Just Short The Hobbit Edition
This was my first stab at Hobbit Fanfiction
Blood pours onto the ground pooling in an ever growing puddle around a limp hand. Hazel eyes stare blank and empty into the sky. Once curly chestnut colored hair is now dark and dirty sticking to a pale face and neck. Bright crimson stains clothing. Held tight in deaths grasp is a short elven blade shining blue. Thirteen dwarrows fight on not noticing that their burglar is unmoving. Then a young dwarf with red hair stumbles over the body. Eyes widen in shock and a shrill scream escapes his lips. His brothers rush to his side killing the orcs who try to strike him. Looking over a dwarf with thick gray streaked black hair feels his heart stop at the sight. Blue eyes deaden slightly and he increases his efforts. Soon all the orcs are dead and the company morns the loss of their hobbit. Not moments ago he was alive, joking, laughing, talking to them... now... The three youngest dwarrows sob loudly at the loss and Bofur falls to his knees feeling the loss of a dear friend.