Chapter Eighteen
Friado Broadbeam stomped around his new house - his soon-to-be-wife again not in sight. And he knew exactly the reason why . . .
The rage and anger were pressing to be released from him . . . he hated being 'second best' and most of all, he hated pretending to be something he isn't . . . a well brought up hobbit.
All his life, he was second best . . . his elder brother was so perfect, so wonderful. He had found the prettiest lass in the North Farthing and married her. Papa was so proud.
'Why can't you be like your brother Friado?! Why must you go out and drink, cause mayhem and dislike all? Why can't you find a pretty lass to marry?! And by god, you shall . . . we shall move to the South farthing where no one knows of your nonsense; why, my good friend Meruda Roper lives there and has three daughters. You shall choose one to be your bride, and change your attitude for the good of your family' Friabo Broadbeam had said one day.
And Friado had accepted that his life was in a terrible state . . . all he saw through his eyes was the bottom of an Ale mug. He had agreed to his father's wishes and set about a new lifestyle, away from ale, away from mayhem. He was going to show his father that he could be first best after all. And he was going to marry Nina, no Baggins could stop that.
His mind whiled around in long circles . . . the situation he was in. His fiancé was pregnant, but by god, he was not going to lose her or the baby. This could be *his* baby. He could *make* it into a Broadbeam, Nina would have to go along with it, for she would know the consequences. And that Baggins would never see the child.
Baggins. Friado swore one day he would pay for everything . . . one day . . . but not yet, no, the baby was the main priority . . . and Nina, she was to be his bride no matter what had happened. He wasn't going to be second best again just because she had been having an affair . . . no, he was going to show his father that he could do it - he could be first best.
She would have to be punished . . . but was he willing to let all the rage take over?! It had taken over his mind . . . but his fist remained calm. He wouldn't let the blood pressure rise . . . he wouldn't let the temper take over his future happiness.
Happiness. What was there in happiness now? His fiancé had been having an affair . . . all along. His fiancé was pregnant to somebody else. Not him. His dream of being a father was ruined . . .
No, no, he went on in his mind. The child *can* be mine. It can by force. But how to force Nina . . . who's to say what she would do.
Threat, yes, threat is the only way. A threat, she cannot answer back to, a threat that will frighten her. Yes, the child shall definitely be mine . . . I'll be first best . . . that scheming brother has not had his first born yet . . . papa and mama shall be proud, I'll be first best . . . it's perfect!
An evil smile spread itself across his lips . . . an idea had formed in his mind. All would be perfect, absolutely perfect . . .
Friado Broadbeam stomped around his new house - his soon-to-be-wife again not in sight. And he knew exactly the reason why . . .
The rage and anger were pressing to be released from him . . . he hated being 'second best' and most of all, he hated pretending to be something he isn't . . . a well brought up hobbit.
All his life, he was second best . . . his elder brother was so perfect, so wonderful. He had found the prettiest lass in the North Farthing and married her. Papa was so proud.
'Why can't you be like your brother Friado?! Why must you go out and drink, cause mayhem and dislike all? Why can't you find a pretty lass to marry?! And by god, you shall . . . we shall move to the South farthing where no one knows of your nonsense; why, my good friend Meruda Roper lives there and has three daughters. You shall choose one to be your bride, and change your attitude for the good of your family' Friabo Broadbeam had said one day.
And Friado had accepted that his life was in a terrible state . . . all he saw through his eyes was the bottom of an Ale mug. He had agreed to his father's wishes and set about a new lifestyle, away from ale, away from mayhem. He was going to show his father that he could be first best after all. And he was going to marry Nina, no Baggins could stop that.
His mind whiled around in long circles . . . the situation he was in. His fiancé was pregnant, but by god, he was not going to lose her or the baby. This could be *his* baby. He could *make* it into a Broadbeam, Nina would have to go along with it, for she would know the consequences. And that Baggins would never see the child.
Baggins. Friado swore one day he would pay for everything . . . one day . . . but not yet, no, the baby was the main priority . . . and Nina, she was to be his bride no matter what had happened. He wasn't going to be second best again just because she had been having an affair . . . no, he was going to show his father that he could do it - he could be first best.
She would have to be punished . . . but was he willing to let all the rage take over?! It had taken over his mind . . . but his fist remained calm. He wouldn't let the blood pressure rise . . . he wouldn't let the temper take over his future happiness.
Happiness. What was there in happiness now? His fiancé had been having an affair . . . all along. His fiancé was pregnant to somebody else. Not him. His dream of being a father was ruined . . .
No, no, he went on in his mind. The child *can* be mine. It can by force. But how to force Nina . . . who's to say what she would do.
Threat, yes, threat is the only way. A threat, she cannot answer back to, a threat that will frighten her. Yes, the child shall definitely be mine . . . I'll be first best . . . that scheming brother has not had his first born yet . . . papa and mama shall be proud, I'll be first best . . . it's perfect!
An evil smile spread itself across his lips . . . an idea had formed in his mind. All would be perfect, absolutely perfect . . .