[Galadel Vinorel]

After the wolves and wargs had retreated the farmers had, under the direction of Gaddy, set up a camp for the injured and for the people who had fought in the battle. One tent was set up as a hospital and the healer of Archet came in and began to bandage people up. First he worked on the people badly injured; one of these people was Gaddy. The poor hobbit could not even walk any more without help of a walking stick and the skin on the back of his leg, by his knee, had been torn off so deep that you could see the bone. The scratches caused by one of the wolves on his stomach was not terribly bad, but they still had to be wrapped up so that they wouldn't get infected.

After being treated, Gaddy was brought a staff, which he used to walk around the camp and give orders. He first established a ring of gaurds around the camp, mostly farmers who could both shoot a bow and arrow and weild a sword. These men would roate with others who had come from all around Archet to help protect the camp. Next he ordered for fires to be built and dinner was started for the hungry warriors.

During the middle of Gaddy giving orders, he heard a shout go up near the edge of the camp, "The scouts are back! The scouts are back!" Quickly the hobbit hobbled over to where the shouts were coming from. There he found Autumn, Ned, Olo, and Nop standing looking extremly tired with a ring of farmers surrounding them.

As Gaddy stepped forward the ring parted to let him through, and Autumn looked up to face him. Her face was very pale and her right arm was completely covered in blood. "What happened, Autumn?" asked Gaddy worriedly.

"We were attacked by a warg and five wolves at the Weather Hills. We were all injured, and those beasts killed ELfred," answered Autumn, her voice slightly shaking.

"There was nothing that we could do for him, Gaddy, so we came back to report to you," said Olo standing forward.

"But what happened here? We saw dead bodies of wolves a little ways back and some hobbits and men as well," asked Ned, looking around.

"We were also attacked by wargs. I lost ten good farmers in the fight, and almost no one escaped without injuries. Come along you three, and you two, Nop. I can see that you are tired and hungry, and you also need to be treated for your wounds," said Gaddy, leading the way to the tent which served as a slight hospital for the injured. After the wounds of the three hobbits and the dog were treated by the healer they ate a very refreshing meal. During their meal they took turns recounting the story of the fight with the wolves and warg.

Gaddy was slightly shocked at how brave the hobbit had been and told them so. "You three are very brave; more than you look for sure. You fought a good battle by all accounts, and one worthy of song," said Gaddy, smiling one of his rare smiles. Then Gaddy raised his glass of ale and said, "To the memory of a good sheepraiser, wairor, and most importantly friend; to Elfred Thistle!" The three hobbits also raised their glasses, very glad indeed that they were alive.

[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Galadel Vinorel ]