Frodo and Bilbo stared in horror at the corpse of the beautiful young woman lying on the kitchen floor. They had taken her in only days earlier and now she was dead.
"What happened to her, uncle?" Frodo tore his gaze away from the dead girl and looked at Bilbo.
"I... I don't know," the older Hobbit whispered with a hint of panic in his voice. "I just offered her a bit of cake..." He gestured at the table where a plate with a half eaten piece of cake on it sat. "It was just a bit of peanut cake..."
Some stuff I posted on a German fanfiction site ages ago. Similarities with existing fics are unintentional.