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Jammy dodgers indeed. Frodo stated curtly. Heh. I tell yeh, there aint nothin' sane 'bout nobody these days. he replied with a wink, squeezing his horse on. He simply chuckled at their parting comment before the action started. Frodo galloped to the left side, as promised, continuing to drive the deer away. Woo, thought Frodo, this is going to succeed. Or at least, so he thought, until something told him it was all falling apart.
At first everything was going well. He watched Ahiga jump to attention, riding like a natural, holding the spear like a pro. The boy actually looked like he knew what he was doing; and boy, Frodo was impressed, for Ahiga's young age. He smirked to himself, a knowing smile, waiting for the thud as the spear shot into the beast's neck and it fell to the ground. But it never happened. Out of the corner of his eye, Frodo saw the way the spear was thrown just as the deer moved. And it missed the target, instead barely scratching skin. Oh, frogspawn and roller coasters! Frodo "cursed", as the spear fell limpy to the ground and Ahiga called out for Frodo to do something.
Frodo shook his head. He'd really wanted the boy to accomplish something'; it would lift his spirits and make him more eager to hunt the next time round. But Frodo supposed he'd have to finish of the kill, there was no use wasting good meat. Lifting his bow nimbly, Mr Silvertongue simply knocked an arrow with practised hands, pulled back the string, and watched the arrow zoom through the sky to sink right into the deer's eye as it tried to escape. The deer let out a shriek, and Frodo brought the deer with a secondary arrow to the neck.
Things calmed down. Frodo slowed Strider to a halt, dismounted gracefully, and leant by the fallen beast. All sign of life was gone. No worries. Frodo said then, turning to look back at Ahiga. You did well. And a good 'unter learns from his mistakes, so he does. he stated wisely, before pulling out a dagger and slitting the deer's stomach. He split out most of the organs, leaving them for the scavengers, and then hauled the rest of the meat back to the village with the help of Ahiga. It had been a good day, thought Frodo, even if things didn't go exactly to plan.
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