“There's summin’ else out ‘ere” the troll said after he yelped, his hand going to the new wound you’d given him. You quickly darted out and stabbed another in the arm causing him to yelp as well and then turn to Bilbo with narrowed eyes, “Is ‘ere more of you, burglehobbit?”
“Wait I smell summat… human,” said another and you silently cursed yourself for not noticing when the direction of the wind changed. The first troll, and likely the smartest of the bunch, smacked his friend on the back of the head as he sniffed the air, “Human you say. Smells more like elf.”
The dwarves fell silent, interested in this bit of information as they realized you were the only one not with them at the moment. The third troll chuckled dumbly, licking his lips, “I like elf.”
The first sniffed the air again as you tried in vain to move downwind and then let out a roaring laugh, “No there's more dwarf smell too… it’s a disgustin' mutt. Their mixed blood makes them taste so good tho'. What a rare treat.”
You had frozen at the word mutt, your eye twitching in anger, you hated being called that and it was one of the few things that almost instantaneously brought out your temper. You tried to keep calm, there were more important things to focus on right now, but the troll called it out loudly again, “Hey Mutt, you deliciously dirty thing… Show yerself Mutt or your dwarf friends wont even need ta be cooked.”
“Yeah, Mutt.” The other two chimed in.
It was an empty threat, you knew it, and you should have just continued with your plan but your anger got the better of you. You lost it, springing from your place without thinking as you threw one of your last daggers into the leader troll’s eye, seething “Say that again to my face you slime!”
He bellowed, clutching at his face, and in your anger you rushed forward only to be taken up by your foot by one of the other trolls you'd temporarily forgotten about. Now upside down, your hair loosed from its poorly fastened knot and cascaded towards the ground, revealing the sharp point of your ears that you were always so careful to keep covered.
You kicked and struggled against the troll's grasp as he lifted you to his face, “Put me down you overgrown worm.”
The troll poked you with a fat finger, “Well would ya look at tha'. It’s a She-Mutt.”
You spat in his face, much to the horror of Bilbo and the dwarves who knew that the troll could easily crush you or bash you into the ground in seconds, a fact you either hadn't thought of or simply didn't care about. Luckily the Troll didn’t have time to retaliate before Gandalf came to the rescue, splitting a rock so the light of dawn would turn the trolls to stone.
The dwarves rejoiced at his timely return but you were still stuck upside down in a now stone troll hand, struggling to get your foot out of your boot so you could get down. It was no use and you angrily called, “Yes that’s all well and good, Gandalf. Now would you please get me down?”
The wizard came and freed you, letting you fall gracefully to the ground to land on your feet like a cat, and you quickly tied your hair back to it’s usual bun, calming yourself as the dwarves stared at you. It was Thorin who stepped forward and roughly grabbed your chin to push the hair away from your ears before spitting the word, “Elf,” at you like it was a curse.
You yanked away from him as Gandalf stepped between you and the rest of the company, “Enough. Does your grudge run so deep that you would harbor ill will against her when she's been here, helping, from the start?”
You gathered your knives and then stormed off through the forest toward where you had left Blossom, with the company looking after you a little astonished.
“Does it really matter if she’s part elf?” Kili asked looking in the direction you’d gone, Fili nodding along with him.
Bofur added in, “It’s not as though she’s done anything but help us.”
Balin put in a final word to which all the other dwarves agreed, “She’s shown us nothing but friendship, Thorin, would you really cast her out because of her ancestors?”
Thorin actually looked a little ashamed for a moment, “No. I suppose that would not be wise, but do not ask me to place my trust in her again”
They went in search of you and found you just finishing saddling up Blossom with shaky hands, your face looking deeply sad. Bilbo stepped forward, “You’re not leaving are you, (F/n)?”
He began to protest but you spun and gave him the best smile you could, “You all will be better off without me anyways. If I can't even keep an even temper against slow trolls then I will be of no use against a dragon, I may even be a hindrance.”
Gandalf sighed, exchanging a knowing glance with you, “If you must go my dear girl then go.”
“What? You’re going to let her go just like that?” Fili growled as Kili pleaded to you, “Please, (F/n), stay.”
You wouldn’t look at them or any of the other dwarves, studying the floor for a moment before swinging yourself up into the saddle and giving one last parting thought as you looked off to the horizon, “I’m sorry I deceived you and I wish you luck in reclaiming your home. Everyone deserves a home… Oh and someone give the hobbit a dagger or the like. Even burglars shouldn’t go unarmed.”
With that you trotted off in the direction they had just come from and Bilbo felt like his heart was breaking. Gandalf, on the other hand, was angry, spinning to face Thorin, “That young woman has been cast out of every home and family she has ever known, she will return in time but the damage you have done is beyond repair.”
Thorin clenched his jaw, stating, “It was her choice to leave,” before turning to stalk off towards the ponies.
Balin shook his head, “Are you sure she will return, Gandalf?”
“Of course. She does not know it yet but she just needs to gather her thoughts. She will likely head towards Radagast’s realm and when she is ready she will join us again” The wizard replied, putting the dwarves’ minds at ease.
Bilbo was still watching the small speck on the horizon that was you, “Will she be alright on her own?”
“Yes my Halfling friend, she will. She has spent much of her life wandering the world alone. She will be fine.”
The mood was somber as they pillaged the troll hoard and Gandalf did as you asked and gave Bilbo a small elvish sword, just before Radagast showed up in search of the grey wizard.
Once alone, the first thing the strange man asked was, “Where is your apprentice, Gandalf? You haven’t gone and lost the dear girl have you?”
Gandalf shook his head, “The dwarves did not take too kindly to her heritage I’m afraid. She has gone off somewhere with her thoughts.”
Radagast eyes widened, “You should not have let her go. There is an evil falling over the land, it has never been more dangerous on the roads and even in the forests.”
Gandalf quirked an eyebrow at him and Radagast set into explaining the situation in his forest with the giant spiders and the lack of growth before mentioning Gandalf’s worst fear- Dol Guldur was no longer uninhabited. The necromancer had returned.