Belladonna Sackville-Baggins looked out the window and saw it was pouring outside.
“Tomorrow,” she said.
Lotho’s only daughter, Belladonna unspeakably disappointed her father when she declared she admired “Uncle Bilbo” and that, worse still, she was going to follow in his footsteps… By going on adventures.
Lotho strictly forbade her—until he could no longer.
A year had passed since his death, but Belladonna hadn’t left. Every day she found a new excuse.
That night she dreamed she died, and that her parents welcomed her smiling.
“You did the right thing by staying,” Lotho said.
That morning she woke up determined.
“Today,” she said as she left.
Ghash shook his head.
Then an elven arrow killed him.
The last thing he saw was the captain’s disapproving look on his.
“Why didn’t you kill her?”
Ghash searched for the voice’s source, but couldn’t find it. He couldn’t see or feel anything.
“Ghash be good.”
“Ghash do the right thing.”
There was a silence.
“Who told you what to do?”
“Nobody. Ghash decided. Elf had baby.”
“In that case, you have nothing to fear.”
A golden glow enveloped him.
For the first time the orc did not fear the light, but went towards it.
These two tiny stories were written last year for a contest of the Chilean Tolkien Society. The first one obtained first place and the other an honorary mention, I think.
Tiny stories, flash fiction, or whatever you want to call them have a very special place in my heart. I consider them very hard to write well and, what’s even more, I consider their speculative fiction (fantasy, science fiction, and horror) versions to be even harder (if possible).
Still, the challenge usually brings up some very interesting ideas in me, so I always try to give them a go whenever I find the excuse to do so, such as this contest.
I hope you liked them and I’d love to read your comments.
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