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The Troll - What could have happened

July 2, 2003
Submitted By Ugluk

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There was a loud smash against the door. The troll woke up slowly, too slowly for the guards, who stabbed short, barbed spears into the troll's sides. Groaning, the troll climbed to his feet. What was the matter with those orcs? He just wanted to be left alone and fed occasionally, and he had been allowed to do so for twenty years.
One Orc came forward and grabbed the chain around the troll's neck. He knew better than to resist. If he tried they would surround him with those horrible spears and hurt him into submission. He followed dutifully as they dragged him from the room, stopping just outside so he could pick up the giant club. Now he knew exactly what was going to happen. It would be just like what happen that time, long ago, when they'd taken him and made him fight those strange creatures on that one room, where everything was so shiny and bright it hurt to see. They had had fierce axes, and had given him many wounds, which had been sore for a long time.
He was led down a dark tunnel, and out into a dark hall. They led him along, around the pillars, until they came to an entrance to a chamber. Many Orcs were smashing at the door, trying to break it. Suddenly one screeched, and fell down, an arrow in it's belly. Then the doors fell forward. He could see the Orcs charging through, and some strange creatures swinging sharp things. He didn't want to go in there, but the Orcs would hurt him if he didn't.
Then troll walked forward. The hole seemed a lot smaller now, before he had just walked through, now he had to smash a large part from the top away so he could get through. One of that strange creatures did something, and then came a stinging pain on his chest. It didn't hurt him, really, but it stung.
Then he spotted one of the creatures on the floor, a smaller one. The troll raised his club and swung at it, but it dodged under his legs. Where was it? He swung around, it was crawling away. It was too close to the wall to hit it with the club, so the troll brought one of his giant feet up over it. He was about to crush it when he was jerked backward. He stumbled, and looked around. Two of the strange creatures had the chain around his neck. He grabbed the chain and yanked. One of the creatures flew across the room against the wall. The troll fell no exuberation, no gladness...he almost felt a trace of sympathy. But he had to kill them.
He turned around, toward another of the creatures. It looked like those other ones he'd killed so long ago. He swung the club at it, smashing the rock it was standing on, but it jumped away. He followed after it, swinging his club back and forth. It connected with two Orcs, smashing them to pieces. The creature ran towards the wall. He followed it, held up his club. Then more pain came, high up on his stomach. He looked around. The short one was gone, but high up on a ledge was another creature, differant. He grabbed the chain and slashed at the thing. It moved quickly, and the chain missed. He slashed again. It dodged. Why couldn't he hit it? The troll took a hard grip, and brought the chain over his head at the creature. It leapt away, evading it. He swung again, but the chain got stuck on some rocks. He pulled it taght, tried to get it loose. The thing ran up the chain.
Now the creature was right up on his shoulders! He struck blindly at it, but missed. Then came the pain again, right at the back of his neck. Oh! It hurt! Then the creature was gone. Good riddance. Let the Orcs kill it. He then saw other prey, more of the small creatures. He swung the club at them, but they moved away, two on one side and one on the other. He went after the one. It scrambled around a pillar, always on the other side of him. Finally the creature fell down. He grabbed it and pulled it towards him, but it swung a shiny thing at his hand, and the stab of pain made him drop it. It scrambled away. He was starting to chase it when a much larger creature jumped in front of him, ramming something sharp against his chest. Each time he tried to move forward it sank in deeper. He bellowed in pain and dropped the club. The troll swatted at the creature, and it fell away. He grabbed the spear and wrenched it out of his chest. The two creatures were down by the floor. He swung the spear at them, but missed. One jumped up and ran away. He chased after it, and thrust his spear forward again. The creature slammed against the spear, but didnt hurt itself. He pulled the spear back for one more jab, and slammed the spear against the front of the small creature, smashing it against the wall. It squeaked, and fell down.
Then two creatures landed on his shoudlers, and started stabbing him. He bellowed in pain, and moved away, trying to dislodge them. Finally he grabbed one off, and swung it around the room, intending to dash it against the wall. But a differant creature hacked at his hand, making him drop it.
Suddenly he was aware that there were no more Orcs in the room. There were four creatures standing around, looking at him. Just in front of him was the creature he couldn't hit with the chain. A small glint of light reflected off something he was holding. A stab of pain came at the back of his neck. He bellowed. Then he felt something his him in the mouth. Then came the pain.
It hurt terribly, worse than anything he had ever felt. His whole head felt like it was on fire, blinding, agonzing pain. He gave a sick bellow. He staggered for a moment, then everything went black.
He felt strange, as if he were flying. He could see his body lying there, on the floor. Then everything went white, bright shining light. But it didn't hurt his eyes, as light had before. It was strangely pleasant. He felt himself falling down, down, nothing above and nothing below him. Then his feet touched ground, which was not hard stone. It was soft, and bent beneath his toes. Grass, it was. The word came out of nowhere. Then he became aware of something flowing over him, cool and refreshing. He opened his mouth and something flowed in, and he drank. Water.
The troll opened his eyes, and looked down. His fat, bulging, warty body had given way to smooth brown skin. It was covered with little things, leaves he suddenly percieved. All around him were trees, growing up, up. He was standing under a waterfall. He walked out, and looked slowly around. It was astonishingly beautiful, and he was surprised to discover that he knew the names of everything. He lifted an arm to touch a tree, and stared in shock! It looked just like the branch of a tree! "Hoom, Hoom!" he said to himself, out loud, and found that his voice sounded pleasant, and deep. What was he? He had changed suddenly. But he new what everything else was around him, instinctively. What am I, he asked himself. And from deep downn in his heart, the answer came, and in some way it did not surprise him.
You are an Ent, as your people were before Morgoth ruined you.

