To Lord Veryacano,
Lord of the Hammer, Protector of the Swan and its Virtues.
21st of Tuile, 33 to Laire. Eregion
Field Report
As you may have heard I was approached by a strange company before the Lady Miste's Harp left the valley to join Nost na Lothion in the western marches. Strange I say since -I believe, under normal conditions it would not have happened. Rainith and Galdorion, elves and oathsworn and bound to my lords house, asked me to help them to track down some suspicious identities, who were believed to be carrying an assorted shipment. A block of marble to be exact. They stole it from Galdorion's traders.
Since marble was not a commodity of strategic importance to My Lord's esteemed house, I wished to refuse right away. Not only that, but it is well known also what sorts of disgrace had the elf Galdorion made this house suffer by many. They were also privy to that information to my knowledge, both the absurdity of sending a hound of Hammer after blocks of stone and the long standing disagreements regarding their ways of handling things. However they too were oathsworn and my own oath to your mighty order put me under obligation to help, when asked this directly. Therefore, I had to help. Galdorion supplied me the best information he could, but there were better smell in the air. I my lord, followed the stench of corruption and always found something worthy. By the dawn of third morning I have gathered already enough lead to continue.
Apparently there were a strange route near Caradhras. Mountain was impassable and impenetrable between Yavie and Coire and it was impossible also if you are carrying a thousand stone block of cut marble. I have absolutely no idea how the traders made it with that thing into Eregion, the land of our kin. My idea would be the Gap of Rohan route and that too is too dangerous for anyone with a cart. However when I found the trail, the traders apparently made it halfway across the realm and closing to the vicinity of Gwingris. But I found their bodies and mutilated, stabbed limbs instead. The manner of wounds resemble closely of the sawed blades of the Dunland, traders were of Beornings with massive shape and smelling foul, like a bear I would say.
However there were other leads and stench across the field. I discovered their stop and it was near impossible to miss massive tracks of the overloaded cart. The bodies were mutilated not two days ago and despite that, Dunlending scum were able to move when their hearts are stirred with the heat of booty. Or at least the anticipation of it. They may had considered the value of this stone too great or there were gems hoarded in it. But it was not so. If they could run at their best speed I would not be able to catch them, however they did not leave the cart apart, travelling ever southwards. On the fifth day of my tracking, I had them in my sight, counted them five able bodied men and awaited for night, feeding my belly to support me in the coming battle. In great anticipation.
My lord, the might of your Hammer is great. Even when no elven company nearby to threaten these cur, they put three sentries up and made two of them sleep in a restless dream. That is the effect of our siege and dwindling their filthy numbers beyond their darkest dreams. A madness had come onto me when I saw them looking at my direction and unable to see me. I grabbed my hammer and one fell to its relentless trust. To my surprise he had a brain, evidently he splattered it around me, while the others gave alarm. A second one woke up only to have a hammer land on his left shoulder, breaking the collarbone and made him choke his own lungs out. Third did not even wake up and had no idea that he would not when resting...
Two to one. It was not fair, for them. But they did not deserve a fair fight either. They did not deserve anything else than death because of their defilement of our ancient land, the price of their betrayal to Valar required nothing less than a well placed hammer to their ears. But... It would be hard for me to drive this cart alone back to Gwingris. I told them to spare their lives if they drive that thing back... (And it was a big block of Marble indeed, thirty feet high and nine feet wide). They succumbed to your hound's will. We traveled back to Gwingris almost uneventfully until one of the Dunlendings attempted to run back but he accidentally fell on my hammer during the attempt, in which he fatally injured himself *this part has some eraser markings* On the sight of Gwingris. I liberated the other one. From his.. *several eraser markings* obligations.
I did leave the cart the shipment and the broken weel in the ruined settlement and reported the movements to the garrison commander and without further events, continued back to Imladris. My lord.
Daecondo,
Hound of Order, protector of the Swan and its virtues,
by the grace of Anglachelm, begging to remain your most humble and obediant servant, and the Orders.
