Photo prompt courtesy Susan Spaulding
I stopped digging and took a breather. My back was really killing me, but I had to dig a little longer. The grave was not deep enough yet, not for two bodies definitely, even though the bodies were small.
Such a waste, I thought to myself, he should have listened to me…. they should have listened to me. Nothing is as precious as one’s life, is it?
And so, I begged them to reveal its location to me, long after I’d grown tired of torturing them, and I knew their bodies were on the verge of giving up. But they just wouldn’t listen?
It’s not as if I’d enjoyed the deed, on the contrary, for they had been my friends.
If only they’d told me where they’d hidden it….If only…. Bilbo and Frodo would still be alive today, and I, Gandalf, would be the master of the one ring to rule them all!
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153 words.
Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction 17 February, 2019
jagahdilmein 
I am very sure Gandalf would not do that 🙂 Well written though the very thought of Gandalf killing Bilbo and Frodo robs me of all words 🙂
Ha ha ha, sorry 🙂
A dark tale of torture, murder and then burying, not one but two people.
Thanks Abhijit