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Himaran · 04-13-2003, 01:28 PM

Carlas' post

Durin walked down the paths of Erebor with his father. He knew it well for he had been living there almost all his life. He had first left only a short while ago with his father before they joined up with the rest of his company at the Green Dragon Inn. He had been looking for some sort of adventure, but never thought it would be to get to his homeland. He shook his head slightly as he walked silently behind his father.

Dain had been a little protective lately, though Durin did not blame him. It had been stupid to let himself be captured, and Durin was frustrated with himself. He wanted to show his father he was capable, but so far had done a pretty lousy job.

As they reached the end of the street, Dain elbowed Durin in the side and pointed over where he saw a lady dwarf chatting happily with some others. Durin smiled as he recognized her as his tall and strict mother. Durin and his father walked over, embracing her warmly.

"Welcome back. I hope you two have been working hard, and you...." Here she pointed at Durin. "You better have behaved yourself."

During nodded, but smiled lightly as his father winked at him.

"Well, come along, you must be starving. I can make whatever you like, but nothing that will take too long," she stated as she walked off in the opposite direction.

The two dwarves looked at each other and followed, wanting to eat before the real battle started.

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Dain's post

Dain felt like a king sitting at his dinner table with his son Durin and his wife Glis close by his side. He was proud of the boy, but never seemed to find the words to tell him. Still, he kept slapping him on the back and cheering him up by telling him tales and jokes as if it was just another normal day.

Dain got up and went to the large oaken chest that stood at the end of the great hall. Carefully, he opened it and searched inside for the treasure he knew was there. He found it, and tucked it quickly within his hand, coming over to where the lad sat quietly with his mother.

"Durin, I think you've earned your way this time. Despite a mishap here and there, you have conducted yourself with pride and earned the right to call yourself an adult dwarf. So here is something to help you in the hours and days ahead."

He handed him a well-made weapon of ancient design, its hilt cleverly covered with dwarvish runes and its blade gleeming with the hint of sweet steel. "Wear this in good health." The father and son embraced, and Dain sent Durin ahead to the battlements where he promised to meet him in just a few minutes.

After the boy had left, Dain finally turned to his wife, "I have missed you so, Glis. I kept imagining terrible things about the Uruk-hai and their wish to make this stronghold their own and everything and everyone that dwells inside."

"No, no, my liege," she whispered. "Know that I am still here, your loyal wife. No beast will ever touch me. I wear a silver dagger under my skirts to protect myself and I am not afraid to wield it."

"That I know well," he whispered huskily. "But for a moment, lay the weapon aside."

And she did as he bade here. And for an instant, poised on the edge of battle, they came together as husband and wife, sharing their promises and hopes that things should go better by the morrow.

Then Dain rose from the couch, and again gird on his mail and sword, and went down to be with his son. But before he left, he promised his wife that he would do everything possible to see that he and the boy managed to return.

Himaran's post

Dwalin excitedly led his brother up into the mountain, through the great stone passageways and up to the throne room. Upon seeing his son, Bali's father hurried over to him and eveloped him in a tight hug. "Son, you have returned to us at an hour of the greatest need. I am so happy to see your face again."

"As am I, father. How is the king?"

"He is doing well, but has many great troubles on his shoulders. But The Lord Durin is not yet old, and he will fight to the death to keep his mountain."

"Aye. I will speak with him shortly. I have brought fifty warriors, many of whom are of the most skilled in middle earth. They range from elves to dwarves to Dunadain, with about ten Gondorians. They will serve us well against the ounslaught of the enemy."

"Bali, I must tell you now. I have little over five-hundred defenders, and my scouts have reported a massive army sent against us."

"How many, father?"

"Fifteen thousand Uruk Hai, and not ill-equiped like the first group. All have decent weapons, and thick armor. They have an great variety of siege equipment."

Bali pondered the magnitude of the enemy army for a moment. "When will they be here?"

"Tonight. They set out from their castle in the north three days ago, and marched with only one short stop."

"Well, then we must fortify the castle. Get the women and children into the mountain, in the upper levels."

"I will leave the planning to you, Bali. I will go and talk to the king. You must hurry, there will be time for many long talks around the fire after this is over." The dwarf hurried off, followed by Dwalin.

After speaking with the members of his company, Bali split the army up, positioning a group of both dwarves and elves along each section of the wall. The Gondorians were placed around and on the main gate, and were ordered to protect it at all costs.

The wall was stocked with arrows, pikes, oil and torches. Debre to be thrown down that the invaders was plentiful.

Bali then gathered his original group together, and addressed them.

"Friends and companions, you have all held true to your word. Many of you have travelled far from your homes to risk your lives for this mountain. Our journey is over; we have conquered the road to Erebor. But now let us defeat the foes that brought us here, and make those few that survive fear the Lonely Mountain!"

His words were greeted by roars of approval. "The army is in place, but known of you need be part of it. Fight wherever you will, with however you wish. You may spread out throughout the entire wall, or all congregate in a single area. But remember; if we should lose this battle, Erebor is lost, and so Mirkwood will be."

The group dispersed, checking weapons and preparing themselves for the inevitable fight ahead.

