Three Words:

Bored.

Needing.

Reviews.

Hence this quickie three-line story. (Enter the new age of prompts and challenges.)

(Author does not own The Hobbit or anything related to Tolkein's works)

Bolg had meant to stick the Dwarf in the leg. Better a living hostage than one dead Dwarf and twelve warriors set on revenge.

His aim was too high. The dark haired one jerked backwards and fell, and scream from the fair haired Dwarf was the longest Bolg had ever heard.

He should have gone for the kill instead.

Why do I write these things?