259 days untill Durin's day.
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
Drums,drums in the deep. Steps,steps in the dark. Names,names unkown. An old Dwarven proverb, one I have found my self pondering over more and more lately. My companion is sleeping longer, her heart more at ease then before and her smile growing warmer with the day. I have taken it upon my self to not mention any evil of darkness untill we leave the mountain, my more dark thoughts have been my own for days now to let her happiness thrive. A small sacrifice, but one needed.
Word has reached me that the Dwarven garrisons stationed in the Blue Mountain are marching to night. Dwalin has decided to start open warfare. It makes A son of Durin proud to hear the marching of his kin. Heavily armed and armored kinsmen are marching towards the lower parts of the Blue Mountain to fight the goblin threat. A part of me wishes I could join them again. Fight with true Dwarven warriors to protect our ancient Halls. Although my mind ponders off to the glory of old, I have to remind my self I have promised my Hammer to the Dunédain captain, A promise I fully intent to keep.
I have taken some time to wonder around Thorin's Halls and have found my self nostalgic. When I stared at Thorin's statue on Frerin's court I shed A small tear. Although the quest of Erebor was A brutal one, it was far simpler then the dangerous my Kin and all the Free People of Middle-earth now face. The "Enemy" has returned..The Enemy..A word I have yet to accept, the near sound of it is intimidating, threatening, dangerous. I have taken the words of my Companion to the heart. I will not share any words of dread with those I have met in Bree town, I do doubt any of them could handle the pressure.
Snow has stopped falling. Soon,very soon I will leave my kin and my journey back east will continue. My companion has started to insist as well. I doubt she fully understands what is at hand. Although I cannot doubt her wisdom I do not think she fully understand the weight of what is at hand. As A matter of fact I doubt that even I do. Things have been set in motion I do not understand.
But now is not the time for talk,thought or share. Now is the time for battle,war and glory. If not to protect our Halls it is to protect the Free-People of middle earth. My Hammer has become restless, it longs for orcen skull, and I intent to relieve it from it.
The long march.
KHAZÂD!!! KHAZÂD!!!
