Tintallė was overwhelmed, there is only so much you can learn from books and tales. He had managed to keep his wits about him though and was now firing arrows at the last remaining troll. He had not done anything that physical, yet he was still sweating, he paused to wipe some from his brow. He noticed that everyone else was now attacking the last troll, it did not last long.
With one final swing, the troll fell to the ground, defeated. Either Elladan or Elrohir, Tintallė couldn't tell which yet, rushed forward and finished it off. Many sighs of relief echoed around the cave. The welcome light of the sun broke over the mountainous landscape. Tintallė felt much better now that it was light.
The Elves regrouped, not saying much for a while until Tintallė broke the silence "Where have the horses gone?" They were certainly not inside the cave, hopefully all they had done was run a little way away, it wasn't safe for unarmed horses to wander alone out here.
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"We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside." - Frodo.
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