Hobbit (4)

“Oh! My poor servant!” The Orc Chieftain holds it with the clothes
smoking yet.
“Now worry about yourself”, a Troll says mercilessly, “the tournament
has begun.”
“What’s your name?”
“Tom, the Worrier” the Troll replies.
“Good name! My servant is Tom, too. You have a time I pray innocent
Tom to go to Heaven, don’t you?”
“It’s a job of priest”
“I’m an only Orc priest. My Mem are all no talent”
“Ok, but be hurry. The dragon glares us.”
The Chieftain begins to pray.

By them, the Snake and the Crocodile bite each other tail to make a
ring. As the Snake has been already swollen half of its green body, the
rink makes 'D' not 'O'. But its weird shape is enough to let the Ogre,
another tournament player panicked.

“Bad omen, bad omen.” It stamps and clashes the Hand, its match
player in death and escapes from the place. It’s sorry for the Hand,
which has its real power only on the magical floor of the dim room in
the firetop mountain.

The Vampire murmurs. “Necromancer must hide among the children on the
junk. I’m glad it helps me to defeat the dragon.”