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Old 03-17-2005, 01:47 PM   #120
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And in the caverns . . .

Mid-day was slowly passing and the rays of the sun shone more weakly as the minutes passed. The sky was dark blue, covered with light, white clouds and the weather was warm and pleasant. One could think that on a day like this, people would be out and about, enjoying the last bits of the sun before it would disappear behind the mountain tops. Surprisingly enough, no one could be spotted anywhere. Inside a cave of average size however, in the Ered Luins, there was indeed life. Usually, it would be silent in the caverns at this time of day, but for some odd reason there was particularly much noise....

“Wwwwhat’s he dddoin’ heeere?” The question formulated was directed towards a big figure, clad in green scales, which lay huddled up against the stone wall.

“Shh! He’s asleep!” Riva, also known as the Old Hag, said fiercely.

The tone in her voice reflected the amount of power she now possessed. Being the only one of the trolls in Stuttering Stuga’s clique that could cook decent food, she had gained respect. It was not the sort of respect Stuga had, but Riva didn’t mind. She wasn’t a typical leader. She was in fact more than pleased with the position she had managed to hold on to for so many years, and with the lack of competition to get her position in the clique, it seemed that she would be the chef amongst them until the end of her days. Luckily for her, this was to her advantage; Stuttering Stuga had ordered everyone to take good care of her, to make sure she didn’t die. Or rather, Stuga had figured that this would suit them all perfectly well, if her death could be delayed yet another couple of years. She would cook, and they would eat. Amongst the trolls there hadn’t been much resistance, but a few problems had indeed arisen with the decision of offering Riva all what she wanted and needed to secure her wellbeing. However, the massive leader had made sure it would never happen again, by giving the trolls accounted for a few hits with the largest club he possessed, and they had thus far kept their mouths shut, and had not dared speak of the special services offered to her.

For a moment all of the trolls stood silently watching the figure that lay on the stone floor, fast asleep.

Even though deeply offended by the Old Hag’s rash and reprimanding words, Stuttering Stuga kept his mask. He needed her, everyone did. He couldn’t just beat her for her disobedience like he did with the rest of the scum surrounding him; it would simply make the others wonder why they had taken him seriously when telling them not to hurt Riva. No, beating her now, in front of the others, would be in nobody’s favour, especially not his. With this he realised that he was almost thrilled by his own resolution, which had led to the stunningly brilliant conclusion of not beating her, and he giggled in excitement.

“So, yer letting him stay?” Riva, the Old Hag, asked, seeming almost pleased with herself. She had obviously been convinced by Stuga’s satisfying grin, and had no idea that it was something else that made him smile.

“Weweah non mmmwy geeen scaldesss tttbat Bett, be Eeevpllelled, bbbis gggoin ttpo blleeve.”

“What he intended to say, is that he swears on his green scales that Frett, The Expelled, is going to leave . . .

“Bthisss ibntttan”

“He adds . . ‘this instant!’”

**

And the reader may wonder who of the trolls said what, and what actually one of them said. It is difficult to tell, as one can only guess what a highly, frustrated troll would say and how he or she would sound like. Well, let’s go a bit backwards.

After Riva had started believing that the figure huddled up in the corner was being allowed to stay, it was Stuttering Stuga who spoke. He, too frustrated by Riva’s misconception to talk in an orderly manner, had answered in the best way possible. Naturally, a stuttering, frustrated troll can’t be any good, and so the words spoken had come out in an exceptionally odd way. The other trolls surrounding him had of course not understood a single word, well, except for Grawa.

Grawa thinks he is a remarkably smart troll. It is maybe true; he is at least smarter than the other trolls in the clique; he is the only one who understands what Stuttering Stuga says, regardless of how he says it. In that way, Grawa is without a doubt the best translator ever known to the ‘Troll(an)’-kind. And if that’s not enough, Grawa has also the great pleasure of being Stuga’s favourite cousin, but it ought to be mentioned though, that Grawa is to be sure the only cousin Stuga has.

**

Anyway, after having translated, Stuga nodded to his cousin, and nudged him hard in the ribs. It was a sign of gratitude of having such a great cousin, who actually understood him. It was a sign of satisfaction. By the look of Grawa, one could see that the extra attention paid to him by his cousin had meant something, and without noticing it himself, he turned slightly pink.

“WHAT?!? Please! It’s enough. Poor Frett! He’s starvin’. He just came. He’d been wanderin’ in the caves for days without findin’ food! He’d almost turned himself into stone by walkin’ in the sunlight! Give ‘im a chance!”

It was at this time, when Riva, The Old Hag, had raised her voice to the absolute that Frett, The Expelled, woke up from his deep sleep. Looking upwards, he let his gaze wander; his big, bleary eyes shone ghostly in the dim cave. Noticing that everyone stared at him, he rose instantly, bewildered. He moved his head in an awful pace, from left to right and right to left. It seemed that the silence that had fallen over the clique of trolls seemed to confuse the poor Frett. What was happening? Were they mad? Was his mother, Riva, going to let him stay? Rolling his eyes, he stood looking at Stuttering Stuga. Twice my size, he told himself. No, more. More, much more than twice my size. Four maybe? Yes, that must be it. Can I take him? I can jump… jump at him.. Oooh, he reminds me of one of those, huge, fire-breathing, hard scaled... monsters!!! He blinked, letting his big, weary eyelids rest for a moment before he opened his eyes again. But I can do it.

**

Before we continue, it is important to say that Frett can't really do anything. Not anything at all. This is why he was expelled from this hopeless group of trolls in the first place. It was due to the fact of his clumsiness, his insane clumsiness, that drove everyone else insane, except from his mother, Riva, who of course like all other mothers love their children regardless of their abilities (or disabilities). Of course, as every other problem, Frett's case was taken to the Troll Council (which only Stuttering Stuga is a member of) and, unfortunately for Frett, the case was stamped as hopeless. In fact, the case was just as hopeless as Frett himself. So, in order to keep the good quality that the other trolls in the clique possessed, and not let the group be set back only because one didn’t function normally, Frett was expelled from the group; thus the title. It was decided that Frett was never to show his clumsy face again. He was only allowed small portions of food, which his dear mother Riva made him. But other than that, no one was to keep in contact with the fellow, which wasn’t really a problem at all. The other trolls were perfectly fine with letting Frett walk, as useless as he was.

Stuga’s solution to the problem, chasing after Frett with a club, making him promise to disappear and threatening to eat him alive, worked for quite some time. Frett was even renamed to Frett, ‘The Expelled – On Probation’ for a while, but the clumsy fellow had to ruin it all. Today was actually the third time this week he had shown his clumsy-presence in the caves, and Stuga was naturally starting to lose his patience.

**

Without a warning, Frett sprang into the air, but in doing so, he stumbled, not unexpectedly, in his own feet and landed right in front of Stuttering Stuga. Without hesitating, the large troll grasped Frett, The Expelled, around the neck and held him tightly. “Beengiguh,” he growled. Suddenly, Stuttering Stuga set up a great pace, and started walking. His great feet made the earth shake, and in mere desperation of the situation that had occurred, The ‘Beautiful’ Uruva called out;” Where you takin’ him?!?”

“Enough,” Grawa said, silently.

“Uh?”

“Enough. Stuttering Stuga’s had enough.”

“WRAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! He’s goin’ to kill ‘im!” The Old Hag made a grimace before she started running after Stuga, who had only just disappeared from their view. Judging from the thundering sound in the caves, all of the other trolls followed.

Last edited by piosenniel; 06-19-2005 at 01:51 PM.
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