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  1. I really like the way you narrate this story from the troll's perspective, with only the limited knowledge thereof. As he described one orc getting an arrow in its belly, though, wouldn't he know he'd been shot?

    Cut down on the "he did"s in order to improve flow. Try varying sentence beginnings instead--putting the verb at the front of the sentence, as in "kicking the . . ." helps, as does combining sentences (as long as they don't turn out to be run-ons).

    The ending was a little . . .odd. Trolls mutated Ents? Wouldn't that be sort of like turning plant into animal? Interesting and definitely original, though. I'll look forward to reading more by you.

    Comment by Lily_Took - July 2, 2003 @ 4:13 PM

  2. I really like the way you narrate this story from the troll's perspective, with only the limited knowledge thereof. As he described one orc getting an arrow in its belly, though, wouldn't he know he'd been shot?

    Cut down on the "he did"s in order to improve flow. Try varying sentence beginnings instead--putting the verb at the front of the sentence, as in "kicking the . . ." helps, as does combining sentences (as long as they don't turn out to be run-ons).

    The ending was a little . . .odd. Trolls mutated Ents? Wouldn't that be sort of like turning plant into animal? Interesting and definitely original, though. I'll look forward to reading more by you.

    Comment by Lily_Took - July 2, 2003 @ 4:13 PM

  3. I always felt terribly sorry for that poor poor troll! I'm so glad it got (reincarnated?) as an ent!

    Comment by Lalaith-Elerrina - July 2, 2003 @ 4:43 PM

  4. I always felt terribly sorry for that poor poor troll! I'm so glad it got (reincarnated?) as an ent!

    Comment by Lalaith-Elerrina - July 2, 2003 @ 4:43 PM

  5. I've always felt a little sorry for that troll, but now I really do feel pity for him. I am also confused over the Ent-to-Troll transformation, I seem to remember Tolkien saying something about Trolls being made in mockery of Ents though. Anyway, good job! I really enjoyed reading it.


    ~Wilwarin

    Comment by Wilwarin_Elerrina - July 2, 2003 @ 5:04 PM

  6. I've always felt a little sorry for that troll, but now I really do feel pity for him. I am also confused over the Ent-to-Troll transformation, I seem to remember Tolkien saying something about Trolls being made in mockery of Ents though. Anyway, good job! I really enjoyed reading it.


    ~Wilwarin

    Comment by Wilwarin_Elerrina - July 2, 2003 @ 5:04 PM

  7. Very interesting difinatly original!It probably would be easier if you put in paragraphs and I got rather lost in the troll/ent part but otherwise I found it to be a great story I also look forward to more of your work.

    Comment by ~Arwen_Evenstar925~ - July 3, 2003 @ 6:16 AM

  8. Very interesting difinatly original!It probably would be easier if you put in paragraphs and I got rather lost in the troll/ent part but otherwise I found it to be a great story I also look forward to more of your work.

    Comment by ~Arwen_Evenstar925~ - July 3, 2003 @ 6:16 AM

  9. i remember tolkein saying the trolls where a mockery of ents but i forgot about it!! cool!!

    Comment by SugarhighElf2 - July 3, 2003 @ 9:49 AM

  10. i remember tolkein saying the trolls where a mockery of ents but i forgot about it!! cool!!

    Comment by SugarhighElf2 - July 3, 2003 @ 9:49 AM

  11. This is so creative! the 'Troll turning into an Ent' thing was cool and very original! Good job. You should write more!

    Comment by *Evenstar - July 3, 2003 @ 12:14 PM

  12. This is so creative! the 'Troll turning into an Ent' thing was cool and very original! Good job. You should write more!

    Comment by *Evenstar - July 3, 2003 @ 12:14 PM

  13. Yes. In TT, Treebeard tells Merry and Pippin that Trolls were made in mockery of Ents, and in Unfinished Tales, Tolkien tells us that Morgoth made Trolls from Ents the same way he made Orcs from Elves: twisting and mutilating them.
    Signing off,
    Lothloriel

    Comment by Lothloriel - July 19, 2003 @ 1:15 PM

  14. Yes. In TT, Treebeard tells Merry and Pippin that Trolls were made in mockery of Ents, and in Unfinished Tales, Tolkien tells us that Morgoth made Trolls from Ents the same way he made Orcs from Elves: twisting and mutilating them.
    Signing off,
    Lothloriel

    Comment by Lothloriel - July 19, 2003 @ 1:15 PM

  15. Liked it

    Comment by nimsarn - October 6, 2003 @ 6:15 AM

  16. That's so sweet, I love it.

    Comment by Elrohiril - April 12, 2004 @ 6:13 PM

  17. I love this one! It always makes me cry...

    Neana

    Comment by Neana - March 17, 2006 @ 6:33 PM

  18. I love this one! It always makes me cry...

    Neana

    Comment by Neana - March 17, 2006 @ 6:33 PM

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