The hobbit scurried into the elegantly furnished room in Elrond's house, looked around to make sure it was empty, then turned back to the door and beckoned to someone waiting there to come in.
Heavy footsteps resounded on the oaken panels of the floor as the troll entered, looking about him in wide-eyed and open-mouthed amazement.
When the first confusion subsided, a wide grin could be seen to spread on its face, and noticing a delicately carved Elven chair in a corner, it went and sat down.
With a protesting cracking the chair collapsed, leaving the troll sitting on the floor, looking astonished...
I knew what you meant, Din - and I quite agree about people who crash into threads armed with super-powers and a bazooka.
(Edited for grammar)