Glad to have the company of the cheery dwarf Hamfast smiled at Anuion, loving his attitude. He greatly appreciated his battle song, it reminded him of the songs of warriors he had heard in tales. This gave him strength and he continued on with a spring in his step.
Hamfast knew that anytime he felt homesick and thought of the cheery little hobbit hole he lived in with his dear wife and beautiful little children, he would just about turn around right on the spot and head for home. Except for the tales, the songs, the stories. He would remember, a long time gone now, when he was a small child and sat by the hearth and listened to the stories of battles and glory and romance and of far away lands. Hamfast felt like a hero marching along next to a dwarf with a pack on his back and a weapon near at hand. He told himself would never forget this day, though he hoped that that thought would last out the night.
[ December 31, 2002: Message edited by: Durelin ]
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