The elleth from under the mountain

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Ontario's POV

Well this is going great.

I was currently stuck in a large, juke bag. The thick rope tied around my neck so only my head was visible.

I thrashed around trying and fruitlessly failing to free my hands that were also bound behind me.

Bert the troll who I subconsciously dubbed the cook stared at me in distain as he dropped another bundle of wood on the open fire.

Shouts of fury rose from the small group of dwarves tied to the spit as William who I assumed was the leader slowly turned the crank.

"We've got to do something," Kili muttered angrily floundering beside me.

"Save your energy!" Thórin hissed , his face softening slightly "We'll get out of this,".

"Oh my toe!!!" Wailed the smallest of the trolls.

"Shut up would you! We ain't got all night, sunrise will be soon," William snapped.

"Then why bother cooking them? Why not just sit on them and squish them into jelly?" Tom questioned as he prodded the bleeding stump that was haphazardly wrapped with an old cloth.

"They should be sautéed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage," Bert mimicked the action, "Ooh that does sound nice,".

"Is this really necessary ?" Dwalin seethed, turning his head to the side as he passed the burning logs. "It's hot, it's hot, it's hot," The older dwarf Oin repeated over and over again. My heart clenched at the site.

Here I lay trapped whilst my friends slowly cooked alive. At least the elder didn't have to hear the trolls argue over how they should cook him, having lost his hearing instrument long ago.

"Never mind the seasoning, dawn ain't far away. Let's get a move on," William ordered.

If only I could reach the knife down the side of my boot. I wriggled awkwardly trying the shimmy my arms down my back, the rope giving no slack.

"I don't fancy being turned to stone," the leader of the trolls added, reaching for his knife.

"WAIT!!!" The voice of Bilbo Baggin's called out, breaking the silence. Everyone looked to him, the troll's ceasing their movements.

"You are making a terrible mistake," he insisted.

"You can't reason with them, they're halfwits!" Dori yelled as he rolled past.

"Then what does that make us?" Bofur groaned as he cycled over the flame. Despite the situation I chuckled at his comment. Earning a kick in the side from Kili.

He was right. Who in their right mind would venture out and decide to travel to the other side of the world, to reclaim a long forgotten throne from a dragon?

Two nights in and we had lost a good portion of our stead's, been captured, and now were destined to fill the belly's of trolls.

My muscles burned as I tried to wiggle my hands over the back of my legs. Uncoordinatedly I rolled onto my side, deliberately digging my feet into Kili's face using him as leverage.