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Dwarin Thunderhammer · 10-12-2002, 12:38 AM

Dwarin walked away from the confrontation with Guthrin worried frustrated and angry. In his mind he had spurned the second chance the group was giving him. “Why should we take a chance on him?” Grudgingly he admitted to himself that he had seen a change. His thoughts churned in his mind slowly as he began to pack

Dwarin had finished the spear. The shaft was decorated with runes near the head and the base. The head of the spear was not of sharpened wood, instead Dwarin moved the double-edged blade from his knife and affixed it to the head. The Dwarf was proud of his work. The wood was excellent and the point was Dwarvish in nature. It would serve its bearer well. Dwarin put one finishing touch on the weapon. He removed a cloth strap from one of his bags. The strap bore the mark of his family, a gold hammer on a blue background. He tied it just below the head of the spear as a banner of sorts. Dwarin held the spear at arm length and admired his craftsmanship. That’s a fine spear. One any Dwarf would be proud to make he said aloud to himself.

Dwarin gathered up his handiwork and readied himself to go. He shouldered his pack with a sigh. The trip had taken many of his emotional and mental reserves. His little project had released some of his frustration. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy but Dwarin would be prepared.

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Kalohern was so absorbed in the conversation with his new friend that he barely noticed the arrival of Thenamir and the stranger that accompanied him. Soon he too was preparing to leave. He loaded his gear onto Telefax and put on his sword belt. Arenia packed too, even though she possessed very little. Kalohern was startled from his work as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“How goes it oh mighty champion of Rohan?”

Kalohern blushed a little at the title, Arenia giggled.

“Fine.” Kalohern said as he shot a disapproving look at the old Dwarf.

Dwarin chuckled. “I have something for you Dwarin said with a smile. He produced the spear and handed it to the boy. “No more playing with sticks for you lad. I’ve seen riders using short swords and such, but this is the proper weapon for a horseman.”

Kalohern beamed. The boy had practiced with the spears of the older more experienced riders but now he had one of his own. Kalohern took the spear and examined it. The weapon was light and strong He loved it. Kalohern thanked Dwarin several times.

“I’ve got to go finish packing Mîm . We should be leaving soon as Arenia stated.” With that the Dwarf turned and left.

To the boy Dwarin seemed worried Kalohern made a note of it. He knew it most likely had something to do with Guthrin. Kalohern had no affection whatsoever for Guthrin. He wished he had died instead of Aspida. He wished Guthrin were dead whatever the case. He wished he was home. Even so he knew his responsibility was now to his party. He wanted to make everything better especially for Arenia. He never really had spent much time around girls. He was the son of a military man. He had the army in his blood. The simple fact was, even though he wouldn’t admit it, that he liked Arenia.

Kalohern was stirred from his thoughts by a tap on the shoulder. Arenia was standing there the whole time.

“We must ride now.” She said.

“Oh, yes, of course. I-I’m sorry! Here let me help you up!” Kalohern replied.

Arenia smiled at the comment as Kalohern deftly mounted Telefax.

“Grab hold.” Kalohern extended his hand to Arenia. She took it and skillfully jumped up on the back of the horse. Kalohern was impressed.

“She knows horses! That’s a good quality.” He thought to himself. Telefax moved with a nudge and they started out.

“My hand?” Arenia queried. “

What?” he replied, emerging from his trailing thoughts again. “

“My hand” She said again.

A rock dropped in Kalohern’s stomach as he realized he hadn’t let go of her han. He quickly released her palm as his face began to burn bright red. Arenia just smiled.

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Dwarin found Haleth packing up the rest of the supplies on Mîm.

“Looks like everything is ready to go” Haleth said. “I’m walking now, your horse won’t have to have a rider again” Mîm looked relieved.

“Good. Looks good. Are you ready?” Dwarin inquired. Haleth replied with a nod.

“Can I help you with anything?” Dwarin asked.

“No I’m fine” Haleth answered. “I think Thenamir wanted to talk to you. I’ll take care of Mîm.”

The horse was a little stubborn to follow anyone except Dwarin, but the young woman and the horse seemed to have come to a mutual understanding. They got along fairly well. “Then I must go” Dwarin replied. “You take care of yourself” He finished. As he walked away Dwarin heard a faint “You too.”

