239 days Untill Durin's day.
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
Barúk-Khazád! Today was the day, the day that was forth told. So we marched. Well what was left of my once great company. After two great and fierce battles our numbers dwindled. But we were not defeated. It takes the power of the great Smith him self to stop us for avenging the fallen.
Marching to war. A sentence spoken much amongst my ranks, a restless spirit of war is among my kin.
And then, at the peak of midday, we had found our enemy. A great battle was already waging in A small dale, and the son's of Durin weren't going to let those who were fighting for the Free-People stand alone. I reformed the ranks, made A course order and so we went to our doom.
And so it began, as we saw the enemy moving in on the Dunedain,Elven alliance we charged in! Like A hand hitting a cheek we smashed into our foe. One by one they fell to Dwarven sword.
We started cutting through the enemy lines like vines in a forest, but when our initial momentum wore off we saw our self stranded and surrounded in the middle of the battle, and so started the real struggle.
I fought my share part of Orcs, but it was when I faced the so called "half-men" I found my self a worthy adversary, more then once one got the better of me, wounding me in minor ways but penetrating my defense, although their victories would be short lived, my endurance was starting to fail me when the battle went on duo to their perseverance .
My numbers started to dwindle our losses started to grow. I was starting to think I had led my kin into their death. It was at this moment, the ground shook. The air was taken from my longs and A massive explosive haunted the dale. Many of Orcs fell upon the ground but my kin stud strong facing the shock wave of the explosion.
Many of the Orcen Spawn died in the explosion but those who didn't started to rout, I reformed the Dwarven lines and so A slaughter began, every Orc running in our direction met his fate with Axe and bolt.
And then something odd happened, A deep steering voice could be heard for a split second and all the sons of Durin would be caught in their tracks. I was unable to move, like I was frozen in winter. My mussels not listening, my mind the only thing my own.
In the distance I saw an old man speaking to the Eldar and Dunédan host, it disappeared shortly after. With the control over my body back again, I rendezvoused with them.
Although the battle won, our losses to great for song nor drink, I have agreed to join the newly forged Alliance back to the Angle to speak about pressing matters. The free-people have won this day. And hopefully many more to come.
