The dwarves and Bilbo had now been put in quite the predicament. They were all bound up into individual burlap sacks, and some of them were then tied all together to a large branch which the troll who seemed to do all the cooking suspended over the crackling fire. 

As the dwarves tried to beg for their release, the trolls ignored them and began debating how exactly they should cook their new found meal. 
"Don't bother cookin' 'em!" protested the troll who seemed to be the youngest. "Let's just sit on 'em, and squash 'em into jelly!"
"No! They should be sauteed with a sprinkle of sage!" protested the cook troll, nodding to himself as he thought that sounded the best way to prepare them.
"Oh, well that [i]does[/i] sound nice..." his companion agreed and the other remaining troll scowled and exclaimed loudly.
"Oh quit yer gripin' and get a move on already, dawn ain't far away. I don't fancy bein' turned tah stone!"

Hearing the troll proclaim this, Bilbo looked up and saw that the sun was beginning to rise over the hills and knew if he could stall then perhaps the trolls would turn to stone before they could be cooked, or squashed into jelly for that matter, and eaten. 
"Wait, you are making a [i]terrible[/i] mistake!" he proclaimed at the trolls as he leapt to his feet the best he could in the sack, shuffling forward.
"You can't reason with them, they're half-wits!" protested Bofur who was one of the dwarves being turned around on the pole over the fire.