Drabble
Well, I've ranted (previous entry), so here's a drabble. Features armed hobbits.
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TRAINING DAY
The giant spider chittered angrily and lunged at its fresh meat.
Little Bilbo, alone and frightened in the wild, shouted with his own anger and advanced upon the Mirkwood monster, brandishing Sting. No friends of his would die by those poison fangs today, and he, Bilbo, would not wind up wrapped and hanging in foul spider-cords!
From far outside of Mirkwood, a voice called.
"Frodo! Samwise!"
Spider and hobbit stopped their combat.
"Tea's ready, lads!"
The spell was broken.
Frodo jumped up from his crouch on hands and knees. Sam dropped the stick. Both boys ran, laughing, into Bag End.
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TRAINING DAY
The giant spider chittered angrily and lunged at its fresh meat.
Little Bilbo, alone and frightened in the wild, shouted with his own anger and advanced upon the Mirkwood monster, brandishing Sting. No friends of his would die by those poison fangs today, and he, Bilbo, would not wind up wrapped and hanging in foul spider-cords!
From far outside of Mirkwood, a voice called.
"Frodo! Samwise!"
Spider and hobbit stopped their combat.
"Tea's ready, lads!"
The spell was broken.
Frodo jumped up from his crouch on hands and knees. Sam dropped the stick. Both boys ran, laughing, into Bag End.