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Thenamir introduced Dwarin to Volkmar before their departure. Dwarin noticed the hammer and made a Mental note to ask about it later. There were more important matters to discuss. Thenamir and Dwarin walked at the head of the party for many hours. They discussed many things not the least of which was Guthrin. Dwarin told his story at length to Thenamir who walked in stunned silence. It was clear that Dwarin was angry with him. Dwarin couldn’t read what Thenamir was feeling. Then again Dwarves, especially Dwarin, weren’t known for their capabilities in judging others thought.

“There’s something else I need to talk to you about.” Dwarin said to Thenamir.

“Go ahead.” Thenamir replied with a look of question.

“Kalohern and Arenia. We’ve been through much hardship and there’s sure to be more on the road ahead. I think it would be a good idea to send them home. Especially now that I think our young companion’s heart has been taken” Dwarin explained.

Thenamir showed a painful smile “I have noticed that the affections of Kalohern seem to be on Arenia instead of his sword. That’s only natural. In fact I’m glad to see it a boy his age should know more than battle and bloodshed. It’s good for him. As for Sending them home I see no way it can be accomplished.” Thenamir said with a frown.

“He shouldn’t have to waste his life so young. Arenia too. Send baranthol to accompany them home! THEY SHOULDN’T BE HERE!” Dwarin siad angrily.

Thenamir was surprised by the Dwarf’s outburst. “Master Dwarf. We are surrounded by enemies There is no escape for him. Their fate lies with us! I can’t help it! I want them to run away just as much as you do! I don’t want to see anything like that happen again! His love may very well save his life her life or both of them. There’s nothing I can do.”

Dwarin saw the hurt and the anger in Thenamir’s eyes and took a half step back. “I’m sorry. For bringing it up.”

Thenamir recovered himself. “It’s a valid point. No apology is necessary. I agree, however, that if an opportunity presents itself that they should be sent home.”

They walked silence again until they reached a good place to camp.

[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: Dwarin Thunderhammer ]

