Sam surveyed the group as he read the list of names before him. He saw an uneasy bunch of people, many clutching their young children close to them. Sam shook his head just a little. The meeting hadn't gone quite as well as he had hoped, with people throwing accusations and wild speculation around, but at least they had gotten something done. He had learned something from Cotman Bolger, at least, if he could only do something about it. The patrols and flyers were well and good, but (though he hated to admit it), Hob had a point. They didn't know who these fellows were, what they were doing in the Shire, or even if the still were in the Shire. Sam sighed deeply when he finished reading the names, and received puzzled looks. He smiled apologetically.
"Thank you for coming, and for your ideas. Stay safe, keep an eye on your children, and children, keep an eye out for strangers. We will do all we can to get rid of this threat, and we all appreciate your help. Thank you. Good night."
Sam stepped down from the podium and went straight to his family. He and Rose spoke for a moment, evaluating the meeting, and then he turned to Elanor. He fairly beamed, and took his daughter by the shoulders. "Ellie, I'm very proud of you," he said. "While all the adults were squabbling and fighting among themselves, you spoke sense. Those flyers were a fine idea, Ellie, a great idea. Not many fathers have this much reason to be proud of their girls." He gave her a hug, then stood up. It was time to go home.
[ April 04, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]
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