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Bêthberry · 10-08-2002, 09:04 AM

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

An exhausted Stonehelm wandered around the field, more from the aftereffects and let-down of the battle than with any strong effort to recover his favourite stones, although many of those he did retrive. Elves who promise safe passage obviously cannnot be relied upon, he thought to himself. He felt a deep sense of remorse, even grief, over the loss of the elven girl and thanked Mahal that he had stood firm that no dwarven women accompany his men. Life and the potential for life is too precious to squander on the vagaries of the road. Males were expendable; females, not, for dwarves at least.

The voice of his Chief Engineer called him out of his thoughts.

Frain, the food is the least of our concerns. We have wagons for our goods and ponies for faster travel if we ever get out of these pestilential woods. You have done well to bring such a reliable crew; I see none have been grievously hurt, although there are some injuries. Stonehelm touched his heart, lips and forehead with his right hand. Thank Mahal. I don't trust this retreat. The Queen gave up too easily; let us keep careful eyes about us. He stopped for a moment and Frain began to walk away, but Stonehelm called out to him. I had my doubts about whether to choose you, Frain, for the journey. Your actions belie those doubts. Stonehelm nodded a glance of respect at the older dwarf and then turned to Hringa.
You kept your wits about you, Hringa, and we will all benefit from your swift efforts with the pony. Make sure the engineers reward you with the finest ale when we reach Minas Anor.

Stonehelm wondered if they were going to be forced to spend the night in this place. What would they do? Climb trees? He had never climbed a tree in his life.

[ October 08, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

10-08-2002, 09:04 AM	#11
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,005	^ ^ ^ ^ Erebor/ Lonely Mountain ^ ^ ^ ^ An exhausted Stonehelm wandered around the field, more from the aftereffects and let-down of the battle than with any strong effort to recover his favourite stones, although many of those he did retrive. Elves who promise safe passage obviously cannnot be relied upon, he thought to himself. He felt a deep sense of remorse, even grief, over the loss of the elven girl and thanked Mahal that he had stood firm that no dwarven women accompany his men. Life and the potential for life is too precious to squander on the vagaries of the road. Males were expendable; females, not, for dwarves at least. The voice of his Chief Engineer called him out of his thoughts. Frain, the food is the least of our concerns. We have wagons for our goods and ponies for faster travel if we ever get out of these pestilential woods. You have done well to bring such a reliable crew; I see none have been grievously hurt, although there are some injuries. Stonehelm touched his heart, lips and forehead with his right hand. Thank Mahal. I don't trust this retreat. The Queen gave up too easily; let us keep careful eyes about us. He stopped for a moment and Frain began to walk away, but Stonehelm called out to him. I had my doubts about whether to choose you, Frain, for the journey. Your actions belie those doubts. Stonehelm nodded a glance of respect at the older dwarf and then turned to Hringa. You kept your wits about you, Hringa, and we will all benefit from your swift efforts with the pony. Make sure the engineers reward you with the finest ale when we reach Minas Anor. Stonehelm wondered if they were going to be forced to spend the night in this place. What would they do? Climb trees? He had never climbed a tree in his life. [ October 08, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.