10-12-2002, 12:38 AM	#196
Dwarin Thunderhammer Khazad-Doomed Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: The Green Dragon Posts: 182	Dwarin walked away from the confrontation with Guthrin worried frustrated and angry. In his mind he had spurned the second chance the group was giving him. “Why should we take a chance on him?” Grudgingly he admitted to himself that he had seen a change. His thoughts churned in his mind slowly as he began to pack Dwarin had finished the spear. The shaft was decorated with runes near the head and the base. The head of the spear was not of sharpened wood, instead Dwarin moved the double-edged blade from his knife and affixed it to the head. The Dwarf was proud of his work. The wood was excellent and the point was Dwarvish in nature. It would serve its bearer well. Dwarin put one finishing touch on the weapon. He removed a cloth strap from one of his bags. The strap bore the mark of his family, a gold hammer on a blue background. He tied it just below the head of the spear as a banner of sorts. Dwarin held the spear at arm length and admired his craftsmanship. That’s a fine spear. One any Dwarf would be proud to make he said aloud to himself. Dwarin gathered up his handiwork and readied himself to go. He shouldered his pack with a sigh. The trip had taken many of his emotional and mental reserves. His little project had released some of his frustration. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy but Dwarin would be prepared. ================================ Kalohern was so absorbed in the conversation with his new friend that he barely noticed the arrival of Thenamir and the stranger that accompanied him. Soon he too was preparing to leave. He loaded his gear onto Telefax and put on his sword belt. Arenia packed too, even though she possessed very little. Kalohern was startled from his work as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “How goes it oh mighty champion of Rohan?” Kalohern blushed a little at the title, Arenia giggled. “Fine.” Kalohern said as he shot a disapproving look at the old Dwarf. Dwarin chuckled. “I have something for you Dwarin said with a smile. He produced the spear and handed it to the boy. “No more playing with sticks for you lad. I’ve seen riders using short swords and such, but this is the proper weapon for a horseman.” Kalohern beamed. The boy had practiced with the spears of the older more experienced riders but now he had one of his own. Kalohern took the spear and examined it. The weapon was light and strong He loved it. Kalohern thanked Dwarin several times. “I’ve got to go finish packing Mîm . We should be leaving soon as Arenia stated.” With that the Dwarf turned and left. To the boy Dwarin seemed worried Kalohern made a note of it. He knew it most likely had something to do with Guthrin. Kalohern had no affection whatsoever for Guthrin. He wished he had died instead of Aspida. He wished Guthrin were dead whatever the case. He wished he was home. Even so he knew his responsibility was now to his party. He wanted to make everything better especially for Arenia. He never really had spent much time around girls. He was the son of a military man. He had the army in his blood. The simple fact was, even though he wouldn’t admit it, that he liked Arenia. Kalohern was stirred from his thoughts by a tap on the shoulder. Arenia was standing there the whole time. “We must ride now.” She said. “Oh, yes, of course. I-I’m sorry! Here let me help you up!” Kalohern replied. Arenia smiled at the comment as Kalohern deftly mounted Telefax. “Grab hold.” Kalohern extended his hand to Arenia. She took it and skillfully jumped up on the back of the horse. Kalohern was impressed. “She knows horses! That’s a good quality.” He thought to himself. Telefax moved with a nudge and they started out. “My hand?” Arenia queried. “ What?” he replied, emerging from his trailing thoughts again. “ “My hand” She said again. A rock dropped in Kalohern’s stomach as he realized he hadn’t let go of her han. He quickly released her palm as his face began to burn bright red. Arenia just smiled. ================================ Dwarin found Haleth packing up the rest of the supplies on Mîm. “Looks like everything is ready to go” Haleth said. “I’m walking now, your horse won’t have to have a rider again” Mîm looked relieved. “Good. Looks good. Are you ready?” Dwarin inquired. Haleth replied with a nod. “Can I help you with anything?” Dwarin asked. “No I’m fine” Haleth answered. “I think Thenamir wanted to talk to you. I’ll take care of Mîm.” The horse was a little stubborn to follow anyone except Dwarin, but the young woman and the horse seemed to have come to a mutual understanding. They got along fairly well. “Then I must go” Dwarin replied. “You take care of yourself” He finished. As he walked away Dwarin heard a faint “You too.” ================================ Thenamir introduced Dwarin to Volkmar before their departure. Dwarin noticed the hammer and made a Mental note to ask about it later. There were more important matters to discuss. Thenamir and Dwarin walked at the head of the party for many hours. They discussed many things not the least of which was Guthrin. Dwarin told his story at length to Thenamir who walked in stunned silence. It was clear that Dwarin was angry with him. Dwarin couldn’t read what Thenamir was feeling. Then again Dwarves, especially Dwarin, weren’t known for their capabilities in judging others thought. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about.” Dwarin said to Thenamir. “Go ahead.” Thenamir replied with a look of question. “Kalohern and Arenia. We’ve been through much hardship and there’s sure to be more on the road ahead. I think it would be a good idea to send them home. Especially now that I think our young companion’s heart has been taken” Dwarin explained. Thenamir showed a painful smile “I have noticed that the affections of Kalohern seem to be on Arenia instead of his sword. That’s only natural. In fact I’m glad to see it a boy his age should know more than battle and bloodshed. It’s good for him. As for Sending them home I see no way it can be accomplished.” Thenamir said with a frown. “He shouldn’t have to waste his life so young. Arenia too. Send baranthol to accompany them home! THEY SHOULDN’T BE HERE!” Dwarin siad angrily. Thenamir was surprised by the Dwarf’s outburst. “Master Dwarf. We are surrounded by enemies There is no escape for him. Their fate lies with us! I can’t help it! I want them to run away just as much as you do! I don’t want to see anything like that happen again! His love may very well save his life her life or both of them. There’s nothing I can do.” Dwarin saw the hurt and the anger in Thenamir’s eyes and took a half step back. “I’m sorry. For bringing it up.” Thenamir recovered himself. “It’s a valid point. No apology is necessary. I agree, however, that if an opportunity presents itself that they should be sent home.” They walked silence again until they reached a good place to camp. [ October 30, 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.