The Hobbit's Gift RPG

[Orual]

"Stay close, Elanor!" Sam said, trying not to shake. "Let's find Prim, she'll know what to do..."

Elanor nodded, but she could see that Sam was trembling. His face flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't stop himself. What had happened? Oh, yes, the bandits...but he hadn't thought there really were any. He thought that it had just been tales that the older hobbits told to keep the children close to home. "Guess it wasn't," he muttered. Elanor asked him what he had said, and he replied "Nothing."

"Sam, Elanor, right here," a voice called. Sam recognized the voice as Melilot, and went over immediately, bringing Elanor with him. To his horror, Mel was sitting on the ground, grasping her leg, which was bleeding. Sam couldn't find his voice, but gripped Elanor's hand more tightly.

***

Mel sighed as she saw Sam's face. "I'm all right, really, just keep close to me. Do either of you know where Primrose is?"

The blank looks on their faces told her nothing, so she struggled to her feet, gripping Sam's shoulder as a spasm of pain ripped through her injured limb.

"You can lean on me," Sam said earnestly, extending his arm to Mel while he kept holding Elanor's hand. Melilot smiled gratefully and took the boy up on his offer, and began the slow walk to find Prim and the others.