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piosenniel · 10-26-2003, 12:10 PM

Will Farroweed

‘Who is that, keeps looking over our way?’

Bart nudged Will as they stood in the shadow of a tree near where the other children were at recess on the grassy interior of the fenced pen. ‘Looks like a bunch of stupid donkeys, all running around in there,’ snickered Roddy. ‘That’s the Innkeeper’s kid,’ hissed Will, motioning for them to keep their voices down.

Will’s eye was on Edmund. He was that Hobbit-loving woman's kid, and under her thumb from what he understood . . . or maybe not. The boy looked interested, he could tell, in Will and his gang. And his quick glance in the window of the schoolroom earlier had given him the impression that Edmund was none too thrilled to be sitting next to one of the Little Folk. With a quick jerk of his head, Will motioned for the boy to sneak over to see him.

The three older boys slid behind the trunk of the great tree and waited. They heard the quick steps approaching and held their breath, hoping it was not that man Andreth had set to watch the boys. They were not disappointed, as Edmund, grinning at his own daring, slipped into place behind the tree with them.

Will peeked round the tree. Rob, the laborer Andreth had set to watch the students, was sitting there in the shade, his legs crossed in front of him, his eyes closed. He was enjoying the break from repairing the Inn roof. Will turned back to give Edmund the once over, and then grinned back at him.

‘You’re Edmund, right? You up for a little fun after school?’ Will looked appraisingly at Edmund. Roddy spit on the ground by Edmund’s foot. ‘That is, if you’re mommy’ll let you!’ he challenged. Will gave Roddy a shove on the arm.

‘Hey! Back off him,’ he said, clapping his arm round Edmund’s shoulders. ‘Looks to me like the kind of guy that makes his own decisions.’ He looked down at Edmund. ‘Don’t you, buddy?’

[ October 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

10-26-2003, 12:10 PM	#88
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Will Farroweed ‘Who is that, keeps looking over our way?’ Bart nudged Will as they stood in the shadow of a tree near where the other children were at recess on the grassy interior of the fenced pen. ‘Looks like a bunch of stupid donkeys, all running around in there,’ snickered Roddy. ‘That’s the Innkeeper’s kid,’ hissed Will, motioning for them to keep their voices down. Will’s eye was on Edmund. He was that Hobbit-loving woman's kid, and under her thumb from what he understood . . . or maybe not. The boy looked interested, he could tell, in Will and his gang. And his quick glance in the window of the schoolroom earlier had given him the impression that Edmund was none too thrilled to be sitting next to one of the Little Folk. With a quick jerk of his head, Will motioned for the boy to sneak over to see him. The three older boys slid behind the trunk of the great tree and waited. They heard the quick steps approaching and held their breath, hoping it was not that man Andreth had set to watch the boys. They were not disappointed, as Edmund, grinning at his own daring, slipped into place behind the tree with them. Will peeked round the tree. Rob, the laborer Andreth had set to watch the students, was sitting there in the shade, his legs crossed in front of him, his eyes closed. He was enjoying the break from repairing the Inn roof. Will turned back to give Edmund the once over, and then grinned back at him. ‘You’re Edmund, right? You up for a little fun after school?’ Will looked appraisingly at Edmund. Roddy spit on the ground by Edmund’s foot. ‘That is, if you’re mommy’ll let you!’ he challenged. Will gave Roddy a shove on the arm. ‘Hey! Back off him,’ he said, clapping his arm round Edmund’s shoulders. ‘Looks to me like the kind of guy that makes his own decisions.’ He looked down at Edmund. ‘Don’t you, buddy?’ [ October 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.