As soon as the lights went out, his sword was in his hand. He moved his family away and got ready to defend them with his life. As a wolf came he slashed and hacked over and over until it was still. Another sprang at him. He pushed his sword upward and caught it in its stomach. Only then did he notice the searing pain in his arm. He looked down at the bloody arm where the gash was almost invisible under the blood.
Hamfast was dazed from the pain of his arm. He tried to bring his sword arm up, but it hadn't budged. His brain couldn't connect with his muscles and he lay there limp. The wolf was licking its lips, getting ready for its big meal before him. Atleast I'm a hero now he thought. Then the hobbit saw the flash of a familiar axe and two halves of a wolf lay at his feet.
He only half felt Anuionin pick him up and when he spoke it sounded far away. The hobbit hadn't been hurt this way before and it was a shock. Once laying down away from the dead wolves he gathered up his strength and tried to focus on what was going on around him. He was doing better already and he even remembered that he had killed two wolves. As excitedly as he could get with his bloody arm, he told his friend of the two wolves. But he was in for a bigger suprise, Anuionin told him of his own son killing a wolf. And the mayor, "You're family must be some breathing nest for heroes Hamfast." He was a hero, and so was his son! His wife loved him, and his children were proud of him. He had a good friend, who had saved his life, and he was alive. This was the happiest day of his life.
[ February 01, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]
[ February 01, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
|