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Bêthberry · 11-05-2002, 07:41 PM

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

Stonehelm stood back, letting Frain and Hringa have pride of place as they walked ahead down the gangplank.

Strange what the journey accomplished, thought the dwarven king to himself. We were forced to cast aside the very things we so greatly desired to speak for us, and yet now we stand the stronger for it. Frain has proven himself in greater ways than even I imagined he would. Heh, he has surprised himself I would bet. And I have found the councillor I was needing for the negotiations that lie ahead. And Hringa, hiding so often amid the scrolls and protocols of the Great Hall, has taken his first steps towards ownership of his role. Stonehelm nodded his head with confidence. He had chosen his companions wisely, and his trust was well-rewarded.

Stoneheld was not entirely decided if he should let Hringa introduce Erebor's claim to Khazad-dûm with Elessar, or if he himself should make the initial proposition, but he knew there was time enough later to decide that. A noise behind him signalled the late arrival of Curin, Burin, Pain and Gain, marshalled by a now-recovered Durgon. A nod of Stonehelm's head directed them down to the firm timbers of the harbour wharf.

Something drew Stonehelm back, to watch the White Tower of Guard in the bright sunlight. He had fought for this, after his father fell, not only for Erebor and the Kingdom under the Mountain, in the Siege of Erebor. He could face Elessar proudly as a veteran of the War of the Ring and look upon his Queen and know that her safety and that of Rivendell was vouchsafed by Erebor. Was here the answer to all that grim blood-letting? he wondered.

Well, I know one thing, said Stonehelm aloud to no one in particular. After our forest adventures I might not be as keen to see the White Tree as Orodan might be. He laughed to himself as he headed down the gangplank after his dwarves.

[ November 06, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

11-05-2002, 07:41 PM	#1
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	^ ^ ^ ^ Erebor/ Lonely Mountain ^ ^ ^ ^ Stonehelm stood back, letting Frain and Hringa have pride of place as they walked ahead down the gangplank. Strange what the journey accomplished, thought the dwarven king to himself. We were forced to cast aside the very things we so greatly desired to speak for us, and yet now we stand the stronger for it. Frain has proven himself in greater ways than even I imagined he would. Heh, he has surprised himself I would bet. And I have found the councillor I was needing for the negotiations that lie ahead. And Hringa, hiding so often amid the scrolls and protocols of the Great Hall, has taken his first steps towards ownership of his role. Stonehelm nodded his head with confidence. He had chosen his companions wisely, and his trust was well-rewarded. Stoneheld was not entirely decided if he should let Hringa introduce Erebor's claim to Khazad-dûm with Elessar, or if he himself should make the initial proposition, but he knew there was time enough later to decide that. A noise behind him signalled the late arrival of Curin, Burin, Pain and Gain, marshalled by a now-recovered Durgon. A nod of Stonehelm's head directed them down to the firm timbers of the harbour wharf. Something drew Stonehelm back, to watch the White Tower of Guard in the bright sunlight. He had fought for this, after his father fell, not only for Erebor and the Kingdom under the Mountain, in the Siege of Erebor. He could face Elessar proudly as a veteran of the War of the Ring and look upon his Queen and know that her safety and that of Rivendell was vouchsafed by Erebor. Was here the answer to all that grim blood-letting? he wondered. Well, I know one thing, said Stonehelm aloud to no one in particular. After our forest adventures I might not be as keen to see the White Tree as Orodan might be. He laughed to himself as he headed down the gangplank after his dwarves. [ November 06, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.