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piosenniel · 10-29-2002, 09:17 PM

***** DALE - Bram *****

Bram chuckled when he heard the comment made by Hringa. Trust a Dwarf to be concerned with schedules and timetables! He stuffed another slice of dilled river trout in his mouth, washed it down with a sip of fine Dorwinion wine, and went over to talk to Rira.

'I think the Dwarf is right, Captain. It's a fine spread your wife has laid out for us, but we really do need to be in Minas Anor on Mettarë or just a little before. Let us wind up this fine meal, and meet back on the ship.'

Bram walked over to Hringa, who stood talking quietly to Stonehelm, and clapped him on his back. 'A fine taskmaster you have here, Stonehelm. One to keep us on our toes and bound for Gondor in a timely fashion!' He set down his goblet on the small table next to him, and winked at Hringa. 'What say you gather the Dwarves together, and I will gather the Elves and Dalesmen. We will board the ship this evening and by the morrow, with a good wind at our backs, we can be in the area of Lothlorien. I have need of the counsel of the remaining Elves, there. If you wish, the companions can visit the once great realm of the Lady of the Woods.'

Hringa looked at Bram in wonder. He had heard of Galadriel, but never thought to see the realm where she once ruled. The Dwarf wondered if it would be empty without her, now that she had passed over the Sea with the ring bearers.

The companions had been gathered together, and all bowed and thanked Rira's wife for the chance to enjoy such a pleasant meal. She accompanied them down to the dock and watched them as they set sail for the south. They could see her, on the dock, waving her white apron in the fading light of evening. Then they rounded a bend in the river and she was lost to sight.

[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

10-29-2002, 09:17 PM	#352
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE - Bram *** Bram chuckled when he heard the comment made by Hringa. Trust a Dwarf to be concerned with schedules and timetables! He stuffed another slice of dilled river trout in his mouth, washed it down with a sip of fine Dorwinion wine, and went over to talk to Rira. 'I think the Dwarf is right, Captain. It's a fine spread your wife has laid out for us, but we really do need to be in Minas Anor on Mettarë or just a little before. Let us wind up this fine meal, and meet back on the ship.' Bram walked over to Hringa, who stood talking quietly to Stonehelm, and clapped him on his back. 'A fine taskmaster you have here, Stonehelm. One to keep us on our toes and bound for Gondor in a timely fashion!' He set down his goblet on the small table next to him, and winked at Hringa. 'What say you gather the Dwarves together, and I will gather the Elves and Dalesmen. We will board the ship this evening and by the morrow, with a good wind at our backs, we can be in the area of Lothlorien. I have need of the counsel of the remaining Elves, there. If you wish, the companions can visit the once great realm of the Lady of the Woods.' Hringa looked at Bram in wonder. He had heard of Galadriel, but never thought to see the realm where she once ruled. The Dwarf wondered if it would be empty without her, now that she had passed over the Sea with the ring bearers. The companions had been gathered together, and all bowed and thanked Rira's wife for the chance to enjoy such a pleasant meal. She accompanied them down to the dock and watched them as they set sail for the south. They could see her, on the dock, waving her white apron in the fading light of evening. Then they rounded a bend in the river and she was lost to sight. [ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.