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Dwarin Thunderhammer · 09-12-2002, 08:05 PM

Dwarin led the small party through the forest. The horses were visibly tired even more so were the people that he guided. Night was falling quickly. The party walked in silence for several miles. Arenia had fallen asleep hanging in to Kalohern who guided Telefax expertly enough that the girl didn't awake. Dwarin noticed that even Haleth was periodically nodding off on top of Mîm. Even though Mim didn't give as smooth as ride as Telefax. Guthrin was the worst off of the lot. He stumbled every few feet on a rock or a root. Dwarin was most likely the best off of the group. He still had his wits and strength about him. Dwarves did not tire easily, Dwarin least of all. He had been underground in his young days for weeks on end. Even if he wanted to go on he knew the rest of the party could not.

Dwarin walked over to Haleth "I think it is time we stopped for night." the dwarf stated. "I agree. Much has happened this day." Haleth replied. "I feel as though we are being watched." She continued. Haleth pointed at a large oak tree which stood out among the other trees in the wood "There, lets make for that tree. Hopefully it will give us a little shelter." "Fair enough" The dwarf agreed.

A little less than a mile later they came under the shelter of the magnificent oak. The night had fallen by now and the moon left a soft glow on the trees and ground. The ground around the oak was covered in a soft yet very thick grass. On the eastern and southern sides were enclosed in a thicket of berry bushes. It would have been a very painful and noisy process to approach the party from those directions. A small stream rolled through the clearing next to the tree. It was a paradise compared to the accommodations they had been accustomed to. Even if it were considered a rather normal glade under different circumstances.

Dwarin led Guthrin to the base of the oak and bade him sleep there. Dwarin decided to keep the sword just in case. The dwarf had misgivings about the man. Some would even call it anger, but something about the demeanor of the man had changed. The blood on the sword was surprising to Dwarin. Had he changed? Had he fought? Those questions would have to wait for morning. The task at hand was preparing for the night. Haleth had gone out to make sure the camp was secure from anyone watching. Kalohern deftly dismounted Telefax and gently picked up Arenia who was still sleeping. The boy carried her over to the oak and softly laid her on a particularly downy spot in the grass. There was no need to tie the horses. Mîm was not the wandering type and Telefax wouldn't leave his masters side. Haleth returned and reported that all was safe. "You sleep now, I will take the first watch." Dwarin whispered. Haleth wearily agreed and sat on the opposite side of the glade and laid down to sleep. By this time all was quiet. Kalohern was laid down to sleep on the grass.

The moonlight left a pale glow on everything. It was almost magical to the dwarf. Dwarin felt at peace. His heart was strangely light. Everything was beautiful. He removed his boots and helmet for what felt like the first time in years. He walked in the grass in bare feet. He realized how much he missed his days of youth in the mountains. Slowly he made his way over to Haleth. The grass felt cool and comforting to his tired feet. The night breeze whisked across the glade. Haleth was soundly asleep. The corners of Dwarins mouth formed a small smile. He uttered a dwarven blessing rarely issued on men. Dwarin turned with a sigh and his smile grew broader. He had hope now. They had gotten through another day. Aule had blessed. He strolled over to the creek and plunged his head in. The water cleared his brain and cleansed his soul. All was silent, the glade was at rest. Dwarin stepped into the water and let the water rush over his tired feet. He stood there admiring the beauty of the night. Singing a nightime song that his father had taught him he walked back to the great oak. He reluctantly donned his boots and helmet and sat down to keep watch. Dwarin enjoyed his watch for several hours. He finally decided that a little sleep would do him good. He woke Haleth and quietly whispered that her turn to watch was next. She sat up and silently acknowledged with a nod. Dwarin took a bed next to the oak. The solid old tree felt secure, it gave safety or so Dwarin felt. It reminded the old dwarf of the mountains back home. Dwarin fell asleep still singing and dreamt of large feasts filled with all kinds of good foods and of mountains overflowing with gold.

