Fredgar Hornblower, Shiriff of Hobbiton
Fredgar nodded slowly and looked at Aman. “Of course, the Inn can still be saved.” He looked around himself and saw Buttercup and Ruby preparing a meal for the tired and scared people around. Zackarias and Angus were doing their job well. He got reminded of Tobias that stood outside the stable and looked after the horses. “By the way, I have met my cousin here, Tobias Hornblower, and we brought the horses and ponies out of the stable.” Fredgar said and turned back to Aman. Aman nodded and Fredgar said “He is outside the stable and are looking after them.” Fredgar coughed by all the thick smoke in the air. “Just tell me if you need me for anything, I must go and check how Tobias is doing with the horses!”
He turned from Aman and ran to the stable where Toby was. He could see him sitting by a horse and clapping him. As Fredgar came running he stood up. Toby seemed to be happy sitting there and watch them, Fredgar smiled to him and waved. “Is everything alright here?” Fredgar asked Toby. Toby nodded and grinned. Fredgar began to think of what they should do with the horses, he had forgot to ask Aman that. The horses seemed worried about something. They were trying to get the ropes of and Fredgar and Toby tried to calm them down. I must hear what Aman thinks we should do with the horses. After all, she is from Rohan and probably do know more about horses than I do.
He told Toby to run to Aman and ask her what they would do with the horses. They intended to be really worried about the smell of fire. Fredgar was quiet used to ponies and their reactions but not horses. As Toby ran to find Aman, Fredgar tried to calm them down and stroke the most paniced horse over the neck. The rain seemed to never stop and Fredgar soon became wet. He pulled up his hood, but it didn’t help very much. He coughed and shrugged. It was getting cold too. He shrugged even more and jumped up and down meanwhile he tried to calm down the horses. One horse was almost free from its bound by the tree but Fredgar managed to get it fixed. “Don’t worry, it will be over.” He whispered softly in the horse ear. He knew that the horse didn’t understand him yet it calmed down a bit. The rain sprinkled down his face and he took up a handkerchief and dried his face.
His own pony, Roman, was standing there. He was the only pony that was almost calm. He didn’t neigh at all and just stood there and looked with sad eyes at Fredgar. Fredgar tried to smile, but the cold rain made it hard to smile. He sat down on a stump nearby the horses and pulled up his pipe from his pocket at the inside of his cloak. He lighted it and waited for Toby to come back with words from Aman.
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