One Hundred Tales to Weave

by Aria Breuer

For every story, there is a scene. Each scene represents a certain time and place where an event occurred. From the fantastic to the simple, I present my third drabble challenge, this time designed by me! Rated T for language and drinking.

12. Werewolf

97.) Werewolf

Word Count: 128

Merry Brandybuck didn't want to be a werewolf. And yet, here he was as a werewolf. He howled at the moon in agony. He shivered, sending vibrations down his furry brown body. This was a disaster. He'd been bit by a wolf, all for being in his territory. And now… now, he was trapped in this form. Would he ever snap out of it?

"Merry… Merry!"

A voice woke him up. He was out of the daydream. He was… a hobbit. No fur, no howling at the moon. And there was Pippin Took, his cousin. He was the one that pulled him out of this horrid nightmare.

"Merry, you fell asleep." Pippin told him. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine." Merry said, sipping his cold tea in shame.

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Thanks for reading. :)