Character: Wildman of the Hills
Source: Pre-Ring War, maybe…
Disclaimer: Inspired by Tolkien... and the Staffordshire Hoard!
‘You reap what you sow...’
His father’s voice... repeated over and over in his head, counterpoint to the rhythm of pounding feet. He ran, ran for his life, lungs straining, heart thudding. The heavy leather bag thumped against him, jangling with every stride – gold! He shouldn’t have, but the others did... ‘yes’ his father’s spectre snarled, ‘...and look what happened to them!’
He feared to think of the Horsemen’s swords, the carnage when the Rohirrim found them...
Maybe if he buried the looted gold... he could hide...
He scraped a hole... but never escaped the horselords' wrath to retrieve it.