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Durelin · 12-30-2002, 07:20 PM

It was amazing that Hamfast had been able to laugh in his position. He felt brave again when Anuion actually said he would like to have him in is group! He felt he could even start talking about plans like he was an experienced warrior again. He even thought about the bait idea again. If the tied a rope around his waste underneath his clothes and have him stand in as an angry sheep herder they could have him (dumbly) attack the wargs next time they would come looking for sheep, then he could run from any wargs that would chase him for only a few yards to a nearby tree where he would be hauled up to safety then they could spring whatever trap they create.

As soon as the Hobbit had formed his plan he dismissed it to the back of his mind. It was so risky and who knows if the wargs would bother to follow a stupid little hobbit who was stupid enough to hit them with a stick. "Another silly idea...as usual!" he thought to himself, "I better start listening more!"

By this time he had compltely forgotten his predicament but his memory caught up with the rest of his brain and Hamfast went back into anxieties. What would Gaddy say? Anduion was amused and found there was nothing wrong with his lateness or his reasoning, but what about the rest? This wasn't a hobbit walking party and Hamfast knew that, but did they know that? His line of thought came to a crashing hault. "What?" he asked himself, "you're mixing yourself up!" His line of thought went on. He could be tough when needed and he had always loved the stories and songs of warriors of old, this was as close as he would get to that, assisting in the extermination of pesky wargs in Bree. It had a nice ring to it at any rate. He would fight to the end and wouldn't complain one bit! Even if the outcome was dea...he stopped again. Death. This was the first time he had come to face that thought. He could die. "You promised you would be brave, you promised," his conscience screamed at him, "A promise is a promise, and I keep promises!" he screamed back. He would face what was to come with uncertainty, but with hearty resolution because he had made a promise.

[ December 30, 2002: Message edited by: Durelin ]

12-30-2002, 07:20 PM	#73
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	It was amazing that Hamfast had been able to laugh in his position. He felt brave again when Anuion actually said he would like to have him in is group! He felt he could even start talking about plans like he was an experienced warrior again. He even thought about the bait idea again. If the tied a rope around his waste underneath his clothes and have him stand in as an angry sheep herder they could have him (dumbly) attack the wargs next time they would come looking for sheep, then he could run from any wargs that would chase him for only a few yards to a nearby tree where he would be hauled up to safety then they could spring whatever trap they create. As soon as the Hobbit had formed his plan he dismissed it to the back of his mind. It was so risky and who knows if the wargs would bother to follow a stupid little hobbit who was stupid enough to hit them with a stick. "Another silly idea...as usual!" he thought to himself, "I better start listening more!" By this time he had compltely forgotten his predicament but his memory caught up with the rest of his brain and Hamfast went back into anxieties. What would Gaddy say? Anduion was amused and found there was nothing wrong with his lateness or his reasoning, but what about the rest? This wasn't a hobbit walking party and Hamfast knew that, but did they know that? His line of thought came to a crashing hault. "What?" he asked himself, "you're mixing yourself up!" His line of thought went on. He could be tough when needed and he had always loved the stories and songs of warriors of old, this was as close as he would get to that, assisting in the extermination of pesky wargs in Bree. It had a nice ring to it at any rate. He would fight to the end and wouldn't complain one bit! Even if the outcome was dea...he stopped again. Death. This was the first time he had come to face that thought. He could die. "You promised you would be brave, you promised," his conscience screamed at him, "A promise is a promise, and I keep promises!" he screamed back. He would face what was to come with uncertainty, but with hearty resolution because he had made a promise. [ December 30, 2002: Message edited by: Durelin ]