Dwaline had been weeping for some time now. He finally looked up and saw that Avalon was gone. He drank the last of his ale and got up. He made his way over to an unoccupied table. He saw John across the room and beckoned him to approach. He did so. Dwaline was obviously troubled, and before John could inquire, Dwaline handed him a piece of parchment. It was tattered, bunt and crumpled, but still readable. The wax seal of Rivendel was on it.
This is what he read on it;
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Dwaline, faithful friend,
It is I, Fáinu. I fear my news is fell. My company came to Rivendel in high spirits some days ago. Our horses had been galloping double pace through the nights. Cree has a rather swift horse, and is the envy of many Elves in the valley. At Rivendel, Ellodan and Elrohir met with me to discuss our means.
It had been decided that we would ride out the next night and make for the high pass to come to Wilderland. After that, we would use the Wood elves favour to guide us to the grey mountains. We were joined by you're son, Dwarrow. He was a valiant fellow, the image of his father, in body and mind. He had mastered the horses of Rivendel and could ride as fast as we.
At Dawn after setting out, we were already high in the Mountains. We had avoided the Stone giants narrowly and came upon a small band of Goblins. We disposed of them swiftly. However, an ill fate was on us that day, for a fell creature flew from the skies and attacked us. Like onto an Eagle, but evil and black. Almost Dragon like.
I used my whole Quiver on that beast and still it did not fall. It swooped one last time upon out company, taking with him three. Including, you're son. Foolishly, Theldar, an Elf of Rivendel, threw a spear at the fell beast and it was pierced in the heart. I cried him to stay his hand, but it was too late. The Beast plummeted down though the clouds and took our companions with him.
Upon investigation, we found the beast gone, but the bodies of our companions still there, but badly burned. Dwarrow was the least burned and we were able to carry his body to Rivendel. His grave is deep under stone and you would be proud to see him hack at the beast's foot in his dieing moments.
We have delayed the continuing of our journey for now. And hope to see you soon. Cree sends her regrets to you and asks that you do not fall into disperse.
Yours in sorrow,
ifáinufalokin.
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John sat and looked at the dishevelled Dwarf who stared out of the window solemnly. He seemed to sing a little song to himself, but John could not hear it.