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Regin Hardhammer · 04-12-2004, 06:18 PM

Harold leaned over and embraced his two children, newly freed from the ravenous beasts. Stifling back a tear, he grasped May and Henry warmly in his arms. Grandpa Fordo stuck out one of his knobby fingers and began a half-hearted tirade, “Don’t you two ever go wandering off like that in the forest again. I was so worried what was going to happen. That was the most foolish thing you two bubble brains have ever done. What are you trying to do, make your old Grandpa sick? I’m so mad that I … I…” Then Grandpa took a step back and shook his head, a look of relief clearly settling over his face. “Well, the important thing is that you’re safe. Thank goodness nothing happened.”

Harold felt exactly the way his father did. He was a bit angry with the children, but he was even more relieved that they were unharmed. “Be more careful next time,” Harold warned, “You two must learn to be more responsible. When I heard those creatures howling I thought that you were wolf dinner for sure. Speaking of dinner, I bet you two are hungry. In my rush to save you, I neglected to bring any food, but your mom and I will get you something to eat.”

Harold looked around and saw a vast number of his fellow hobbits who had journeyed out to save them. A collaboration of Harfoot, Fallohide, and Stoor hobbits armed with swords, bows, and even farm implements such as Harold’s. Boy, it was a good thing that my friends and neighbors had come to save us from those nasty beasts. Harold was not quite as optimistic as his grandfather. The three of them would not have held up against the wolves if the large group hadn’t intervened. He had never been so glad to see Marcho in his life. Harold was not at all surprised that his fellow Hobbits had risked their lives to save him, as he would have done the same thing for them.

As the Chubbs turned to leave the forest, Harold felt many things that he chose not to verbalize. Kalimac had saved him, and even if he was a bit frustrated with his employer, he still owed him a heap of gratitude. The Fallohide had arrived and assisted Harold to scramble up on the horse’s back just when his own strength was flagging.

He was also embarrassed about his child-like behavior in the scuffle he had earlier with the Whitfoots. The children’s rescue had taught him that petty arguments do not matter nearly as much as his own family’s safety or that of the other Hobbits. As soon as possible, he intended to apologize and thank Kalimac for his help. Harold would be extremely relieved to leave this awful forest behind him and continue on to their new destination.

04-12-2004, 06:18 PM	#107
Regin Hardhammer Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Tumunzahar/Nogrod Posts: 364	Harold Chubb Harold leaned over and embraced his two children, newly freed from the ravenous beasts. Stifling back a tear, he grasped May and Henry warmly in his arms. Grandpa Fordo stuck out one of his knobby fingers and began a half-hearted tirade, “Don’t you two ever go wandering off like that in the forest again. I was so worried what was going to happen. That was the most foolish thing you two bubble brains have ever done. What are you trying to do, make your old Grandpa sick? I’m so mad that I … I…” Then Grandpa took a step back and shook his head, a look of relief clearly settling over his face. “Well, the important thing is that you’re safe. Thank goodness nothing happened.” Harold felt exactly the way his father did. He was a bit angry with the children, but he was even more relieved that they were unharmed. “Be more careful next time,” Harold warned, “You two must learn to be more responsible. When I heard those creatures howling I thought that you were wolf dinner for sure. Speaking of dinner, I bet you two are hungry. In my rush to save you, I neglected to bring any food, but your mom and I will get you something to eat.” Harold looked around and saw a vast number of his fellow hobbits who had journeyed out to save them. A collaboration of Harfoot, Fallohide, and Stoor hobbits armed with swords, bows, and even farm implements such as Harold’s. Boy, it was a good thing that my friends and neighbors had come to save us from those nasty beasts. Harold was not quite as optimistic as his grandfather. The three of them would not have held up against the wolves if the large group hadn’t intervened. He had never been so glad to see Marcho in his life. Harold was not at all surprised that his fellow Hobbits had risked their lives to save him, as he would have done the same thing for them. As the Chubbs turned to leave the forest, Harold felt many things that he chose not to verbalize. Kalimac had saved him, and even if he was a bit frustrated with his employer, he still owed him a heap of gratitude. The Fallohide had arrived and assisted Harold to scramble up on the horse’s back just when his own strength was flagging. He was also embarrassed about his child-like behavior in the scuffle he had earlier with the Whitfoots. The children’s rescue had taught him that petty arguments do not matter nearly as much as his own family’s safety or that of the other Hobbits. As soon as possible, he intended to apologize and thank Kalimac for his help. Harold would be extremely relieved to leave this awful forest behind him and continue on to their new destination.