You've taken to battle-- [For the next few moments, the worm's twisting and whipping back and forth to catch its attackers in its fangs or the coils of its body keeps Fili busy, and whether he'd spoken in jest stays unconfirmed. Of course, Bilbo has probably already made up his mind on that, and it doesn't take a long look at him to see that all of this does not fit his definition of fun any more than it did at the outset.
But just as he didn't leave the ponies or the Company to the trolls, didn't go home to his comfortable hobbit-hole, didn't watch idly as Azog demanded Thorin's head, just as he came through to get all of them out of their elven cells, he isn't running now. He should be pleased with himself.
A couple more stabs and slashes, and fresh blood and worse spills from the worm's belly. Blade glistening, Fili drops the teasing to glance over his shoulder and up for that large fire or one of those dragons or... any open flame close by, before the worm revives into several.]
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But just as he didn't leave the ponies or the Company to the trolls, didn't go home to his comfortable hobbit-hole, didn't watch idly as Azog demanded Thorin's head, just as he came through to get all of them out of their elven cells, he isn't running now. He should be pleased with himself.
A couple more stabs and slashes, and fresh blood and worse spills from the worm's belly. Blade glistening, Fili drops the teasing to glance over his shoulder and up for that large fire or one of those dragons or... any open flame close by, before the worm revives into several.]