Disclaimer: Tolkien created them and then did mean things to them. I try to play with them in between the canon angst.
Author's Note: For the Rage challenge. The first draft was about 135 words and it really was a shame to lose those 35 words - a lot of character stuff had to go. There's a little gift in there for fileg.
The lad ducked as the book flew past his head. Eyes flashing, he traced the leather-bound tome’s path.
“What’s this? You nearly hit me!”
The child’s tear-streaked face halted him suddenly.
“Father won’t tell me a story! He used to, but not any more - not since...”
“I know, little bird.”
He prised another book from rage-numbed fingers and pulled the boy to him, wrapping him in lean arms, holding him until the sobs abated.
“Maybe I could tell you a story.”
“It wouldn’t be the same.”
“I know. Maybe you could tell me a story.”