Fathundu and his friend, Cathilorgba, were taking their evening walk through the barrow downs, as a fog started to roll in. As they continues their walk, enjoying the splendid weather, they stumbled across some hobbits. The poor things were sleeping in the open! There was no way that the two wights could leave them like this. So cold and with not even a tent for shelter. Fathundu picked up the three hobbits and took them back to the barrow that he and Cathilorgba shared. He put some dry clothes on them, but having nothing to warm them up decided to use a magic sword from the barrow. Cathilorgba arrived with another hobbit, then went out to look for more. Fathundu had run out of dry clothes so he put the new one down and turned the light on. He started to sing a cheerful song to the sleeping hobbits. Then he reached out to turn the magic sword over, when suddenly the new hobbit jumped up, grabbed a sword and cut his hand off! He screamed and ran off the find Cathilorgba, but couldn't see him anywhere in the darkness and fog. When he got back to the barrow he found it had been oppened and all of the things inside it scattered all over the ground. Cathilorgba was just standing there looking despondent. They couldn't stay here any longer. Those nasty little beasts had ruined everything! They would have to leave the barrow downs and find some way to earn a living...