[astarielle]

Elladan stood motionless high up in the branches of a tree on the eastern edge of the clearing. He could hear the trolls crashing their way towards them, branches breaking and trees left in a devastated path behind them. That rank smell lingered in the air from the dead bodies but was made ever worse from the foul air that eminated from the advancing trolls.

"These Trolls are just like flies, you think you've got rid of them then a whole host appears at once!" Elladan said to no-one in particular. Some of the nearby rangers gave him an odd look but Elldan readied his bow with an arrow retrieved from the head of a fallen troll.