@stcries-untcld answered:
[📜] He took a step back, perhaps five steps back, as the troll approached. He was not up for another round of barbeque with trolls and dwarves. They had barely gotten out last time and currently he was effectively by himself. Bilbo was meant to be scouting, not getting himself into more mischief.
"Nope, no trouble at all!" he states, taking another step back, "In fact, I was never here at all." There's only a seconds pause before he's turning to run into the nearest area of brush.
Unlike Mordorian Olog-hai, Bruce had once hailed from the feral population which resided in the southernmost tip of Mirkwood: wilder than their armored, battle-forged kin. They were silent despite their size, and moved on all fours.
Thus, corralling a smaller stranger wasn't a infeasible endeavor to the Troll.
An enormous claw dashed behind the stranger, and the Troll's body followed through to block the their path. "'fraid I don't find that all too convincin'," Bruce said, lowering his enormous head to better study the stranger: far too small to be Elf, too beardless to be Dwarf, and with ears too pointed to be a Man. Then again, out of all three, Bruce had only ever personally met a Man. Who was to say this stranger wasn't an Elf variant?
"Seems awful dangerous to be out wanderin' the wilds alone."
