Belegong stood with the hood of his cloak up, smoking his pipe. Ahhh pipe weed of the shire, the best. He looked at the people around him. There was Kili who he knew very well, Kili had sometimes travelled with he and his father on long journies. He was a great companion and also a fierce fighter. At least he knew someone. There were some other dwarfs, Bali who he knew of. Some men, elves and a woman. Of Rohan, thats what he had heard at any rate, his eyes flickered towards her, she might know some of his family or least his village when it had stood.
The dwarf had finished speaking, he had made a good argument for Carahadras, and Belegond saw no need to add any more. The dwarf surveyed the party and then his eyes landed on Belegond.
"Yes?" said Belegond wearily taking off his hood. His blonde hair fell to his shoulders, and on his face. He steped into the circle closer to the dwarf.
"What do you think then, you dont seem to care much, standing there smoking" replied the dwarf.
Belegond laughed sweeping his hair out of his face.
"This is no laughing matter" Belegond had seemed to have made the dwarf slightly mad and decided to apologise.
He took his pipe out from his mouth. "Sorry, I just laughed at the fact you are implying that I do not care about Erebor. I do." he said the latter more sternly and he looked into the eyes of every one of his companions, his blue eyes pierced right through them. He drew back out of the circle and added. "One more for Carahadras".
[ February 21, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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