Singing Hobbitling

Hey guys! This week, I'm doing something a little different. My two-word prompts have started to bore me (always a dangerous thing with a writer) so I've decided to share a couple random fanfiction snippets I've written for a friend recently. Let me know if you like them!
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The door, yawning before them like a great, dark mouth, seemed to Bilbo rather sinister in the failing light. He realized with a rather unpleasant start that the dwarves' eyes, shining in the dark, were all fixed on him. It was time (despite the lack of supper) for him to render the promised service. Swallowing in an attempt to banish the fear lodged in his throat, the little hobbit crept forward.

Fanfiction for a friend

A friend of mine made the mistake last month of showing me a fanfiction scene she'd written as a warm-up for NaNoWriMo. I read the scene, and then the next day, I started sending her scenes for her fanfiction, because I enjoy messing with other people's characters. I realize there's no context for this scene here (and explaining would take too long) but I really enjoyed the character interactions here. What you need to know: 
- Rick is an ex-military bodyguard
- Mitchell is a telepath and a technopath
- Snart is a villain
- The girl on the bed is Skye Sperling, a distant relative of the Flash and similarly gifted
Enjoy. 
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The room was nearly silent around him, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and Skye's soft breathing. She was on her back, hands folded on her stomach, legs straight, hair arranged perfectly on the pillow around her face. She had been washed and treated. One leg was in a bulky temporary cast, and fading bruises colored the side of her face under the scrapes that were already healing pink and raw-looking under the thin scabs.

Snart sighed. To see her lying so completely still struck him as wrong. He was willing to bet that she moved even in her sleep.

"You should have kept running," he told her, breaking the silence without any real intention to say anything. "You would have been fine if you had kept running. I know it would have been close, but you would have made it. You always do."

Sherlock Earns a Beating

 I'm sure all of you have had that moment where you rediscover something (a book, a picture, a movie, a scrap of short story scribbled on your college history notes) that you re-experience and it's fantastic and you wonder why in the world you don't remember it and never did anything with it. I just did that with this little fanfiction snippet for BBC's Sherlock with a fem!Watson. 

Enjoy! I know I did. :D

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"I'm not entirely sure why you engage in this sort of self-punishment, Joan." He had appeared to be ignoring them for the most part, which Joan had been grateful for, until he decided to open his mouth. Joan Watson broke off the rather serious conversation she'd been having with her girlfriend to glare at her flatmate. Sherlock was in the kitchen, messing with his "chemistry set." Something about blood and ash. And heavens knew, Sherlock knew about ash.