Hobbit Trolls Novels & Stories

Bessy and Skylar snorted in annoyance when they throng got near, the group hesitated and just lingered nearby studying the girls with curious distrustful eyes. “They are so adorable,” Lillian laughed. A more brazen hobitoe summoned it’s courage and it went over to Lillian who patted it. The creature was not any larger than Rudolf. “That’s the leader Moyup,” Orbin smiled. Sure enough the other Hobitoes followed suit and surrounded Lillian eager to be patted also. Lillian couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. Mahali was pleased to see her friend happy. But she now eyed Orbin with interest:

Elara POV Vexx had outdone himself this time. As soon as we were within sight of the warehouse, we were descended upon by trolls, or ogres maybe? Whatever, all I knew is they were huge, smelly, and a product of wicked magic. It took three of us to take down one of these monstrous things. Luckily, we’d only sent one of our magic workers inside with the rescue team—or bait team, depending on how you looked at it. Claire, Grey, and I felled one of these club swinging trolls together by hitting him hard with spells on all sides. No sooner did we finish with him, then another one climbed from a crevice in the earth and roared, brandishing its studded weapon at us.

A servant boy drops the box he was holding and dives beneath one of the carriages, trembling. The stench of fear rises around me as we all simultaneously retreat. But trolls keep coming. They are massive, twice the height of any man, their bodies made of something that looks like living stone. Moss clings to their shoulders, and their eyes glow faintly like burning embers. Each step they take makes the earth groan. “Stay back!” one of the knights barks, drawing his sword. “I don't think they are going to listen to him,” Pip whispers, poking her head from my scarf.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

She wore the typical grey robe of the Alva’himar, with the hood raised which shadowed much of her face. He frowned hard at her. “We have none. But how else am I to get the attention of these dim creatures?” “You are brave, even for a Goblin. Trolls may not be articulate, but they are far from dim. Most would not risk insulting them.” Gerth glanced at the pair, but saw little change in their demeanor. The could have been statues. “They seem not to care.” “They will act only when a physical threat is perceived.” She smiled. “Fortunately for you.”

he shouted, waving his three-fingered hand in dismissal. As he spoke, I looked back to talk to Ryden, but she was no longer at my side. Neither was Envy. The pixilette was a way off, near the battleground, hovering anxiously over something. I couldn't see Envy. "Where did she go?" I searched the sky, worry twisting my insides. I hoped she was okay. The trolls cared little for other creatures, especially when they were in the throes of battle. "This is of the utmost importance. I cannot wait." His shrewd eyes studied me. The trolls looked dumber than rocks. Early on, I discovered that deception was one of their greatest weapons. They were actually quite competent, especially in the art of war

Luna and Phillip set out to discover the talisman, excited by the news. They came into a gang of trolls blocking their route as they traveled through the difficult mountain passes. The trolls were notorious for their hot tempers and love of combat, and they attacked Phillip and Luna without warning. The struggle was long and arduous, but Luna and Phillip triumphed, their wounds gradually mending as they resumed their trip.

he growls, I quickly nod scared for my life, this took a turn! Present time So you're now up to date on the events that led up to this point, missing milk, annoying boyfriend and crazy short robber guy. What a great night I'm having right now! But let's just get back to the story. Little short robber guy finally pulls the gun away from my head, while the tall robber guy continues to shout at Rick. The girls baby was just crying uncontrollably, with all the shouting she must have woke up. I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again.

The sparse tufts of sickly grey grass made the whole land look even gloomier. Yet, as in all things in life, nature found perfect tenants. Trolls. They were huge creatures with thick grey skin that you could easily mistake for a stone and with big shiny diamond shaped eyes. They looked scary, and yet there was some inexplicable beauty in them. But the trolls were not the only inhabitants of Canestor. Deep underground there were whole cities decorated with gold and jewels, cities of the dwarves.

I kept going and then, I heard a sound: a guttural, grinding growl that made the marrow in my bones quiver. I froze. From between two trees, a shape lumbered into view. Massive, shoulders hunched, tusks glinting in the weak moonlight. A troll. Its hide was thick and gray, like stone carved into flesh, its eyes small and burning like coals. Another emerged beside it, then another, their footsteps pounding the earth. It was huge, they reminded me of the trolls I met in Raven’s underground wrestling ring only that these ones were more wild, unpredictable and predatory.