Finna's historie and other stories

[Finna]

Finna walked and walked and walked. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, here and there a rabbit hopped and the snow was blinding white. Finna enjoyed. The road was full of snow yet still quite easy to walk on.

She climbed up on a hill and looked over a valley. The hills she stood on looked steep. Good enough to be able to “climb” down from, but Finna knew that they were too steep to climb back on to. She shrugged. Oh well, when she went back she’d go the right way, over the road. She smiled.

The weather was great. She felt great. And with a “YAAHHHOOOO!!!!!” she jumped up, landed on her bottom, and slided down the hills, landing in a troop of troggs, who made funny sounds and ran away startled when she landed. Laughing, Finna stood up, only to look at the face of a very surprised, somewhat annoyed, looking dwarf.

Finna looked around. She landed in the middle of a small, round, piece of mud, with a few dwarves on it (that also looked surprised at her) and some sort of wagon. Around it was a fence, and ofcourse a lot of snow.

“OI lass! Are y’always introducin’ yerself like tha’?”, a heavy, bronze voice came from behind her. It was the dwarf that she had seen first. He had a long, brown beard and kind of not-to-friendly looking eyes. Finna wasn’t too sure she liked him.

“Ah’m sorry, master”, she replied, “Ah slid down tha hill an’ landed ‘ere. Twasnae ma intention tae startle y’all.”

“Startled? Ah’m nae startled!”, the dwarf replied. “Ah’m, erm, jus’a bit surprised.”, he said, with quite an uneasy look on his face. Finna heard the other dwarfs giggle in their beards. This made the brown bearded dwarf slightly mad and he stamped back to the fence that he was before.

“Nae ye mind ol’Longbeard, lass”, a friendly looking dwarf with a shorter black beard said, “‘E tinks ‘e’s always bein’ pestered, bar ah dunnae why…” He laughed. “Well, ya be very welcome ‘ere, little wan.”

Finna smiled and turned to the angry dwarf. “Ah didnae mean bad, master. Please dun be mad.” The dwarf rose an eyebrow and mumbled an approval under his breath.

After Finna had settled in she went to the square again to finally begin her training. The angry dwarf, now not so angry anymore, greeted her.

“Greetin’s tae ya, lass! Tae begin yer trainin’ with, ya hav’ tae learn how tae use yer axe.” He handed her a training axe. She much rather had used her own, but Longbeard told her he wanted her to use that one, to be sure she learned the right moves.

“Now, let’s see how ye hold the weapon, lass.” he said. After Finna learned to hold it well (it was indeed a bit different then she had used to do it, but it felt better, indeed, and much sronger in her hand), the master gave her an assignment.

“Lass”, he said, “Ah want ya tae git me sum wolves meat.” She looked surprised. “Aye, wolves meat. Dun ya look so surprised, lass, ye gotta learn how tae use that axe as a cutting weapon as well! Or dae ya wanna be walkin’ ’round witta cuttin’knife as well as an axe, hmm?”

Finna nodded and went on her way. Off the hill, she saw some wolves. Strangly enough, they did not even attack, until she attacked one of them. Oh, it did attack alright!

It was a great fight, but she managed. She even managed to cut off a piece of meat.
In the hour that followed, she hunted even more wolves. Let’s not get into what some of the poor beasts looked like after she had finnished with them… needless to say she didn’t much meat from some of them…

Finna went back, a bag full of wolves meat, she herself, red from the wolves blood, skin and meat everywhere, she smelled bad…

Longbeard bursted out laughing when he saw her. “Y’have a lot tae learn, still, little lass… bar y’have tha meat, an’ tha be tha most important fer now!”

He took the meat and showed her some gloves. “‘Ere… choose one, it be yer reward fer taday fer doin’ tha best ya could an’ fer doin’ such a great job! Oh… an’ fer gettin’ yerself so dirty!” He laughed out loud.

Finna blushed and looked at the gloves. One was made of mail and looked the strongest. She chose that one.

“Ah, a good choice, little one!” Longbeard said. “Now… go tae yer sleepin’ place and get yerself fresh. Then we’ll hav a nice wolves steak fer diner inna minute!”

That evening, everyone enjoyed the wolves steaks, from the wolves meat, catched by Finna.