[ April 16, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

04-13-2003, 01:28 PM	#13
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Carlas' post Durin walked down the paths of Erebor with his father. He knew it well for he had been living there almost all his life. He had first left only a short while ago with his father before they joined up with the rest of his company at the Green Dragon Inn. He had been looking for some sort of adventure, but never thought it would be to get to his homeland. He shook his head slightly as he walked silently behind his father. Dain had been a little protective lately, though Durin did not blame him. It had been stupid to let himself be captured, and Durin was frustrated with himself. He wanted to show his father he was capable, but so far had done a pretty lousy job. As they reached the end of the street, Dain elbowed Durin in the side and pointed over where he saw a lady dwarf chatting happily with some others. Durin smiled as he recognized her as his tall and strict mother. Durin and his father walked over, embracing her warmly. "Welcome back. I hope you two have been working hard, and you...." Here she pointed at Durin. "You better have behaved yourself." During nodded, but smiled lightly as his father winked at him. "Well, come along, you must be starving. I can make whatever you like, but nothing that will take too long," she stated as she walked off in the opposite direction. The two dwarves looked at each other and followed, wanting to eat before the real battle started. ******************************************* Dain's post Dain felt like a king sitting at his dinner table with his son Durin and his wife Glis close by his side. He was proud of the boy, but never seemed to find the words to tell him. Still, he kept slapping him on the back and cheering him up by telling him tales and jokes as if it was just another normal day. Dain got up and went to the large oaken chest that stood at the end of the great hall. Carefully, he opened it and searched inside for the treasure he knew was there. He found it, and tucked it quickly within his hand, coming over to where the lad sat quietly with his mother. "Durin, I think you've earned your way this time. Despite a mishap here and there, you have conducted yourself with pride and earned the right to call yourself an adult dwarf. So here is something to help you in the hours and days ahead." He handed him a well-made weapon of ancient design, its hilt cleverly covered with dwarvish runes and its blade gleeming with the hint of sweet steel. "Wear this in good health." The father and son embraced, and Dain sent Durin ahead to the battlements where he promised to meet him in just a few minutes. After the boy had left, Dain finally turned to his wife, "I have missed you so, Glis. I kept imagining terrible things about the Uruk-hai and their wish to make this stronghold their own and everything and everyone that dwells inside." "No, no, my liege," she whispered. "Know that I am still here, your loyal wife. No beast will ever touch me. I wear a silver dagger under my skirts to protect myself and I am not afraid to wield it." "That I know well," he whispered huskily. "But for a moment, lay the weapon aside." And she did as he bade here. And for an instant, poised on the edge of battle, they came together as husband and wife, sharing their promises and hopes that things should go better by the morrow. Then Dain rose from the couch, and again gird on his mail and sword, and went down to be with his son. But before he left, he promised his wife that he would do everything possible to see that he and the boy managed to return. Himaran's post** Dwalin excitedly led his brother up into the mountain, through the great stone passageways and up to the throne room. Upon seeing his son, Bali's father hurried over to him and eveloped him in a tight hug. "Son, you have returned to us at an hour of the greatest need. I am so happy to see your face again." "As am I, father. How is the king?" "He is doing well, but has many great troubles on his shoulders. But The Lord Durin is not yet old, and he will fight to the death to keep his mountain." "Aye. I will speak with him shortly. I have brought fifty warriors, many of whom are of the most skilled in middle earth. They range from elves to dwarves to Dunadain, with about ten Gondorians. They will serve us well against the ounslaught of the enemy." "Bali, I must tell you now. I have little over five-hundred defenders, and my scouts have reported a massive army sent against us." "How many, father?" "Fifteen thousand Uruk Hai, and not ill-equiped like the first group. All have decent weapons, and thick armor. They have an great variety of siege equipment." Bali pondered the magnitude of the enemy army for a moment. "When will they be here?" "Tonight. They set out from their castle in the north three days ago, and marched with only one short stop." "Well, then we must fortify the castle. Get the women and children into the mountain, in the upper levels." "I will leave the planning to you, Bali. I will go and talk to the king. You must hurry, there will be time for many long talks around the fire after this is over." The dwarf hurried off, followed by Dwalin. After speaking with the members of his company, Bali split the army up, positioning a group of both dwarves and elves along each section of the wall. The Gondorians were placed around and on the main gate, and were ordered to protect it at all costs. The wall was stocked with arrows, pikes, oil and torches. Debre to be thrown down that the invaders was plentiful. Bali then gathered his original group together, and addressed them. "Friends and companions, you have all held true to your word. Many of you have travelled far from your homes to risk your lives for this mountain. Our journey is over; we have conquered the road to Erebor. But now let us defeat the foes that brought us here, and make those few that survive fear the Lonely Mountain!" His words were greeted by roars of approval. "The army is in place, but known of you need be part of it. Fight wherever you will, with however you wish. You may spread out throughout the entire wall, or all congregate in a single area. But remember; if we should lose this battle, Erebor is lost, and so Mirkwood will be." The group dispersed, checking weapons and preparing themselves for the inevitable fight ahead. [ April 16, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]