Durin's Folk

Ealfin paced around at the stable of Aldburg, his legs restless and his mind the same, for the arrival of our mutual friend Cwendur and his horse Fale had put us both on edge. We had a mission to complete, on direct order by lord Tiubar. A large shipment of undisclosed worth and size was to be transported from Floodwend to Grimslade. A tall order and a lengthy journey at the best of times, while not escorting heavy work-horses towing slow carts behind them.

The Moon of the North

Part I
"The Wolves of Snow"

The following is a brief summary of some of the events that transpired between the kinships of Durin's Folk and Men of the Mark in recent times, as seen and chronicled from the perspective of Rohan and its people.<

I have not talked much about my mother. In fact not about any female relative thus far. I prefer to keep their names a secret, like it is custom for our folk to do, but it is no secret that our family bloodline hasn't born any she-dwarves in almost an age. Those female dwarves that we reckoned to be part of the family all were dwarf lasses from other family's or even other Houses!

The day of reckoning had finally come. The journey had been long. The blood of Westernesse had spilt the soil and sons were lost. 

The lust for vengeance wrung Thorontir's heart as he led the force he had assembled. A vengeance forged in the blood of his kinsfolk and friends. He wore a second rayed star on his chest, unlike his own not burdened with the years of grime, but with the blood of a young man that lingered in his mind though it had long since been washed away.

A dwarf knocked on the door, three loud bangs. 

"Maiden Ynel, an urgent letter of the The Longbeard Engineering Corps.... Conditions of Service!" he said in a hurry, "Master Kandral expects word from you at your earliest convenience!".

As soon as Ynel opened the door the thick scroll was pushed into her hands and before she could say anything the dwarf was off again.

"Béma have mercy!" Ulcwine complained as he left the barracks, the sack with the few belongings he would take with him on the ride on his shoulders just like his friend. 

"It's colder than before! We'll freeze before we reach Floodwend! Did you hear the news, Régnwald?" 

''It's still two hours till departure. It will be warmer by then.'' the captain replied and added with an arched brow, ''What news?''