Fungrim was momentarilly taken aback by the jolly-seeming hobbit. But Durin knew, he was happy for the company. It almost reminded him of the old days when he had still lived in the ancestral city of the dwarfes, surrounded by his kind and kin.
"I am Fungrim Flightaxe, once of the great hold of the Iron Mountains. From which part of the Shire do you hail from, master Hamfast?".
He drank some of the beer. For the first time in the day it tasted excellent.
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Herein, it is said, the power of Ulmo was shown. For he gathered tidings of all that passed in Beleriand, and every stream that flowed from Middle-earth to the Great Sea was to him a messenger, both to and fro
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