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borrowing them =).
Chapter 2: Wulf and Hama
Of Helm's sons thought to be dead, Hama was still alive, but barely. Hama was with his father during the retreat to the Deeping Valley. However, he was separated during an attack of the pursuing Wild-men. During the attack, Hama went down severely wounded and there was no time to retrieve him. Helm thought his son dead. However, Wulf did not have him killed, at least not yet.
Hama was taken to the Edoras and he was continually beaten, but not killed. "You are lucky to be alive," the grinning Wulf whispered to him. "The throne of the Mark belongs to me," the wicked man continued, "I shall marry your sister and then you will die." Hama, barely able to talk out of his swollen mouth replied, "You are to be damned before you marry my sister you beast." Wulf laughed and left the room.
Hama endured his beatings and verbal attacks for a couple of weeks. Finally, he was cut down from his bonds by his tormentors, "he is no good to us dead," a wicked voice said. Hama struck the man, knocking him out. Hama had the blood of his father in him and his might was fantastic. A second attacker was beaten before the bloodied and the exhausted prince escaped. He found a horse and quickly made his escape. His ride was of great adventure, evading enemies lurking in the shadows. Finally, he made it the Hornberg in the middle of the driving snow.
"You live!" exclaimed King Helm. Hama was too weak after his journey and collapsed into his father's loving arms. "He meant to use me as a pawn father," Helm was shocked at his son's words. Wulf was proving o be a cunning foe. The cold was becoming unbearable now, Helm asked Frealaf to have Hama placed in the warmest possible place in the fortress.
Weeks went bye; his cousin and his father visited Hama every day, even as frostbite took hold of all of them. Hama, too weak from his beatings and his condition to survive the weather died in the company of his father.
Helm, a might man, could not fight back the tears. "It has been terrible to have lost you once Hama, now I must lose you again." Frealaf placed his warm hand on his uncle's shoulder. He could feel the cold and the sorrow in his uncle. "I am hear for you uncle," the noble nephew said. "You must leave this place," Helm said. "We shall not long survive this weather. You must go, find shelter, find men. When the dawn comes we will ride out together. You must get to Harrowdale. We will have loyal men there to follow you" the king encouraged."
Frealaf took a small force and met his uncle just on the inside of the great wall. "No matter what happens to me, you must go, do not stop," Frealaf heard these fatalistic words. "You do seem to talk as if you were to die," the young man said. "There are times when a king knows his line is at an end, you are the hope of our people now." The king said as he embraced his nephew. Suddenly, Helm shot up in his saddle, let the horn sound in the Deeping Valley, may our enemies howl in despair.
Chapter 2: Wulf and Hama
Of Helm's sons thought to be dead, Hama was still alive, but barely. Hama was with his father during the retreat to the Deeping Valley. However, he was separated during an attack of the pursuing Wild-men. During the attack, Hama went down severely wounded and there was no time to retrieve him. Helm thought his son dead. However, Wulf did not have him killed, at least not yet.
Hama was taken to the Edoras and he was continually beaten, but not killed. "You are lucky to be alive," the grinning Wulf whispered to him. "The throne of the Mark belongs to me," the wicked man continued, "I shall marry your sister and then you will die." Hama, barely able to talk out of his swollen mouth replied, "You are to be damned before you marry my sister you beast." Wulf laughed and left the room.
Hama endured his beatings and verbal attacks for a couple of weeks. Finally, he was cut down from his bonds by his tormentors, "he is no good to us dead," a wicked voice said. Hama struck the man, knocking him out. Hama had the blood of his father in him and his might was fantastic. A second attacker was beaten before the bloodied and the exhausted prince escaped. He found a horse and quickly made his escape. His ride was of great adventure, evading enemies lurking in the shadows. Finally, he made it the Hornberg in the middle of the driving snow.
"You live!" exclaimed King Helm. Hama was too weak after his journey and collapsed into his father's loving arms. "He meant to use me as a pawn father," Helm was shocked at his son's words. Wulf was proving o be a cunning foe. The cold was becoming unbearable now, Helm asked Frealaf to have Hama placed in the warmest possible place in the fortress.
Weeks went bye; his cousin and his father visited Hama every day, even as frostbite took hold of all of them. Hama, too weak from his beatings and his condition to survive the weather died in the company of his father.
Helm, a might man, could not fight back the tears. "It has been terrible to have lost you once Hama, now I must lose you again." Frealaf placed his warm hand on his uncle's shoulder. He could feel the cold and the sorrow in his uncle. "I am hear for you uncle," the noble nephew said. "You must leave this place," Helm said. "We shall not long survive this weather. You must go, find shelter, find men. When the dawn comes we will ride out together. You must get to Harrowdale. We will have loyal men there to follow you" the king encouraged."
Frealaf took a small force and met his uncle just on the inside of the great wall. "No matter what happens to me, you must go, do not stop," Frealaf heard these fatalistic words. "You do seem to talk as if you were to die," the young man said. "There are times when a king knows his line is at an end, you are the hope of our people now." The king said as he embraced his nephew. Suddenly, Helm shot up in his saddle, let the horn sound in the Deeping Valley, may our enemies howl in despair.