The group of them all quickly ducked behind the fallen tree as a mountain troll came stomping past, two more of the dwarves ponies swinging back and forth (and squealing in fright) beneath its' great bulky arms.
"He's got Myrtle and Minty!" Bilbo exclaimed, his lips pursing together as he made his mind up. He looked at the fae and the two dwarves and muttered quietly, though notably distressed by the thought. "I think they're going to eat them, we have to do something!"
"Yes, yes." Kili nodded in agreement as he and Fili took the two stew bowls from the hobbit's hands. "You should. Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you're so small they'd never see you!"

"N--No--No!" Bilbo tried to protest but the dark haired dwarf went on nodding insistently as he tried to convince the halfling that it would be safe for him to go into the troll's campsite.
"It's perfectly safe, we'll be right behind you!" he promised.