"Little feet, little feet, Emerald has little feet." 10 year old Ted
Sandyman taunted a tiny hobbit girl, pulling her hair and pinching her.
Young Emerald fought not to cry as the bully tormented her, she knew from experience that crying only encouraged him. She didn't know why Ted had ever chosen her as the target of his bullying, but she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been terrified of him. Little did she know that today everything would change.
Suddenly as she cowered against the wall she heard a small but furious voice commanding "Stop it, stop hurting her."
Seeing livelier prey Ted turned from his usual plaything and sneered at the newcomer. "Oh yeah? Make me." He looked down at his challenger – the young hobbit was small, thin, and fair skinned, dark curls framed an almost elfin face in which were set enormous bright blue eyes – these same eyes which blazed with indignation and challenge. He was at least half the size of the bully who was laughing at him. But to Ted's eternal surprise his cruel laughter earned him a surprisingly strong punch in the face. Like most bullies he was a coward at heart and went running to him mummy, wailing all the way.
The small defender squatted down next to his damsel in distress and handed her his handkerchief, "Don't cry, I made him go away."
She peered warily up at him, swimming green orbs veiled by carrot curls, "But he'll be back, He always comes back," she sniffled. "Not anymore," the lad stated stubbornly, "I'm going to take care of you now, Ill never let him hurt you again, what's your name?"
She sniffled again and finally squeaked out "Emerald."
He smiled "I'm Frodo."
Young Emerald fought not to cry as the bully tormented her, she knew from experience that crying only encouraged him. She didn't know why Ted had ever chosen her as the target of his bullying, but she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been terrified of him. Little did she know that today everything would change.
Suddenly as she cowered against the wall she heard a small but furious voice commanding "Stop it, stop hurting her."
Seeing livelier prey Ted turned from his usual plaything and sneered at the newcomer. "Oh yeah? Make me." He looked down at his challenger – the young hobbit was small, thin, and fair skinned, dark curls framed an almost elfin face in which were set enormous bright blue eyes – these same eyes which blazed with indignation and challenge. He was at least half the size of the bully who was laughing at him. But to Ted's eternal surprise his cruel laughter earned him a surprisingly strong punch in the face. Like most bullies he was a coward at heart and went running to him mummy, wailing all the way.
The small defender squatted down next to his damsel in distress and handed her his handkerchief, "Don't cry, I made him go away."
She peered warily up at him, swimming green orbs veiled by carrot curls, "But he'll be back, He always comes back," she sniffled. "Not anymore," the lad stated stubbornly, "I'm going to take care of you now, Ill never let him hurt you again, what's your name?"
She sniffled again and finally squeaked out "Emerald."
He smiled "I'm Frodo."