The company passed through the Shire late at night, twenty Dwarves moving swiftly into the dark, making sure to pass out of the curious eyes of the Hobbits, their destination; Evendim, their goal; to make sure that the caravan would pass safely. The message came to Kheledul some days earlier, warning them to change their course and instead of Bree-land pass through the Shire and Evendim on their way to Annundir.
Preparations continued as they did, but this time the Dourhands sent a company ahead of it to make sure that it was safe. They didn’t trust the Angmarims after all, nor did they see the deal that happily, they did it only because it suited them. The company was well armed and travelled mostly at night, camping far from open plains during the day. Once they reached Oatbarton they camped in the outskirts and waited. Once the caravan arrived they would move along with it in a distance, to keep their eyes on it.
The tall gates of Kheledul opened and four carts came out of it, all covered, hiding what they contained, around them some thirty men on horses and Dwarves and men driving the carts. They were all dressed in a plain manner, except for three or four on the carts, seeming to be the richest among the traders, three Dwarves and a man. Their laughs could be heard all around, making them seem like a merry company of traders, wishing to sell their goods all around Eriador. No one could know their plans to arm Angmar for the upcoming attack.
Being good and true to their purpose, the last cart was filled with linen and cotton to sell when passing through populated areas. One or two chests were filled with jewels, showing the Dwarven craftsmanship, everyone would be fooled by it, until the time will come… for the Dourhand to reclaim what is theirs…
