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Durelin · 01-15-2003, 06:55 PM

Hamfast was burning, sweat trickled down his forhead, stinging his eyes. He still had not gotten over the heat of battle, though he had done little, the hobbit had gotten his first taste of the confusion and bloodlust of battle. And it seemed he had bitten off more than he could chew, whether he had wanted to or not.

He was still amazed at Anuionin's skillful brutality, and the rest of his companions. He felt like a useless lump of flesh, just dead wait that had to be dragged along by them. You will learn, a voice in the back of his mind told him You will learn to pull your own weight. Look at your sword. Hamfast immediately obeyed looking down at the short blade still in his hand. He had not even noticed it was still there It's getting lighter. He noticed he had stopped sweating, and he felt a wave of calm confidence come over him. It was over for now, next time he would be ready.

He saw his friend emerge from the tent with a grin on his face watching the hapless hobbit. "Thank goodness your all right!" he called as he ran to the dwarf, "Will we be moving on?" he asked Anuionin as he stepped to walk next to him, "Or are we going to have a rest?"

"Yes, I am all right thanks to you! So eager you seem, Master Hamfast," he replied. "Only a minutes earlier you would have been shaking in terror at the thought! Have you found something in you you did not know about? I remember my first time, in battle I mean, yes, quite clearly, you are doing as excellent as any dwarf ever could! Hamfast, do not worry about next time, you will do even better."

Hamfast was silent, he was glad to hear Anuionin's support but he it was hard to hear someone else talk about next time.

Suddenly he jumped in the middle of his thoughts Yes, I am all right thanks to you. that was what his friend had said, Thanks to me? The hobbit noticed a strange sweet smell in the air, a sweet, but sickening smell, coming from... Hamfast looked down at his blade, he still hadn't sheathed it. Blood! There is blood on my sword! My sword! He stopped to stare at the dwarf. Memory came swirling back. Of course, I...I...killed it! I saved...his life! I... The hobbit began to laugh, a long clear laugh. His friend joined him, it seemed like ages since he had last laughed.

"So, did I really kill it? Really? I did?"

"Of course you did, you didn't remember did you? That is normal, do not worry. You're going to be a fine 'hobbit warrior', Hamfast! A guardian of the Shire!" Anuionin chuckled. A guardian of the Shire! A title! Hamfast began to chuckle also at this thought. He had saved his friend's life, that was what mattered, not titles and heroics.

"Continue to watch my back will you Hamfast?" the dwarf said cheerfully. Of course I will. "And you watch mine!" he answered wiping the blood off his sword. He watched the sunlight dance along the silver blade. He was worthy enough to wear it after all.

[ January 20, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

01-15-2003, 06:55 PM	#109
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Hamfast was burning, sweat trickled down his forhead, stinging his eyes. He still had not gotten over the heat of battle, though he had done little, the hobbit had gotten his first taste of the confusion and bloodlust of battle. And it seemed he had bitten off more than he could chew, whether he had wanted to or not. He was still amazed at Anuionin's skillful brutality, and the rest of his companions. He felt like a useless lump of flesh, just dead wait that had to be dragged along by them. You will learn, a voice in the back of his mind told him You will learn to pull your own weight. Look at your sword. Hamfast immediately obeyed looking down at the short blade still in his hand. He had not even noticed it was still there It's getting lighter. He noticed he had stopped sweating, and he felt a wave of calm confidence come over him. It was over for now, next time he would be ready. He saw his friend emerge from the tent with a grin on his face watching the hapless hobbit. "Thank goodness your all right!" he called as he ran to the dwarf, "Will we be moving on?" he asked Anuionin as he stepped to walk next to him, "Or are we going to have a rest?" "Yes, I am all right thanks to you! So eager you seem, Master Hamfast," he replied. "Only a minutes earlier you would have been shaking in terror at the thought! Have you found something in you you did not know about? I remember my first time, in battle I mean, yes, quite clearly, you are doing as excellent as any dwarf ever could! Hamfast, do not worry about next time, you will do even better." Hamfast was silent, he was glad to hear Anuionin's support but he it was hard to hear someone else talk about next time. Suddenly he jumped in the middle of his thoughts Yes, I am all right thanks to you. that was what his friend had said, Thanks to me? The hobbit noticed a strange sweet smell in the air, a sweet, but sickening smell, coming from... Hamfast looked down at his blade, he still hadn't sheathed it. Blood! There is blood on my sword! My sword! He stopped to stare at the dwarf. Memory came swirling back. Of course, I...I...killed it! I saved...his life! I... The hobbit began to laugh, a long clear laugh. His friend joined him, it seemed like ages since he had last laughed. "So, did I really kill it? Really? I did?" "Of course you did, you didn't remember did you? That is normal, do not worry. You're going to be a fine 'hobbit warrior', Hamfast! A guardian of the Shire!" Anuionin chuckled. A guardian of the Shire! A title! Hamfast began to chuckle also at this thought. He had saved his friend's life, that was what mattered, not titles and heroics. "Continue to watch my back will you Hamfast?" the dwarf said cheerfully. Of course I will. "And you watch mine!" he answered wiping the blood off his sword. He watched the sunlight dance along the silver blade. He was worthy enough to wear it after all. [ January 20, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]