[dragoneyes]

The plan had gone well so far and Hal and Gaddy were raring to go. As soon as Carl and Olo had jumped in the bush, Hal and Gaddy had jumped out. They ran full pelt towards the wargs, wanting to get it over as quick as possible. Hal, checking behind him, saw the Trolls quickly fall behind, he caught Gaddy by the elbow and the two came to a halt. The trolls were bent over, puffing, looking very worn out, it was good that they were but they needed to get all the way to the wargs first.

"What's the matter?" Gaddy called back, "Not so loud." warned Hal, "You can't tell me you're worn out already!" continued Gaddy. The trolls looked at each other, then suddenly charged after the hobbits in a last ditch attempt to catch them. Hal and Gaddy ran, not quite as fast as they could, making sure they were close enough for the trolls to think that they could catch them yet far away enough to not get caught. Hal could feel the stones he'd gathered earlier jangling about in his pocket. Gaddy's hat was caught by a gust of wind and flew off, being trampled underfoot by the following trolls.

They were nearing the wargs so they put on a burst of speed to give them more time to get the attention of the wargs. Finally, they arrived, there was no sound save that of the wind and the trolls. They looked at each other and gathered their courage, timing was essential.

They started yelling, throwing stones at the lair entrance, making as much of a racket as possible. The trolls were coming up fast, one had dropped his club somewhere. The hobbits became more frantic in their noisemaking and were answered with a low growl from the lair, that was good enough for them, they ran off to one side and hid in a bush, watching to check that they had done indeed their job well enough.

A warg emmerged, a strong male, greeted by the sight of two trolls, nearly collapsing with exhaustion. Two more wargs came out and together the three of the pounced on the trolls. Gaddy looked away, it wasn't a nice sight. Seeing their work done, the two ran as quickly, and as quietly, as they could away from the mayhem, the noise that was made was terrible. On they way back, they spotted the lost club and Gaddy found his cap, he put it back on but it was squashed out of shape and didn't fit as well as it once did. Hal laughed at the cap perched awkwardly on Gaddy's head.

Carl and Olo were standing waiting for them at the bush where they'd first started being chased. "All done?" asked Carl, "The trolls shouldn't be bothering us again." replied Hal.