The Lost Scrolls: The Taste of Meat

"Worm killed your Chief, poor little fellow, your nice little Boss. Didn't you, Worm? Stabbed him in his sleep, I believe. Buried him, I hope; though Worm has been very hungry lately. No, Worm is not really nice. You had better leave him to me." - 'The Scouring of the Shire', The Return of the King.

Rated R for disturbing material.

I took a slice from the cheek before I buried him. Just a sliver. Even worms deserve a little meat, and meat was all he was. A Hobbit. Not a man, a Hobbit. Sounds like rabbit. Lives in a hole. A creature, then. Not a man, not a man, not a man.

(Worms live in holes too.)

He was sweet and tender for an old beast. (Would a beast sob as the knife went in? Don’t think, don’t think. Worms can’t think. Worms do as Sharkey says.)

Sharkey...not his name. Saruman. And I was –

(No. Worm. WORM.)

Cheek. Sweet.

Not a man.