Hobbit Trolls Novels & Stories

Phillipa I got the fright of my life when the biggest boulder suddenly started to move and, in the blink of an eye, I was looking at a troll! “Your highness, welcome. I am Edgar. The ruler of the trolls.” His face was kind, but the thing I noticed first was how chubby his cheeks were! I had to fight with everything inside of me not to squeeze them! All around us, the rocks started to move, and their entire clan stood in front of us. I was positively gobsmacked! We didn’t have much information about the trolls.

But that was what made it so interesting. Swords clashed, arrows nocked, and groans echoed. It was a fierce battle for a surprise attack; the royal army did not look like they were surprised at all, honestly. The trolls screamed in the lowest possible timbres, before sprinting and mashing their rock-hard heads to the thick walls. They were the ones the ordinary royal army could not contend against. They were giants; while they were just humans. But all on the battlefield flinched when a spine-chilling howl echoed. Soren included.

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

She shut up and shortly gathered her things together. It would not take long to line up the twenty or so troll family members in the passage below the church. They had stayed there forever, hiding from plain sight, so they were ready to leave at a moment’s notice. Robah explained everything to them. While the unconscious Tomas swung on the two tallest troll's shoulders,.

’ Rex asked as they stopped at a group of short bushy leafed trees at the base of the hill, the blackguards not 200 paces in front of them, somehow they had not been spotted yet, even as the large group of trolls were now searching for them, roared and grunted loudly. “Get back into line ya disgusting f**ks!!” someone yelled from behind them, followed by the crack of a whip. Looking back, an obscenely chubby man with a leather harness and stained white trousers was cracking a whip trying to restore order with the trolls, who roared in response to the pain, but did not stop them from searching, “If ya disgusting things want food, go THAT way and eat them ya useless f**ks, now move!!” ‘Yes, tr

“The trolls are a powerful race that stand around twelve feet tall, but they are at peace with almost every race and are said to be welcoming. We don’t know much about them other than that they live in the desert in the West. The dwarfs however live and breathe war and are known for their immense skills in battle. They also worship Serian the God of war and each house within the dwarven city possess a small statue of him.” “And why don’t we know much about the trolls, if they are peaceful why has no one travelled to their home in person to document their lives?” Her mother asked slowly, tilting her head to the side as she awaited her daughter’s answer. “Because no one has been able to surviv