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Bêthberry · 10-30-2002, 07:34 PM

^ ^ ^ ^ Erebor/ Lonely Mountain ^ ^ ^ ^

Stonehelm, on the top bunk, and Hringa, on the bottom bunk, could no longer ignore the sunlight pouring through the tiny porthole; it not only made the dust particles dance, but it beat in on their eyelids. Stonehelm had been surprised by how comfortable it felt under deck, buried in the small room. The room lacked the solid, heavy, secure feel of carved mountain halls, but it was surprisingly cozy.

Stonehelm jumped down onto the floor--a bit of a jump for a dwarf but nothing too great. He washed his face and hands in the small sink, dressed, roused Hringa, and walked out to pick up the others. Frain and Durgan had beaten him up and were there in the small hallway ahead of him.

The four pounded on Girion and Rubin's cabin door. C'mon you lollilagers. There's potatoes to peel. Muffled murmmers told that the Men from Dale were just rising. Crise of [i]We'll meet you topside. Come get some fresh air[/b] were met with a few choice comments. Frain and Durgan cackled.

Let's get on topside announced Stonehelm who privately wished for an opportunity to talk with Orodan and Girion about the audience with Elessar. Secretly he didn't want this river traffic to run smoothly, for such a trade route would shut Erebor out and make her goods less marketable. But he wasn't going to tell them that.

Reaching the deck, the dwarves met the elves, who had slept topside and the entire group sought out the kitchen for a hearty breakfast.

Stonehelm observed that the voyage and the various harms that had befallen them had broken down the barriers between the three groups. Good, he thought. Let's face Elessar with a strong united front. He left the kitchen, seeking out this Rira fellow. Stonehelm wanted to know how reliable the river was for transport and for logging timber. Maybe between Bram and Rira he could figure out a straight answer.

Just as Stonehelm was about to climb the stairs to the captain's cabin, a large swell rocked the ship and he was thrown against the wall, bruising his arm. Well, thought Stonehelm to himself, , it isn't as bad as being under a rockfall.

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

10-30-2002, 07:34 PM	#358
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	^ ^ ^ ^ Erebor/ Lonely Mountain ^ ^ ^ ^ Stonehelm, on the top bunk, and Hringa, on the bottom bunk, could no longer ignore the sunlight pouring through the tiny porthole; it not only made the dust particles dance, but it beat in on their eyelids. Stonehelm had been surprised by how comfortable it felt under deck, buried in the small room. The room lacked the solid, heavy, secure feel of carved mountain halls, but it was surprisingly cozy. Stonehelm jumped down onto the floor--a bit of a jump for a dwarf but nothing too great. He washed his face and hands in the small sink, dressed, roused Hringa, and walked out to pick up the others. Frain and Durgan had beaten him up and were there in the small hallway ahead of him. The four pounded on Girion and Rubin's cabin door. C'mon you lollilagers. There's potatoes to peel. Muffled murmmers told that the Men from Dale were just rising. Crise of [i]We'll meet you topside. Come get some fresh air[/b] were met with a few choice comments. Frain and Durgan cackled. Let's get on topside announced Stonehelm who privately wished for an opportunity to talk with Orodan and Girion about the audience with Elessar. Secretly he didn't want this river traffic to run smoothly, for such a trade route would shut Erebor out and make her goods less marketable. But he wasn't going to tell them that. Reaching the deck, the dwarves met the elves, who had slept topside and the entire group sought out the kitchen for a hearty breakfast. Stonehelm observed that the voyage and the various harms that had befallen them had broken down the barriers between the three groups. Good, he thought. Let's face Elessar with a strong united front. He left the kitchen, seeking out this Rira fellow. Stonehelm wanted to know how reliable the river was for transport and for logging timber. Maybe between Bram and Rira he could figure out a straight answer. Just as Stonehelm was about to climb the stairs to the captain's cabin, a large swell rocked the ship and he was thrown against the wall, bruising his arm. Well, thought Stonehelm to himself, , it isn't as bad as being under a rockfall. [ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.