Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Lord of the Rings' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): gen canonical pairing.
Warning(s): implied PTSD.
Word Count: 100.
Rosie waves fresh strawberries under his nose before he can begin panicking. Her fingers are red and sticky from hours of picking.
"A bumblebee was visiting," she whispers. "You just heard a bee, darling."
Her teeth gnash together. Blood dribbles into the corner of her mouth. Her sticky fingers pet his face, a seemingly loving and sympathetic action.
"I'm sorry," he says. "What did you say?"
Somehow she maintains that patient smile and he loves her all the more.
"I picked strawberries today," she repeats. "Would you like them in a pie?"
Doesn't she know? Even her pies can bleed.