Then Eruantalon turned to Bali. "Mayhaps we should find ourselves a table. After all that dancing and singing, it has become to hot over here by the fire. Besides, I am sure we have much more to tell to one another about our travels."
"A wonderful idea," said Bali. "Let us take our ales and find a table."
And so they moved across the room to one of the few vacant ones, and proceeded to sit and chat. They talked primarily about their home, Erebor, and what was happening there and in neighboring lands.
But finally Eruantalon said to Bali, "I believe that I have said enough, for a little while at least. Now then, tell me about your journey from home to here. Few dwarves enjoy the prospect of long travels, but you do, and must have mamy tales to tell about your trip."
Bali then said, "Well, we dwarves are not known to be story tellers any more than we are to be travelers, but If it is what my friend wishes, I can tell you many a story about my journey."
Bali was, in fact, an excellent story teller, but always was trying to be modest. He detested boastful people. He began his story.
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