[ArwenBaggins]

Alvinac

Alvinac stood near the front of the crowd with a grim expression. This talk of fighting and battle joyed him, but the thought of his precious daughter and her life brought a chill to his spine. 'Stay near me,' he had told her, but the miller knew that Kari was a rebel. He tried to concentrate on the Mayor and Minastan, but his thoughts kept drifting to the death of his father. Alvinac, seventeen at the time, saw the plow fall onto his father's head, killing him instantly.

Then, thoughts of his dear Genevieve strayed into his mind. He couldn't imagine loosing another member of his already small family.

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Kari

Kari ran up to Andreth, who was standing uncomfortably next to a hobbit she had seen somewhere before. "Hullo Ms. Andreth!" She laughed, holding up a flower.

"My father said ta give this ta you." She handed it up, smiling as wide as she could and proudly displaying her coppery hair.

She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out an average sized blue book. "Here's your book on Hobbits. Father said ta give it back." Her smiled disappeared, and she pushed the book toward Andreth.

[ October 05, 2003: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]