Beneath the Surface

For as long as Bilba has known Fili Durin, he's told her about monsters. How he and his family hunted them, kept people safe from them. Bilba always thought it was cool that he was so creative. She'd thought that, perhaps, one day he'd be a famous writer and she could proudly say she'd known him when.

She'd never actually believed he was telling the truth.
That there really were monsters.
That there really were things hiding under the bed.
In the closest.
In the shadows.

She didn't believe.

She should have.