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Himaran · 04-20-2003, 04:23 PM

Kaldon sat on a flat rock, looking back at the mountain. The man had escaped during the fighting. He had hidden in a small crack in the wall until one of his men caused a distraction. The man had escaped by climbing out a window and descending the dangerous slope with nothing more than his knives.

His father was dead, their army destroyed, and his palace soon to be ruined. But somehow, Kaldon knew that it was better this way. He had never been one to sit in the fortress and drink wine, slouching on a throne while others carried out his every command. He was a loner, who trusted no one.

Kaldon turned back to take a final look at Erebor. You won, Bali, and my best wishes to your further life. Just don't cross the path of Kaldon Finnlo again. Next time, you won't be as lucky.

Smiling inwardly to himself, as he so often did, he went away over the hill, bound south. And so he remained what he had always been: a strange man with an unknown mission.
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It had been two full months since the last of Bali's company had left the mountain; with the exception of Eruantalon and the dwarves that lived there. Each had gone their way, with Burzdol and Maikafanawen leaving together for Mirkwood. Bali knew that they would share a happy life together.

But much as the dwarf loved his brother and father, he felt the need to walk again, to travel vast exspanses of land. He knew that he had to go.

His father guessed the troubles that were on his mind, one day when Bali was staring out the window, over the open plain. "Bali, I know what is in your heart. You are a born traveller."

Dwalin then appeared. "But Bali, you are the firstborn. When the dwarf-lord dies, he has no children, and you are the rightfull ruler. You are a born leader, brother."

Bali put one arm on Dwalin's shoulder. "Aye, good dwarf, but I would tire of sitting on a throne, and not being able to travel. It is you who was meant to rule Erebor, when the time comes. Do not be sad! I will return. But I must travel again, until I feel that it is my time to rest here, crafting weapons with my friend Dain."

The next morning, Bali said his goodbyes to Dain, Durin, Kili, Dwalin, and his father. He and Eruantalon set out from the mountain, bound east. They stopped in the field to look upon the graves of their dead comrades. But then they moved off, becoming to small specks in the distance. And so the fellowship was broken; having completed its mission. For it had completed its journey, and had conquered road to Erebor.

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04-20-2003, 04:23 PM	#40
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Kaldon sat on a flat rock, looking back at the mountain. The man had escaped during the fighting. He had hidden in a small crack in the wall until one of his men caused a distraction. The man had escaped by climbing out a window and descending the dangerous slope with nothing more than his knives. His father was dead, their army destroyed, and his palace soon to be ruined. But somehow, Kaldon knew that it was better this way. He had never been one to sit in the fortress and drink wine, slouching on a throne while others carried out his every command. He was a loner, who trusted no one. Kaldon turned back to take a final look at Erebor. You won, Bali, and my best wishes to your further life. Just don't cross the path of Kaldon Finnlo again. Next time, you won't be as lucky. Smiling inwardly to himself, as he so often did, he went away over the hill, bound south. And so he remained what he had always been: a strange man with an unknown mission. _____________________________ It had been two full months since the last of Bali's company had left the mountain; with the exception of Eruantalon and the dwarves that lived there. Each had gone their way, with Burzdol and Maikafanawen leaving together for Mirkwood. Bali knew that they would share a happy life together. But much as the dwarf loved his brother and father, he felt the need to walk again, to travel vast exspanses of land. He knew that he had to go. His father guessed the troubles that were on his mind, one day when Bali was staring out the window, over the open plain. "Bali, I know what is in your heart. You are a born traveller." Dwalin then appeared. "But Bali, you are the firstborn. When the dwarf-lord dies, he has no children, and you are the rightfull ruler. You are a born leader, brother." Bali put one arm on Dwalin's shoulder. "Aye, good dwarf, but I would tire of sitting on a throne, and not being able to travel. It is you who was meant to rule Erebor, when the time comes. Do not be sad! I will return. But I must travel again, until I feel that it is my time to rest here, crafting weapons with my friend Dain." The next morning, Bali said his goodbyes to Dain, Durin, Kili, Dwalin, and his father. He and Eruantalon set out from the mountain, bound east. They stopped in the field to look upon the graves of their dead comrades. But then they moved off, becoming to small specks in the distance. And so the fellowship was broken; having completed its mission. For it had completed its journey, and had conquered road to Erebor. [ April 21, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]