Brothers

Hjartoreldr. My friend, my first clansman. The one at my back, the one I will soon deck. I have not forgotten your face and my fist are due a meeting. I look forward to seeing your blood!

You swept into my life like a salt sea breeze under a desert sun.

“How was the magistrate?” Belegorn teased playfully, his normally deep baritone voice jumping an octave higher to a normal man’s voice, looking bereft of the squire Baranor whom he had unceremoniously dumped into a local stable’s haybale. He carried his distinctive feathered-helmet in the crook of his arm and waved with his free hand.

The afternoon sun was high overhead when Dogward finally approached the Woolyfoot family hobbit hole. Far from being the largest of similar holes nearby, this home had long been a bit cramped for the family of eight (Of course, that never bothered Dogward much, since he preferred to spend most of his time outside anyway).

After we camped a few fours away from the skirmish, and got rest, we continued on until we reached Forlaw. It was the city of Wildermoore, where even in the wilds, there is always hope and civilization, or so father said. It was decided that we would count our supplies here, have some drinks, and tell our tales to all that would listen. For today, father deemed be to be able to have a small, small pint of ale. I was almost getting to the point of manhood, at least, I think I am. I'm mature, strong, and did just kill my first orc today.

((Continuation of this))

“Ai, that is sharp!”

Second Age; beginning of the year 1717, in Imladris…

The main gem for a cloak clasp was nearly done…the intricate detail and great effort put into the jewel was not hard to miss. Undómion did not want to stop; enjoying making it the best it could possibly be. There was nothing left to improve, and instead of leaving it be, the Noldo kept looking for ways to further improve it.

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“Go away.” Undómion grunted.

The Wood in the Fire I

A second meeting...

Meadwine and Aegaldred happened upon one another in Bree for the second time, and it was suggested that they have a drink drink together, moments later they found themselves in the Prancing Pony Inn, sat face – to – face at a quiet table...