In a Single Night
Chapter 4: Halmi
Disclaimer: Middle Earth and the character Hama belong to JRR Tolkien, and JRR Tolkien alone.
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Finally we get to come out of that cave! It was so uncomfortable in there. And now the sun is out and the rain is over. I can't understand why everyone keeps crying like this. Mother races around, and I think she is looking for Haldred and father. I haven't seen father since he let me ride on his horse with him. Of course, he comes and goes every day but Haldred has had nowhere to wander off to before.
My mother suddenly cries out and covers my eyes. I struggle against her hand and she sets me down beside her. We found Haldred. He is as pale as a ghost and his eyes stare off somewhere, though he doesn't blink. He has red ink all over him, too. Mother leans over Haldred and kisses his forehead. She shuts his eyes with her hand and whispers something to him that I cannot hear. I see someone's ugly looking head rolling past and it scares me, so mother takes me into her arms again.
Fyrmund walks up, holding a bandaged arm to his side and limping on a bloody leg. He slides Haldred's sword out of a nearby orc's stomach and wipes the blade before handing it to my mother. "I am truly sorry, Haleth. I tried to protect him . . . he fought well. You should be proud of him."
She shakes her head and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Just help me bury my son." This confuses me. Haldred would get up in a few minutes and we would go back home, wouldn't we? "We're all alone now, Halmi," she whispers.
Chapter 4: Halmi
Disclaimer: Middle Earth and the character Hama belong to JRR Tolkien, and JRR Tolkien alone.
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Finally we get to come out of that cave! It was so uncomfortable in there. And now the sun is out and the rain is over. I can't understand why everyone keeps crying like this. Mother races around, and I think she is looking for Haldred and father. I haven't seen father since he let me ride on his horse with him. Of course, he comes and goes every day but Haldred has had nowhere to wander off to before.
My mother suddenly cries out and covers my eyes. I struggle against her hand and she sets me down beside her. We found Haldred. He is as pale as a ghost and his eyes stare off somewhere, though he doesn't blink. He has red ink all over him, too. Mother leans over Haldred and kisses his forehead. She shuts his eyes with her hand and whispers something to him that I cannot hear. I see someone's ugly looking head rolling past and it scares me, so mother takes me into her arms again.
Fyrmund walks up, holding a bandaged arm to his side and limping on a bloody leg. He slides Haldred's sword out of a nearby orc's stomach and wipes the blade before handing it to my mother. "I am truly sorry, Haleth. I tried to protect him . . . he fought well. You should be proud of him."
She shakes her head and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Just help me bury my son." This confuses me. Haldred would get up in a few minutes and we would go back home, wouldn't we? "We're all alone now, Halmi," she whispers.