[ September 12, 2002: Message edited by: Dwarin Thunderhammer ]

09-12-2002, 08:05 PM	#174
Dwarin Thunderhammer Khazad-Doomed Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: The Green Dragon Posts: 182	Dwarin led the small party through the forest. The horses were visibly tired even more so were the people that he guided. Night was falling quickly. The party walked in silence for several miles. Arenia had fallen asleep hanging in to Kalohern who guided Telefax expertly enough that the girl didn't awake. Dwarin noticed that even Haleth was periodically nodding off on top of Mîm. Even though Mim didn't give as smooth as ride as Telefax. Guthrin was the worst off of the lot. He stumbled every few feet on a rock or a root. Dwarin was most likely the best off of the group. He still had his wits and strength about him. Dwarves did not tire easily, Dwarin least of all. He had been underground in his young days for weeks on end. Even if he wanted to go on he knew the rest of the party could not. Dwarin walked over to Haleth "I think it is time we stopped for night." the dwarf stated. "I agree. Much has happened this day." Haleth replied. "I feel as though we are being watched." She continued. Haleth pointed at a large oak tree which stood out among the other trees in the wood "There, lets make for that tree. Hopefully it will give us a little shelter." "Fair enough" The dwarf agreed. A little less than a mile later they came under the shelter of the magnificent oak. The night had fallen by now and the moon left a soft glow on the trees and ground. The ground around the oak was covered in a soft yet very thick grass. On the eastern and southern sides were enclosed in a thicket of berry bushes. It would have been a very painful and noisy process to approach the party from those directions. A small stream rolled through the clearing next to the tree. It was a paradise compared to the accommodations they had been accustomed to. Even if it were considered a rather normal glade under different circumstances. Dwarin led Guthrin to the base of the oak and bade him sleep there. Dwarin decided to keep the sword just in case. The dwarf had misgivings about the man. Some would even call it anger, but something about the demeanor of the man had changed. The blood on the sword was surprising to Dwarin. Had he changed? Had he fought? Those questions would have to wait for morning. The task at hand was preparing for the night. Haleth had gone out to make sure the camp was secure from anyone watching. Kalohern deftly dismounted Telefax and gently picked up Arenia who was still sleeping. The boy carried her over to the oak and softly laid her on a particularly downy spot in the grass. There was no need to tie the horses. Mîm was not the wandering type and Telefax wouldn't leave his masters side. Haleth returned and reported that all was safe. "You sleep now, I will take the first watch." Dwarin whispered. Haleth wearily agreed and sat on the opposite side of the glade and laid down to sleep. By this time all was quiet. Kalohern was laid down to sleep on the grass. The moonlight left a pale glow on everything. It was almost magical to the dwarf. Dwarin felt at peace. His heart was strangely light. Everything was beautiful. He removed his boots and helmet for what felt like the first time in years. He walked in the grass in bare feet. He realized how much he missed his days of youth in the mountains. Slowly he made his way over to Haleth. The grass felt cool and comforting to his tired feet. The night breeze whisked across the glade. Haleth was soundly asleep. The corners of Dwarins mouth formed a small smile. He uttered a dwarven blessing rarely issued on men. Dwarin turned with a sigh and his smile grew broader. He had hope now. They had gotten through another day. Aule had blessed. He strolled over to the creek and plunged his head in. The water cleared his brain and cleansed his soul. All was silent, the glade was at rest. Dwarin stepped into the water and let the water rush over his tired feet. He stood there admiring the beauty of the night. Singing a nightime song that his father had taught him he walked back to the great oak. He reluctantly donned his boots and helmet and sat down to keep watch. Dwarin enjoyed his watch for several hours. He finally decided that a little sleep would do him good. He woke Haleth and quietly whispered that her turn to watch was next. She sat up and silently acknowledged with a nod. Dwarin took a bed next to the oak. The solid old tree felt secure, it gave safety or so Dwarin felt. It reminded the old dwarf of the mountains back home. Dwarin fell asleep still singing and dreamt of large feasts filled with all kinds of good foods and of mountains overflowing with gold. [ September 12, 2002: Message edited by: Dwarin Thunderhammer ] __________________ “Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd aimênu!” Come visit The Rohan RPG! The only RPG to fanfic on the downs! Without law there can be no freedom. Without justice there can be no law.