Frodo woke with a start, put a hand to his head, and then gathered his wits. Bilbo was stirring as well. Frodo rubbed his eyes and then laughed out loud.
"A three-headed troll!" he chuckled, and shuddered. "How awful. And you won't believe who the heads were."
Bilbo groaned. "Oh, yes, I would, " he muttered.
"Amaranthus, Birdland and Piosenniel, " Frodo shook his head again. "And I couldn't get away. I woke up when the troll sat on me. I'm jelly, Bilbo."
"You've got it wrong, " Bilbo said with mock-seriousness. "The three heads were Fatty, Cami and poor old Hob."
"What!" Frodo gasped.
"And I was on my way to being roasted. Not squashed, " Bilbo said firmly.
"I wonder if he's sober yet. I wonder..." Frodo reached out to Lorien in thought, and then jerked back as quickly. "My goodness, yes, that's the source." Frodo began again, this time more agressively, pushing Lorien's wild imaginings aside. If you haven't learned moderation yet, you'd better. You're being quite rude.
Bilbo's eyebrows went up. "Getting a little big for your breeches, Frodo my lad?"
"He can keep his hangover to himself, " Frodo shot back, and rolled out of bed.
A few doors over, Bird stirred in her sleep, and then woke up. "Ugh. A three-headed troll-- one head a mocking Bilbo, the next a jeering, leering Frodo-- and the third head, an angry Mithadan, raging and roaring. What a horrible troll to encounter." But she had to laugh. "Diced! " she said. "I wonder why it decided to dice and boil me. Ugh."
Undaunted, Bird yawned, and rolled over to try and catch another wink.
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