Trouble already? What ill luck the party had. They had barely left Imladris and now, on their first night not only were they to suffer what looked to be a storm, but they were obviously not welcome. As they went to investigate a door at the back of the cave, two huge trolls, probably the regular inhabitants of the cave, blocked the entrance. That was not all they had to worry about; the two in the entrance were soon joined by a third who came through the door at the back. The elves were trapped. They had all formed a semi-circle around the trolls, all but Fingil, who was over by the far wall, but now the circle had broken up with the arrival of the newest threat. While Elladan drew his sword, and Torfithien her bow, Fingil ducked, and rummaged in his pack for a rope. Suddenly he called from the corner,
“Vanimorén, catch!” He threw the rope, and Vanimorén caught the end of it. The two were now on either side of one of the Troll, holding the silvery rope. It began to make its way forward, and Vanimorén felt the rope tense as Fingil clutched it firmly. The rope was taught, and the Troll was none too bright. Vanimorén readied himself, and sure enough, Fingil’s plan worked. The Troll stumbled blindly into the rope. There was however no time for satisfaction. The Troll was stunned, but it would not last too long, and there were still two standing.
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