"A hobbit?" the trolls did not seem to know what kind of creature that was. Though to their simple minds it didn't matter really, they had only one agenda.
"Can we cook him?" one of the other trolls spoke up what they were all thinking. But before they could make any move to dunk the poor hobbit into a pot, out of the bushes leapt Kili, swinging his sword at the foot of the nearest troll who squealed and hopped on the spot.
"DROP HIM!" the dwarf proclaimed loudly, glowering threateningly at the mountain trolls.
"You wot?" exclaimed the one that had a hold of Bilbo, as if he did not understand the command.
"I said, [i]DROP HIM![/i]" Kili repeated, swinging his sword around for dramatic effect, threatening to attack them again if they didn't comply.

"Thorin! Come quickly!" cried Fili as he ran up to the group. "It's Bilbo! He's been captured by trolls! They stole some of the ponies, he tried to get them back but the trolls have got him and we have to help!"