Leaving Olo to bandage the last of the Hobbits with minor injuries, Carl took Lotho out beneath the trees to gather in more firewood. They brought a blanket with them and piled on the downed branches. 'This should be enough to see us through the rest of this night.' said Carl as they pulled their findings back to the fire.
He started a large pan of water heating, and when it had come to a boil, he made tea and passed it round to the companions, many of them shivering not from the cold but from the after effects of the attack.
Branda was sitting on the back of the wagon, Tomba asleep beside him, head on the older Hobbit's leg. Carl handed the weary healer a cup of steaming tea, and offered to watch over Daisy, Hal, and Robin while he stretched his legs a bit . . .
[ January 24, 2003: Message edited by: Envinyatar ]
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