Solen stod højt på himlen i landsbyen Fjordheim.

The sun stood high in the sky over the village of Fjordheim.

Det var sommer, og markerne var grønne.

It was summer, and the fields were green.

Freja bøjede sig over dilden, som hun var ved at høste.

Freja bent over the dill she was harvesting.

Hun var stærk og modig, men følte sig alligevel ensom.

She was strong and brave, but she still felt lonely.

Hendes familie var gået bort for længe siden, og hun sørgede alene for gården.

Her family had passed away long ago, and she took care of the farm by herself.

Pludselig hørte hun en lyd fra skoven bag hende.

Suddenly, she heard a noise from the forest behind her.

En stor ulv kom ud af buskene, sulten og faretruende.

A large wolf emerged from the bushes, hungry and menacing.

Freja greb sin skovl, men hendes hænder rystede.

Freja grabbed her shovel, but her hands trembled.

Ulven gjorde sig klar til at springe.

The wolf prepared to leap.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

råbte en stemme.

shouted a voice.

En mand kom løbende ud af skovbrynet med en bue og pil.

A man came running out of the forest edge with a bow and arrow.

Han skød en pil, der ramte jorden tæt ved ulven.

He shot an arrow that landed close to the wolf.

Dyret stoppede og glippede med øjnene.

The animal stopped and blinked.

"Mange tak," sagde Freja lettet.

"Thank you very much," Freja said with relief.

"Jeg vidste ikke, hvad jeg skulle gøre."

"I didn’t know what to do."

"Mit navn er Leif," sagde manden og sænkede sin bue.

"My name is Leif," the man said, lowering his bow.

"Jeg vandrer gennem skovene og jagter dyr.

"I wander through the forests hunting animals.

Er du alen?"

Are you alone?"

"Ja," svarede Freja og kiggede ned.

"Yes," Freja answered, looking down.

"Jeg tager mig af gården selv, siden min familie døde."

"I take care of the farm by myself since my family died."

Leif nikkede.

Leif nodded.

"Må jeg hjælpe dig?

"May I help you?

Jeg leder efter et sted at kalde hjem."

I’m looking for a place to call home."

Freja tøvede.

Freja hesitated.

Hun var vant til at klare sig selv.

She was used to managing on her own.

Men noget ved Leif virkede oprigtigt.

But something about Leif seemed sincere.

"Okay," sagde hun.

"Okay," she said.

"Men kun, hvis du lover at arbejde hårdt."

"But only if you promise to work hard."

De næste dage arbejdede de sammen.

Over the next days, they worked together.

Leif hjalp med at plante grønsager og fikset stakittet.

Leif helped plant vegetables and fix the fence.

De talte om alt, og Freja begyndte at føle sig mindre ensom.

They talked about everything, and Freja began to feel less lonely.

En aften, mens de var ved at tænde bål, hørte de en lav rumlen fra skoven.

One evening, as they were lighting a fire, they heard a low rumble from the forest.

Ulven var tilbage, og denne gang var den ikke alene.

The wolf had returned, and this time it wasn’t alone.

To andre ulve stod ved dens side.

Two other wolves stood by its side.

"Bliv bag mig," sagde Leif hurtigt.

"Stay behind me," Leif said quickly.

Han hævede sin bue igen, men der var for mange ulve.

He raised his bow again, but there were too many wolves.

Freja greb en fakkel fra bålet og svingede den mod ulvene.

Freja grabbed a torch from the fire and swung it at the wolves.

Sammen, ved at stole på hinanden, skræmmede de ulvene væk.

Together, by trusting each other, they scared the wolves away.

Efter kampen faldt de trætte sammen på jorden.

After the fight, they collapsed onto the ground, exhausted.

"Vi gjorde det," sagde Freja med et smil.

"We did it," Freja said with a smile.

"Ja, vi gjorde det," svarede Leif.

"Yes, we did it," Leif responded.

"Du er modigere end de fleste krigere, Freja."

"You are braver than most warriors, Freja."

Freja smilede.

Freja smiled.

"Og du er ikke bare en vandrer, du er min ven."

"And you are not just a wanderer; you are my friend."

Solen begyndte at gå ned, og himlen var rød.

The sun began to set, and the sky was red.

Freja og Leif så på hinanden og vidste, at noget nyt var begyndt.

Freja and Leif looked at each other and knew that something new had begun.

De besluttede at passe ikke kun på jorden, men også på deres nye venskab.

They decided to care not only for the land but also for their newfound friendship.

Sammen fandt Freja og Leif en balance og følte sig begge hjemme.

Together, Freja and Leif found balance and felt at home.

Endelig havde Freja lært at åbne sit hjerte, og Leif fandt et sted at føle sig værdsat.

Finally, Freja had learned to open her heart, and Leif found a place where he felt valued.

Fjordheim var ikke længere bare en landsby; det var deres hjem.

Fjordheim was no longer just a village; it was their home.