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Tinuviel of Denton · 04-11-2004, 05:05 PM

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The little hut was dark. A window would have been far too difficult to keep sealed in winter, welcome as its air and light might have been in summer. The only openings were a small smokehole in the middle of the ceiling and the doorway, covered with a large hide. Although, the wind always seemed to find cracks and crevices in the walls. Here, ensconced in the least drafty corner of the hut sat a small boy, his leg bound in the softest skins his mother had been able to lay hands on. Here also was a little girl, two years older, halfway finished weaving a lopsided basket with already calloused fingers. She looked at her brother, who was staring at some point in the middle of the room, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

A nod.

"A lot?"

Another nod.

"You're not crying anymore," she pointed out.

Yet another nod, followed by, " 'Cause I'm a man." The words 'you idiot' were left unspoken.

"You're not a man yet," Rain contradicted. "You're still a little boy."

"But I'm gonna be a man."

His sister considered this for a moment, then shrugged. He did have a point.

"And," Flint added, "I'm gonna be just like Unca Wolf."

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04-11-2004, 05:05 PM	#12
Tinuviel of Denton Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Amid the hills and dales of the Shire... or not. Posts: 579	Hillmen The little hut was dark. A window would have been far too difficult to keep sealed in winter, welcome as its air and light might have been in summer. The only openings were a small smokehole in the middle of the ceiling and the doorway, covered with a large hide. Although, the wind always seemed to find cracks and crevices in the walls. Here, ensconced in the least drafty corner of the hut sat a small boy, his leg bound in the softest skins his mother had been able to lay hands on. Here also was a little girl, two years older, halfway finished weaving a lopsided basket with already calloused fingers. She looked at her brother, who was staring at some point in the middle of the room, and asked, "Does it hurt?" A nod. "A lot?" Another nod. "You're not crying anymore," she pointed out. Yet another nod, followed by, " 'Cause I'm a man." The words 'you idiot' were left unspoken. "You're not a man yet," Rain contradicted. "You're still a little boy." "But I'm gonna be a man." His sister considered this for a moment, then shrugged. He did have a point. "And," Flint added, "I'm gonna be just like Unca Wolf."