Hammer

"Stones shall be shattered! Shape will emerge. Thus the fire of art is born.

Foes shall be shattered! Glory will emerge. Thus the art of combat is born.

Chapter Two: A mad-dwarf, a mute and an axe.

When the mad-dwarf met the mute.
To explain Tórunr's muted mouth, by the act of a missing tongue.

It all started with rain.

Anglachelm was awaiting a word from Eregion for a week. The whole Hammer company was fighting there and the most recent reports about their whereabouts were not so accurate. Hammer quartermastery was sending more letters to the valley about their supply needs than the command itself. All these stalemate and blurry news were discomforting Tur of Vanimar beyond measure.

Daegond then continued, serving food to his new friends 

He was silently listening the report.

Durin's Day, year 2894 of the Third Age, Hammersmith Hall,

This day was a day I would remember forever.  The day promised to be a normal Durin's Day in Hammersmith Hall.  The Ale Association was here, selling their ales and meads, and minstrels singing the songs of our forefathers.