The Story.
Chapter one: birth.
It was a dark, dismal day. Rain, there was, and lots of it. Clearly the weather was expressing a mother's pain, a mother's pain as she give birth to her Son. A glimmer of light there was coming from the farm of Lucy Vin and Hughas Vin's farm, the faintest light. Through the rain it could be seen, the heavy rain there was a glimmer of light: hope? It was desperate times, there was much talk of different, strange things. This was the fourth night in a row that it had started raining, and the land was becoming mushy, the people of Bree was fearing that the farm-land would be wrecked, then the people of Bree would be in for a worse winter than they thought they might have been in at first. A few weeks earlier, Hughas had been in a dilemma, his land was mushy, it could not harvest any crops, and the people of Bree were depending on him. But then he to them; "I have a child on the way, the rain is falling, and the orcs and other evil things are coming! Do not rely on me, I have a child on the way, which I must care for, you must tend to yourself now, have my land! But not my home, my home still has a use, where as obviously my land does not." The people of Bree looked at him, and shook their hands in shame at Hughas, Hughas had returned to his home, to his loving wife, and his child-to-be.
But anyway, they were in their home, the land had not gone over to any other Bree-lander, Hughas was neither glad nor disappointed to have kept the land. At the moment, he cared more for his child and it's welfare. "Georgia, the baby will be all right, will it, please tell me..." Hughas asked the midwife, for the fifth time that evening, Georgia ignored him, and returned her gaze to Lucy. "Lucy, you can do this!" She pushed, and the baby-boy was born. Small, it was, and tender. Georgia looked at it, her eyes fixed upon it, Hughas reluctantly coughed, and Georgia snapped herself out of it, and gave the baby to Hughas. "It is a boy..." Georgia said. "Of course it is a boy..." Hughas said, smiling to himself, he kissed the baby on the forehead, then passed the Baby over to his loving wife; Lucy.
"What shall we call it?" Lucy muttered.
"Jamesley, is the name I have had in mind... it is a fine name, I would say it is." Hughas said, smiling again to himself. He looked at the baby, and muttered, "Aye, Jamesley." Lucy nodded, and held Hughas' hand whilst also holding the Baby. The small baby was asleep, already.
"I hope... that this weather stops, this is no fit weather to raise a baby in." muttered Lucy.
"Aye, it is no fit weather, let us hope it does stop. More over, let us rejoice that our baby has made it into the world, alive and unharmed." Said Hughas. Georgia got up, and said her farewell, saying that she will check in tomorrow morning.
Now Jamesley's family was small, no brother, no sister, just his loving Mother, Lucy, who had no job, but to care for Hughas and look after the home, and oft' would we help in the farm, but that was Hughas' job. Hughas was the farmer, he was strong in build, and had long, tidy hair, and a beard. Lucy was a striking figure, with dark brown hair, and a slender figure. The family were neither rich nor poor, but the way it was looking, they were going to end up poor. Lucy had no sister nor brother, nor did Hughas, they were a very small family indeed.
"Sleep, my love, you have done well this eave, you deserve rest." said Hughas, then stroked Lucy's hair, and walked away from both Lucy and the newborn baby; Jamesley.
Hughas was the person everybody relied on, he was the best farmer, who owned most farmland in Bree-land. It was south of Bree, his farm, just on the outskirts. Ever since he had found out about the Baby, Hughas had stopped working, and looked after his wife, it was due to this that Bree lacked in goods, but ever since the rain, it lacked even more in goods.
That next morning, Hughas walked into town, merry. The rain had stopped, which was hardly a good sign, for they did not know whether it would start again or not. The town was different, for Hughas, it was light. He walked into the Inn, looking at young Barliman, he exclaimed to the whole Inn:
"Rejoice! Last night my son was born, this is hope, this is! I hope that you share my feelings!" The Inn shushed, and listened, and then muttered a few words, each and every one of them, and one man turned back to Hughas, and stared him down, before saying:
"Rejoice? What do we have, nothing! You have something, you have farm-land and a decent home, and now a son. We sit here, barely affording food for our own families, and who does that come down to? YOU! Where does the yeast and barley come from for our Ale, eh? YOU! Barliman has had to pay the Elves, pa! Elves, they are welcomed here, yes, but they are queer. You have brought doom on your town and kinsman! And I have no doubt that your son will also!"
There were a few jeers, and a few agreements, but Hughas remained stood, and when they noticed that he had stood still, they shushed, and Hughas spoke.
"I name you foul-mouth! You curse a child, you are a fool! I am ashamed for myself, I do not need your sick comments blown in front of my face, Aye, it might be because of me that this town is ripping itself apart, but it is also because of the rain! I curse you, for you have obviously spoken before thinking." And with that, Hughas walked out of the Inn.
Hughas walked back home, feeling ill. He got home, and within the first sight of his young son, he was relieved. Georgia was there, caring for the child.
"Where is Lucy?" Asked Hughas.
"Asleep, do not wake her, she needs rest." Replied Georgia.
"I am not stupid, of course she needs rest..." snapped Hughas, he looked around, then down on the floor. "I am sorry, Georgia, for everything you have done for us, I should not have snapped, just... something had just happened. It does not matter, I am going to see if the farm-land is fit enough for even garden-pea's."
And it seemed that it was. As soon as Jamesley had been born, the town of Bree had a turn around, some call it coincidence, some call it a miracle. Hughas started his farmland once more, and the bree-folk envied him once more. He started off small, with only taters, then his farmland prospered again, though winter approached and as did the snow, Hughas was able to get enough food for the town to last through winter, and enough Ale also! For Jamesley, he was raised in a happy family, Lucy got work at the prancing-pony, whilst Hughas and Lucy paid for Georgia to 'babysit' Jamesley.
