Shadow's Instadrabbles by daughterofshadows

He would make a lovely corpse

Written for the Zingers challenge, this chapter is an alternative take on one of my current TRSB fics, featuring Galdor, Nellas, Beleg and Mablung, though the last one is not named.

The prompt was:

"He would make a lovely corpse." - Charles Dickens

Galdor froze when he felt the knife at his throat and cursed himself for letting his mind stray while collecting wild blackberries.

If he died here, he would never forgive himself.

Though… this did not look like an orc knife. This was an elvish blade, if his eyes did not deceive him. Perhaps there was still hope.

“He would make a lovely corpse, don’t you think?” a voice above him said and Galdor tried to sneak a glance at his captor but to no avail.

Suddenly, Nellas burst forth from the bushes.

“Oh, for Yavanna’s sake, leave him alone Beleg!”

Chapter End Notes

There are many reasons why I decided to go a different path with this scene in the long-fic, but I still enjoyed the idea, so have it for now. Without any context.