The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

Fain sat at a table in the back of the inn thinking. "What's taking Maikaalph so long. He's been gone for days."

"Excuse me, Master Dwarf." a small voice behind him said.

Fain turned to find a few Hobbit children there. "What can I do for you?" he asked.

"The Elf, umm, I think he said his name is Maikaalph, how did you and him become such good friends."

"Ohh!" Fain chuckled you want to know the story do ya. Well sit on down and I'll tell you." A group of others came as well intereseted in this strong friendship between Elf and Dwarf. "It was about ten years ago. I was lost in the Misty Mountains, and I happened to come upon a door. The door into Moria. I entered the Mines of Moria not thinking of the danger that might have lurked in the shadows. Little did I know that I was being followed. I entered the Tomb of Balin, and there I became trapped for a large group of orcs had come after me. I killed a few and then realized it was hopeless. Then when all hope seemed lost. An arrow whizzed by me and hit the nearest orc. Then another, and another. The orcs fell as arrows killed them. I turned to find an Elf there...

Fain's story was cut short for at that moment Maikaalph stumbled through the door, bloody, bruised, and covered in dust. "What have I unleashed upon the world?" He muttered before collapsing to the floor.