Inner peace

The day started as any other, what wildlife was around going about thier lives, before being startled away by the waking of a giant.
Of all things he enjoyed, sleeping amongst the northern pines was high on his list or any woodland floor for that matter. Groaning against the fatigue, he heaved himself on to his feet and looked around for an early meal.
With some food in his gut, Erik began his walk, going nowhere in particular, instead enjoying the calm found in the area he had found himself in. Occasionally using the massive hammer he kept as a walking cane, he traveled for most of the day, until finding himself near a Glade.
Beautiful he thought to himself, as he ran his hand through the water, fish swimming quickly away from the large invader. Feeling a sense of calm, he decided this was a good enough place to stay the night and so, after eating a few of the fish, lay down and closed his eyes.
Erik felt his mind wake, though he could sense it was a dream. He felt himself wander through a dense forest, feeling a presence beside him but not able to turn to see it. Suddenly he came upon a clearing, with a camp set up in the middle, but he knew something was wrong. Blood was everywhere, but no bodies to go with it.
NO ERIK, WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!!
Erik woke with a violent jerk, accidently knocking off a chunk of the rock wall beside him. Gasping for breath, he leaned up to see dawn creeping along the horizon.
Then he smelled the stench of rancid breath and freshly broken trees and with further investigation he saw a group of trolls fighting amongst each other, throwing trees and destroying the pond in thier frenzy. Although smarter than most Jotuun, the sight of this peaceful Glade being devastated brought a primal rage from within him as he flung himself at them with a guttural roar.