[Novnarwen]

Hedgar

Hedgar sat in his wooden chair, having a cup of hot tea in his hand. He sipped it, making sounds which were very unusual, when drinking mid-day tea. However, this wasn't just an ordinary day; it was one of those days when Hedgar needed to think. He didn't have time to do that much on ordinary days. But hey, I can always try to think, Hedgar thought, finishing his cup of tea.

He leaned back, wondering how horrible this was for Fippi. For it sure was horrible, right? What if he sat at the back row in the classroom, on a stool, made of cheap wood? That couldn't be nice, could it? Hedgar grew saddened by this thought. And the more he gave thought to it, then more desperate did he become. "The Big Folk children are at least two times the size of Fippi," he muttered, trying to imagine Fippi almost getting stepped on. Was he that little. Hedgar questioned himself, but tried to think positive. His hobbit boy was a brave, young, stout, energetic, good fellow. He hesitated, brave?

Hedgar tried to clear his thoughts, giving thought to Rosie, who was currently very busy at the kitchen. She was making pea-stewing with mushrooms, her very own speciality. Hedgar was pleased, and decided to go out to close the mills. It was very early for such a decision, but the Hobbit had far too much on his mind, for having the mills open. The only thing he should and would be focusing on, was Fippi, his hobbit boy. His son was probably struggling with this obnoxious idea, about socializing at some kind of a school, which had in the first place been proposed by a BIG FOLK woman!

[ October 29, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]

[ November 03, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]