Word count: 100
Warning: Quite dark; unresolved but definitely not happy ending.
Source: The Hobbit (AU! AU!)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the Tolkien estate.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. One day he ran off without his pocket-handkerchief on a great Adventure, where he saw elves, and mountains, and all manner of beautiful things. Then he touched a cold circle of metal in the dark and -- nothing. Evil could find no resting place in his kind heart, and he stumbled away empty-handed.
His family never heard from him again. In his own country he'd long been forgotten when the wraiths and Orcs and evil Men came from the East, howling with rage, and burnt all the green fields bare.