Many are the dangers in the wilds of Eriador and Rhovanion, those who've travelled for most of their lives have come to see the roads grow more dangerous with each bypassing year, orcs run rampant in the Lone Lands. Stories of strange whispers coming from trees near the Old Forest have been spoken in hushed tones and brigands and southerners terrorise Breeland more so then in the many years before.
For the dwarves whom now live in Ered Luin it is no different, the brave dwarves of Duinn's company, named simply Durin's folk because of their Longbeard-heritage have ventured many a time on the roads, protecting caravans and travelers , keeping them safe of the wilds and the things scuttling beneath the trees and bushes. Looking for meals and loot.
Now it's been several days ago that Asudrom, son of Hjontind has come to Duillond with several brave companions, marching in relative danger as they far leave the borders of Thrain's vale and thus the borders where dwarven protection still stands strong.
There he caused a commotion among elves, stomping throughout the streets untill he stumbled, as far as dwarves can stumble with their broad feet, into a group of elves, slightly startled at the sight of one of the mountainfolk in their homeland for so long a while.
He would bow, his fair beard almost sweeping the street as he did and introduced himself in common dwarven fashion, "Asudrom at your service!", he said. The elves looked at him a moment, and though he didn't show it he expected the same old elven way of clinging to old hatred in their hearts to him. They responded with smiles and the a warm welcome, if not a somewhat childish curiosity for some. He remained polite and showed himself a lord of his people such as his rank would be, "I apologise sincerely for the interruption, but I require to speak to the elf going by the name Earinlin, if not him then by the one whom you may name your lord.
The elves giggled and looked at one another, eventually one stepped forward and proposed to look for him along with Asudrom, it wasn't long when they found them, both the elf Earinlin and what appeared to be the local lord Curugirion, surrounded by the dwarves he had send in town to find them and having trouble to finish their courtesies before being able to go get him at the looks of it. The elves both bowed in response to his own, clearly knowing the proper greeting of the dwarves, he offered a smile, showing that he appriciated such a gesture.
And so while brave Thogen and the others guarded the door of a delicate room that smelled of spring and old parchments, he spoke forth about the reason of his visit.
"Lords Curugirion and Earinlin, the third Ting of the West has passed for several moons now and it is time we would put our vows and words of friendship into action! I am hereby send by master Duinn Drakenbane to see your stances on the oaths sworn!" He fell silent as a falling pile of rubble that had suddenly ceased to be in midflight and thus did the hall seemed to be at a loss of something for a brief moment.
Both elves responded as serious as elves may be able to seem, for these were truly the gentle ones, still full of the hope and life that their elders may have lost in their old lifes. "We shall hold up our oaths, master Asudrom! You may have found yourself at odds with our cousins in other parts, but those of Loth I lonnath keep their words and honor intact!"
Truly Asudrom would've bowed once more, but instead he refrained from doing so and simply nodded, keeping a diplomatic poise and attitude so his own heart would not sway his objective mind.
"Then, I bring news of goblins marching from the peaks of the mountains, not too far from the fort your folk names Gondamon, and I request you to send aid! Send what elves are willing and capable for me and my dwarves will wage a bloody battle before the next moon is done, the threat must not be ignored."
They both fell silent upon this straightforward request, wether it was fear or caution keeping them from a direct answer remained unknown, but they answered with the bravery of the ancient elves. "We shall send whom we can master dwarf, for indeed we're all at peril if we leave the foe unattended, What warriors I can spare shall be send to Gondamon, we can expect you all there?"
Asudrom nodded once more and his deep voice rang in an echo, "Me and my dwarves shall be at Gondamon elven lords, may we fight together and see the filth wiped clean from the mountainranges."
Long still did they discuss the matters of war, Asudrom had some revelations for the elves concerning the presence of trolls and other creatures and their cousins living at Rivendell, Asudrom himself eventually proposed them to warn their elves and soon after a refreshing meal he and his patrol went to Gondamon.
Ever since, hornblasts can be heard coming from the old fort and many dwarves klad in blue hauberks have been spotted on the road to go there from Thorin's gate..
