pushed forward onto the path the troll had taken. Bilbo kept repeating Fili’s instructions to himself under his breath, and I was wondering what a barn owl sounded like, and why I would have to hoot for help. Weren’t they going with us?

“Twice like a barn owl, twice like a brown – once like a brown?” Bilbo whispered. “Are you sure this a good idea?”

He turned back to Fili and Kili, only to find them gone. We looked at each other, and suddenly realized we were on our own. I felt for one of my arrows, and, not finding any, remembered where they were.

“What’s wrong?” Bilbo whispered.

“My bow. It’s back at camp.”

We were alone, weaponless, and facing trolls that could probably eat us whole.

Thanks for reading!

~ Kayla

Trolls! – Part 1

It’s been a while since I posted my Hobbit fanfiction, The Adventure Begins. Nerissa, my OC, first joined the adventure back in Bag End when she signed the contract. Then in The Adventure Begins, she learned that adventures aren’t all fun and games and saved Kili and Fili from drowning in the river. Today, I’m picking back up where I left off and introducing Nerissa to some trolls.

For some reason Thorin had chosen an old abandoned farmhouse for our camp. I agreed with Gandalf, who had left us in a huff, that it did not feel safe. In fact the darkening night had such an ominous feel that chills were running up and down my back. I went to stand in front of the fire where tonight’s soup dinner was busily boiling, hoping the heat and smell of food would settle my nerves. As soon as I stepped up though, Bofur handed me a bowl of soup. Bilbo, standing at the fire already, received a bowl, too.

“Here, do us a favor. Take this to the lads,” Bofur said. Without a word, Bilbo started walking towards where Kili and Fili were guarding the ponies.

I hadn’t even begun to warm up yet, and, as I looked out beyond the camp, my foreboding increased. Still, Kili and Fili had to be quite hungry by now. I took my bowl and attempted to catch up to Bilbo, trying hard not to spill hot soup all down my dress. Still, a few burning drops splashed out and landed on my wrist. “Nîdh!” I cried. “That is hot!” As soon as I said the word, I bit my lip, realizing that I’d spoken Elvish.

Bilbo didn’t seem to notice. “What did you expect, running with a full bowl of hot soup?” he teased good-naturedly. “Though, my second-cousin’s wife on my father’s side works at the local inn, the Green Dragon, and she could carry five bowls of soup all at the same time and not spill a drop! Two bowls on each arm and one on her head!”

“Wow,” I said, truly impressed. “I once tried to serve drinks to some dinner guests and managed to spill one on the table and the other in the lap of our friend. My mother was not happy.”

Bilbo chuckled at my story and shook his head. “I’m guessing you won’t be taking a job at the Green Dragon then!”

We left the grassy field and entered the woods, and the night grew a bit darker as the trees blocked what little moonlight there was. We found the two Dwarven brothers standing by a fallen log. We walked up to them, and I held out my bowl. Neither dwarf twitched. I’d never seen any dwarf (much less Kili and Fili) pass up an opportunity to eat. That meant something must be very, very wrong.

“What’s the matter?” Bilbo and I asked at the same time.

Kili looked troubled. “We’re supposed to be looking after the ponies.”

“Only we’ve encountered a slight problem,” said Fili.

“We had 16,” explained Kili.

“And now’s there’s 14,” finished Fili.

My thoughts immediately flew to my own silver horse. “Gildin?” I asked Kili.

“Gildin is here,” assured Kili. “But Daisy and Bungle are missing.”

“Well, that’s not good. That is not good at all. Shouldn’t we tell Thorin?” a concerned Bilbo asked.

“Uhh, no. Let’s not worry him. As our official burglar, we thought you might like to look into it,” Fili said quickly.

“Well, uh…look, some–something big uprooted these trees,” Bilbo concluded.

“That was our thinking,” Kili commented.

“Something very big, and possibly quite dangerous,” Bilbo said.

“What could be that big and do that?” My imagination was running away with me, and I could picture a huge monster striding out of the woods and attacking us.

Before anyone could answer, Fili turned towards us and said. “Hey! There’s a light. Over here! Stay down.”

I followed the brothers ducking under one uprooted tree and crouching behind another. I could hear harsh laughter, and I shivered in response. Peering through the woods, I saw a flickering fire.

“What is it?” asked Bilbo, beating me to the question.

“Trolls,” responded Kili, as he and Fili jumped to their feet and ran towards the flames.

“Trolls?” I didn’t like the sound of that. I’d read many scary stories in my family’s library that involved trolls. The trolls always ended up eating someone. Bilbo and I looked at one another, and I knew what we were about to do. Soup in hand, we followed after the brothers.

Thanks for reading!

~ Kayla

Weekly Writing Wrap-Up: March 14 – 20

Welcome to my Weekly Writing Wrap-Up for this week!

Total Word Count for the Week: 4468

Top Writing Day: My top writing day was Wednesday with 958 words.

What I Worked On: I worked on editing Homeland and writing Hobbit fanfiction.

The Good News: I have all my characters named for my upcoming NaNo novel!

The Bad News: I didn’t make my goal everyday nor have I been editing as much as I’m supposed to.

Lesson Learned: I read a really good article this week about how to pace the “big reveal” in your novel from Go Teen Writers which you can find here: In my novels I tend to drop a huge bombshell instead of subtle hints along the way. I’m hoping to apply this lesson to my NaNo novel.

Goal for Next Week: My goal for next week is 600 words each day again.

If you’d like to share your weekly wrap-up, go ahead and post it in the comments below!

~ Kayla

Weekly Writing Wrap-Up: March 7 – 13

Welcome to my Weekly Writing Wrap-Up for this week!

Total Word Count for the Week: 5221

Top Writing Day: My top writing day was Friday with 1098.

What I Worked On: I worked on editing Homeland and writing Hobbit and Star Trek fanfiction.

The Good News: I found an editing method that is going pretty well. The first chapter is almost edited!

The Bad News: I didn’t make my goal everyday. (I missed it by a couple words two days!)

Lesson Learned: I’ve been working on editing a chapter at a time. At first, I was reading through the whole novel, trying to find all the plot holes. That left me feeling really overwhelmed and stressed, so I copied chapter one into a new Word document and started editing that. I’ve really liked the way that’s working, and I haven’t been as stressed about editing just one chapter. My lesson learned is that I work better with a smaller edit goal in front of me. 🙂

Goal for Next Week: My goal for next week is 600 words again.

If you’d like to share your weekly wrap-up, go ahead and post it in the comments below!

~ Kayla