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Birdland · 12-07-2002, 08:06 PM

"Aye, that I will, Master Furbarrow". He smiled up at Nariah as she set the wine in front of him and hovered in the background, hoping to catch more of the tale. Though the young bar maid towered above the old shepherd, still Miss Nariah had always reminded Elfred of his own daughter, married now and living far off in Michel Delving.

He wondered why the pretty Man-child had never married herself, but then, what of these rough Breeland farm lads would be good enough for her?

Then he noticed that young Autumn Gamwich was looking at Gaddy with tears in her eyes. This attack could well-nigh ruin the good gentlehobbit. And who knew when the next attack might happen?

"There now, lass," he said, patting her hand, "fortunes are gained, and lost, and gained again. And a fine flock has been built up from less than fifteen sheep before." He didn't mention that many of the survivors had miscarried from being run so hard during the attack. There would be twelve fewer lambs next spring.

"I'm that glad that something is going to be done about this, Master Gaddy, and done soon." Elfred took a grateful pull from the hot wine, and continued. "There are some fine lads here, more than willing to back you and put an end to this evil. But I have to wonder if they know just how great an evil they will be facing. These are no mere wolves, to be harried by dogs and shot down with a few well-placed arrows. These are Wargs, from the heart of the Darkness itself. There is a will and a mind behind these attacks. And an evil that does not sleep."

"And I also have to wonder, Master Furbarrow," and here Elfred leaned forward and whispered in Gaddy's ear, hoping that the women-folk would not hear him. "I have to wonder: how long will these devils be satisfied with just killing sheep?"

[ December 07, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

12-07-2002, 08:06 PM	#11
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	"Aye, that I will, Master Furbarrow". He smiled up at Nariah as she set the wine in front of him and hovered in the background, hoping to catch more of the tale. Though the young bar maid towered above the old shepherd, still Miss Nariah had always reminded Elfred of his own daughter, married now and living far off in Michel Delving. He wondered why the pretty Man-child had never married herself, but then, what of these rough Breeland farm lads would be good enough for her? Then he noticed that young Autumn Gamwich was looking at Gaddy with tears in her eyes. This attack could well-nigh ruin the good gentlehobbit. And who knew when the next attack might happen? "There now, lass," he said, patting her hand, "fortunes are gained, and lost, and gained again. And a fine flock has been built up from less than fifteen sheep before." He didn't mention that many of the survivors had miscarried from being run so hard during the attack. There would be twelve fewer lambs next spring. "I'm that glad that something is going to be done about this, Master Gaddy, and done soon." Elfred took a grateful pull from the hot wine, and continued. "There are some fine lads here, more than willing to back you and put an end to this evil. But I have to wonder if they know just how great an evil they will be facing. These are no mere wolves, to be harried by dogs and shot down with a few well-placed arrows. These are Wargs, from the heart of the Darkness itself. There is a will and a mind behind these attacks. And an evil that does not sleep." "And I also have to wonder, Master Furbarrow," and here Elfred leaned forward and whispered in Gaddy's ear, hoping that the women-folk would not hear him. "I have to wonder: how long will these devils be satisfied with just killing sheep?" [ December 07, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]