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Here is more for you Linwen. Hope you like it!!!!!
So! Onto the story.
Chapter 1
An loving embrace
"Lookit' lil' Kal." one of the little children screamed as Kaldur walked by, dragging a full bucket of water with him.
He tried best as he could to stay away from the boys that were talking about him, but nothing ever worked. They always found him, and they ALWAYS made his life even more miserable than it already was.
"Look, it's Kaldur, the orphan boy! And a scrawny one at that!"
Turning his deep eyes on the children behind him , Kaldur glared as he trudged along, the water bucket in tow, water spilling over the edges as he pulled it along unevenly.
"Please just leave me alone." he whispered softly, tears filling in his eyes.
When he had turned one, or so it had been said, he had been sold to another slave master,
and so far, it was not going so well.
"Careful Kal, you might trip!" One of the darker kids ran forward, grinning wickedly, let me held you with that.
The boy ripped the bucket away and quickly poured the water all over Kaldur, soaking him to the bone.
And while normally he would not have cared because it was so warm, it was the fact that they had poured water all over him.
It strung at his eyes mingling with tears. He was kinda glad for the water, now it did not look as much like he was actually crying.
"Oh!" the boy that had done it looked surprised. "I am so sorry."
The other children snickered and giggled. Kaldur only began walking again, away from everything and everyone.
"Hey! What you kids doin'?" Kaldur looked up to see an older woman stalking up to them, she was carrying her load of wheat she had cut from the fields and a scythe that made her look somewhat menacing. "You all bothering this boy here?"
Most of them shook their heads as a sign of 'no.' But a few just stared at the darker woman.
She had white hair with tinges of dark brown in it that matched her skin. She wore a faded green peasant dress and an apron. The sun beat down on her and sweat beaded on her forehead, she hastily wiped it away with a handkerchief.
"Well boy? Were these child'en botherin' you?"
Kaldur looked back to see the angry faces watching him, he lowered his head as tears fell from his eyes.
"No. No, but thank you marm."
She smiled, her dark face shining with a light that was not from the sun. She grabbed his hand and rubbed it, kneeling down to see his face better.
"My-my, you must be the skinniest child I've ever seen, not to mention the whitest."
He smiled somewhat at the remark and she chuckled.
"I can't do anything for your skin color, mind you, but I think we can put some meat on them lil' bones." She tickled his tummy and he giggled.
She looked painfully at his ribs, they stuck out and you could count them clearly.
"Come on lil' one." she stood up and led him away from the children who were still staring wide-eyed.
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"My child! How long it been since you eaten?" she watched Kaldur gulp down the soup she had made, he looked much like a lone wolf during winter.
Stopping, the boy looked up from his food.
"I dunno'. Days. I think."
The older woman gasped and grabbed the pot, pouring more into his bowl. "Well eat up. I got more, and I ain't gonna eat it all."
He smiled, she looked lovingly at him. Quickly, he began to scarf the food down again.
She sat down in the chair next to him and rubbed his small uncovered back.
"My name is Fiona." she said softly while watching him attack the little loaf of bread she had on the table. "What's your name child?"
He gulped down a piece of the bread. "Kaldur, Kaldur DeCahr, I think."
"You think?"
"Well, that is what everyone tells me. My mother and father were sold when I was just born, and then my master sold me too." he did not bother to stop eating, but spoke with huge mouthfuls.
"Oh! You poor thing." he smiled at her kindness, but kept on munching on the slightly stale bread and stew.
"I think I have an idea," he turned to see her beautiful dark brown eyes.
"Yes'um marm?" He was a bit afraid, new ideas sometimes meant new places, and that scared him.
"Why don't you stay here with me!" she continued to rub his bare, tanned back while he listened.
The thought was more exciting than he could even fathom, staying with this kind woman, never being hungry again,
'Well not too hungry.' he smiled, thinking it over. He could find nothing that he remembered that would keep him from being happy about the change.
"Really?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear.
"Of course! My children are long gone, and well my husband ain;t here no more."
Kaldur grinned and she smiled, hugging him tightly.
Tears sprung to his eyes, the thought of being wanted and loved was slightly new to him. And he embraced it with an open mind and heart.
"Then of course I will stay. Can I still call you marm?"
"Child, you can call me whatever your lil' heart desires." she rubbed his dark head and he pushed the empty bowl away.
The day was about over by now, and Fiona was not about to go back and work when her boy needed her.
Walking slowly over to the bed, she sat down and let the five year old jump into her lap and cuddle.
The draft blew through the cracks in the walls and Kaldur shivered as his bare body made contact with the bitter cold.
Feeling this, Fiona pulled a blanket away from the bed and wrapped the lad in it, smiling as the shivering subsided and he leaned wearily again her.
"Sleep well Kaldur." she whispered in his ear, and he smiled.
"Good night Fiona, I-I love you." he said somewhat sheepishly as sleep took him.
Laying him to the bed, Fiona leaned down and kissed his forehead, brushing away the child's bangs with warm caring hands.
"I love you too child. Now go to sleep."
"I am asleep." was the last thing he whispered before true darkness took him away to a child's dreamland of happen new memories and caressing warm touch.
TBC~
IT AIN'T OVER YET!!!!!!! IF YA'ALL HAVE READ CoA (Curse of Angmar) THEN YOU KNOW HIS LIFE GETS WORSE. *Wicked grin* I am an evil person. So, that's all! Till next time!!! PLEASE R&R! NO flames!!! Flamers will be scorned...reviewers adorned.