[Saurreg]

Belegorn stared in astonishment as gravelly faced Erenor of Rivendell went up against one of the hulking behemoth, screeching like a Gramian wildcat and swinging her keen blade this way and that. What spirit! As amazed as he was by that reckless act of Eldarin courage, he was even more impressed by the fact that she (Erenor) whom he (the dumbfounded one) left way back in the main tunnels had actually reached the enemies swifter than he despite the greater distance to run.

Mysterious was the prowess of the fair folks. Learn to respect it or be damned!

The passive one departed from his state of quiescence and ran towards a troll of his own intending to cut it down the size. He skillfully ducked as the brute swung its powerful scale-clad arm at him and dodged in anticipation when his opponent let his club fall. Belegorn meant to strike immediately when the beast was in its most vulnerable state immediately after its failed attempt to squash him, but the impact of the titanic blow was literally earth shaking and it sent the would-be opportunist tumbling backwards, losing the grasp of his torch that cluttered across the damp stone floor before being extinguished.

The attacker landed clumsily on his back and searing pain that coursed through his spine made him grimace. But the expression of physical agony soon turned into horror as he became aware that he was in the shadow of the troll which had raised its cruel weapon above its hideous head attempting to perform again what it failed to accomplish the first time.

And it would not miss this time.