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Bêthberry · 10-10-2002, 06:59 PM

^ ^ ^ ^ Erebore/ Lonely Mountain ^ ^ ^ ^

Stonehelm listened to the singing of his dwarves with pride and marked time with slight nods of his head. They were stalwart and indominable, at battle and at play. Their delight in making, in creating was a gift from Mahal which lightened even dark nights like this. It was a good day to be a dwarf.

Stonehelm glanced over at Girion and then at Orodon. He watched the two young leaders and thought he could see himself in their faces scant years ago. Proud, overeager, self-centered and unrestrained even, no doubt unsure of themselves. Well, he had proven himself at the Seige; perhaps this trip will be their proving ground.

He looked back at the singers. Curin and Burin in particular were well rehearsed at such songs. They reveled in the cheers which resounded around the fires and in the comaraderie. Stonehelm suddenly felt himself outside the circle, a step removed from the sport of the song. He was alone. None to share his private thoughts. He was a leader. That, too, Girion and Orodon would have to learn, the loss of personal or private satisfactions. And the loneliness that comes with leadership. A memory of Ingeld flooded his mind and for a few moments he succumbed to its pleasure, but then shook it off. Who was taking watch? Had Hringa organized it? His eyes turned to the perimeters.

[ October 10, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

10-10-2002, 06:59 PM	#206
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	^ ^ ^ ^ Erebore/ Lonely Mountain ^ ^ ^ ^ Stonehelm listened to the singing of his dwarves with pride and marked time with slight nods of his head. They were stalwart and indominable, at battle and at play. Their delight in making, in creating was a gift from Mahal which lightened even dark nights like this. It was a good day to be a dwarf. Stonehelm glanced over at Girion and then at Orodon. He watched the two young leaders and thought he could see himself in their faces scant years ago. Proud, overeager, self-centered and unrestrained even, no doubt unsure of themselves. Well, he had proven himself at the Seige; perhaps this trip will be their proving ground. He looked back at the singers. Curin and Burin in particular were well rehearsed at such songs. They reveled in the cheers which resounded around the fires and in the comaraderie. Stonehelm suddenly felt himself outside the circle, a step removed from the sport of the song. He was alone. None to share his private thoughts. He was a leader. That, too, Girion and Orodon would have to learn, the loss of personal or private satisfactions. And the loneliness that comes with leadership. A memory of Ingeld flooded his mind and for a few moments he succumbed to its pleasure, but then shook it off. Who was taking watch? Had Hringa organized it? His eyes turned to the perimeters. [ October 10, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.