So it had finally come , the day started quietly and the sun shone, though hardly warming anything as the cold mountainair blew through the vale of Thrain. Ever since the hornblasts echoed throughout Ered Luin, there the dwarves klad in blue ventured to Gondamon, marching in tight packed formations, chanting a mournfull hymn in rythm to their boots beating the road.
Asudrom folded his arms, his cloak flapping slightly in the wind as he stood on the wall of Gondamon's western gate, which alltogether is the main gate. Down below he eyed the dwarves entering be it his own or those who fled to safety from what may follow in the oncoming days. So far no elves, and the dwarves Hradrin and Odsi were starting to blush from exertion as they kept at it with the signaling horns. He tapped his left arm with his fingers in restless patience, then he went to the courtyard leaving the two others to continue their task. Down below Thorlaen was lining up the newest recruits, Hanfur had just ventured into the wilds with two dwarves to go look for the elves in the meantime.
"Form a line!", the younger officer grunted, putting the somewhat unexperienced dwarves into shape, inspecting their equipment for all the required materials they may have need of. "Make sure your canteens are filled and get those blades oiled, no sense in having them damaged durin a fight, you can hardly start fighting bladeweilding goblins with your fists." It went unspoken, but a good number of them grinned in proud objection to that, nevertheless did they proceed with preparations. Thorlaen turned to Asudrom, "They're all good to go, when the elves arrive and let's hope so they shall, we can go clear out that nest of filth!" Asudrom gave him a proud pat on the shoulder and a nod of his head as he walked past, indicating his approval.
The day progressed quietly , but then as the sun was a few hours from departing back behind the horizon's edge, both Hradrin and Odsi ceased their signals, they came down breathing deeply to regain themselves and with a gesture towards the gate it was clear soon enough who had arrived, quickly followed by Hanfur and his two volunteers the elves galloped inside, forming a perfect line by their hostleader Curugirion, "Well met master dwarf!" The elf's voice rang through the walls of the old fort, Asudrom approached, bowing politely, but so far that was the last of the courtesies he gave, for the time to strike on the foes of the Free Peoples was nigh.
Without much ado, Curugirion and two of his, what Asudrom assumed were his advisors he spoke of the various hindrances that lay nearby, the conversation didn't take too long, as was quite uncommon for dwarves whom sometimes may preffer to more longwinded discussions when the chance was there. Nonetheless it was decided after short discussion that the amount of seasoned warriors was too small in number that day to face any serious threat, much to dislike of both leaders, but so it was to be.
Not too far removed from Gondamon lay the encampment of goblins, recently climbing down from the mountains, much to the detriment of local trade and general safety of the people, a despite it not being a battle to be sang throughout the ages, it was necessary, it went as planned. The dwarves formed up in two ranks behind eachother, the elven host spread out around them in groups, so they marched into the horde of shrieking goblins, unyielding as they are known for the dwarves pushed into them, hacking and hammering at anything that tried to claw it's way past their shielded ranks, the elves fought valiantly, striking with spear and arrows at any groups making an attempt to flank the dwarves.
It wasn't untill the sun had set at last that the last goblin standing got Asudrom's axe in the head, by then the others were either dead or in flight, many of Curugirion's elves gave chase under direct command, though the dwarves were nursing their wounded already, carried by their comrades as they went, Asudrom marched up to the elven leaders and his bodyguard, a ring of dead foes around them and barely any scratches to display their skill, "A good start!", The dwarf said with a hint of pleasure in his rumbling voice. The elven leader nodded gently and smiling, he yelled out to form a talon. Asudrom knew by then he had best have his dwarves return, behind them a smoking ruin and the burning dead were left behind.
((So hereby a short report of the event on wednesday the 20th of February 2013, concerning to both Loth I Lonnath and Durin's Folk, I'm very happy to have made the effort to plan it all out and greatly thank the elves for joining in on our little adventure! Hope it was fun for everyone and keep those ears open for there's more to come soon! Hopefully with more high levels aswell!))
