He sat on the dew-laden grass beneath a huge oak tree in the centre of the meadow. His face a picture of concentration, tongue peeping out between his lips each time he did a particularly complicated part of the necklace.
His thick stubby fingers surprisingly nimble as they wound, twisted and wove the delicate pieces together.
A smile flashed across his face each time he finished attaching one component, and reached to the pile for another.
Sometimes he pulled a bit off to help blend the chain, sometimes used a length of twine to secure a stubborn, badly shaped piece.
Eventually the pile was depleted, the necklace wasn't long enough, his smile flickered to sadness as the disappointment set in.
With a world-weary sigh the troll heaved his immense bulk off the ground, he picked up the huge wooden club, and for the second time that day set off walking towards the nearby village to collect some more bits and pieces for his necklace, about a dozen or so more corpses should do the trick.
©2013 Stephen. J. Green.