Tough Luck
E/O Drabble Challenge, word: precious.
Summary: Some things were meant to being hunted down – no matter when, no matter where. But seriously – this just wasn't fair. Kind of crossover.
A/N: When this word hit my innocent eye there really wasn't the slightest choice – I couldn't resist. Still... I feel a bit sorry for what I did. Yessssssss.
The creature crouched by the river, it's huge eyes reflecting the moonlight like silvery puddles. It chanted and gibbered in a low voice, long and spidery fingers hovering over the shallow water like seagulls.
Fast as an arrow one hand cut through the water, returning with a thrashing fish, caressing it before sharp teeth tore through scales and flesh.
"Ahhh..."
Cold lips smacking.
"Hunt's good up here, oh yesss. Strange scents and sounds, true, dearest, but the rivers are clean and there's nice fish. They can't get us here – no Goblins, no Shelob, no Beggins – just you and me, precioussss.
xxx
The crow-black car carved her path through the night, dark trees flying by like a petrified army. At the sudden hit she skidded to a halt, as dumbstruck as the two men climbing out.
"What the...? Did you see anything?"
"Not even a friggin' rabbit. If someone hurt my Baby, I swear..."
"Forget your precious for a sec. What if WE hurt someone."
"Yuk! There's something sticky on the grill."
"Sticky red?"
"Sticky frog-green."
"No body though."
"Nope, even checked under the car."
Sam sighed. "Alright, let's go, poor thing's probably dead."
Hidden in a ditch lay the ring, waiting.