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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten – Foster Conway, Age 7
Foster awoke; it took a moment to realize he wasn't in his bed. Instead he was lying on the ground, his head in his father's lap and a coat not his own thrown over him to keep the chill away. Glancing up he found his pa's eyes closed, his chin resting on his chest. The young man lay still so not to awake him and looked over at the mountain. The dwarves had done wonders in the night. In the rising sun he could see ropes tied off here and there crisscrossing the mountainside. Where ever the dwarves could find solid rock to hold a peg. His eyes widen when he realized there was a dwarf carefully working his way down a rope hanging from Nathaniel's cave, on his back was a tightly wrapped bundle.
The boss dwarf caught his eye and winked, holding a finger up to his lips. A couple of men from Darrowshire helped the dwarf coming down the mountainside the last few feet. The bundle was unwrapped to reveal Nathaniel. Maz took his brother and walked over, gently placing him in Pa's lap as Foster slid off with a grin. Nathaniel sat still for a long moment then finally reached up and touched their father's cheek. "Papa all scratchy," he said.
Foster watched his pa's eyes open, there was the briefest moment of wonderment then his father let out a yell of joy, startling the young boy in his lap. His father's cry was echoed by those around him. Running over Foster joined in a three-way hug, kissing Nathaniel on the cheek.
Nathaniel looked around. "Puppies," he said.
"Right here, lad," the female dwarf, Claire, said approaching and opening a bag to reveal a squirmy mass of yipping hairless wrinkly pups. "They don't have a momma anymore," she said, "you're going to have to take good care of them."
"Me will," Nathaniel replied.
There was a scream of delight as their mother ran up; taking Nathaniel in her arms she smothered him with kisses. Foster was glad it wasn't him as his brother struggled against her arms. "Down," he wailed.
"No," Ma replied as she continued to hug him to her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you all …" she said, her face wet with tears. Foster knew she was crying because she was happy.
The dwarves grinned. "Glad we could help," Maz said. Nathaniel reached for the stout man and Ma let him go, though half his size Maz was able to hold the child with ease in his arms.
Nathaniel ran a hand down the dwarf's beard. "Scratchy," he said with a laugh.
"Aye, lad it is that," Foster picked up a change in the dwarf's demeanor as he study his brother's face. Maz glanced over at his pa. "He's your son?"
"Yes, sir," his pa answered taking Nathaniel from the dwarf; he held him up in the air and rubbed his brother's nose to his own before settling on his hip.
"He has the most unusual eyes," the dwarf mentioned.
"Yes, sir," Foster said, "we call them star-kissed because they glow."
"I'd call them elfin," Maz said. "We have a group of High Elves we share our lands with …"
"He's my son," his pa said, there was an edge to his voice that Foster had never heard before.
The dwarf and his pa exchanged a long look and shorter one nodded his head. "And well-loved at that. All right lads and lass finish taking the ropes down and let us take to the sky."
"Thank you," his pa called out. "If we can ever do anything in return, please let me know."
"If you come to the Hinterlands stop by," Maz said as he swung up on the back of a large griffon. "That one is going to have an interesting life; I'd like to hear more of it someday."
After they had seen the dwarves off into the blue skies, they walked back with other folks that had spent the crisis with them. His father helped Mrs. Redpath up into her saddle. "Thank your boys for their wisdom and for fetching of the dwarves, they saved Nathaniel's life."
Mrs. Redpath smiled and said she would. "We had Rosemary rest so she could watch your daughters, the rest of you should get some sleep."
"The farm won't run itself," his father said.
"We've taken care of your animals and the fields can wait a day," she replied. Then she urged her horse down the path.
After the house had emptied Foster found himself seated at the table with a puppy in his arms. He had a small bottle of milk he was trying to get it to take. There was a puppy for each child at the table; Ma and Pa were helping the twins with theirs. Nathaniel insisted they feed the puppies before anyone got the sleep Mrs. Redpath suggested.
"Going to call mine, Paws," Foster said, "he has two white paws and the rest of him is black."
"Mine is Flower," Janice said.
"What are you going to name yours?" Thomas asked his brother.
"Wags," Nathaniel replied. A tear fell down his brother's cheek as he looked down at the puppy.
"That is a fine name," their father said, rubbing the top of Nathaniel's head.
After the puppies had been fed, Foster took Nathaniel's hand. "Let's go to bed, brother."
"It's daytime!" Nathaniel said, but he didn't protest as he was led upstairs.
Stopping at Janice's room, Foster grabbed a pillow and Nathaniel's teddy bear off his bed and brought them to his room. He motioned his brother to climb into the bed and offered him his pillow and bear. Foster laid down beside him, lightly holding onto Nathaniel's arm. "No more running away, okay?" he said with a yawn. "I can't watch out for you if you're not here."
"Watch out for me?" Nathaniel asked.
"Yeah, it's what a big brother does," Foster said with a smile. "Now go to sleep."
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