Papers fluttered through the air like feathers from a beaten pillow, facial hair and hands waved in madness and then there was silence. Thogen sat at his desk in his humble home. His hand rested upon his tired head which had been going over reports that had been brought in by Khlosi and Byli. "Twelve Trebuchet .. ten Batista and ten barricades! They mean one thing .. war .." he spoke, two fingers rubbing the bridge of his large nose. With a frown he continued to read over the report out loud at times " Barrels upon barrels of weapon .. they must number in the tens of thousands!" he groaned, smacking his fist to the desk.
Time had passed and more papers seemed to sit on the floor then his desk, maps and maps of Ered-Luinn spread across the crafted wood and with those many pawns of both Dwarven and Goblin creation. "This will be held in the Vale of Thrain without a doubt in my mind .. we must stop this hoard before it can even dare see the sight of the walls.." he mumbled. Hours had passed once again and all Thogen could do was look over all the reports and maps.
After all this time Thogen had lost track and jumped to his feet in suprise! " The Kin meet!" he shouted while trying to put on his armour, shield, axe, greaves and gauntlets were tossed around and bumped from here to there before rushing out the door. Dwarf after Dwarf he passed, looking them over in a whole new light, he knew what fate may come to some. The Hall of Durin's Folk filled with faces both old and young, friend and new member but he still knew what he must ask of them. Slowly Thogen bowed his head, his braided hair filled with steel beads rattled against his shoulder guards " Greetings my brothers, my sisters. I am glad to see so many have come, welcome! Welcome! You all know I should be speaking of weekly drills and other ventures of that sort .. but that is not what I came to speak of today." Thogen spoke, his loud voice never skipping a word or stuttering a single letter. "Today I have been looking over the Sabaj reports ..Sarnur has been under watch and this you may or may not know. Smoke rises from those halls since last we entered and with that means new life now thrives .. and thrive it does! Goblins .. Dourhand .. both our foes have now come together and have been building a great army! Siege weapons have been found! Weapons that would rain death to Thorins Gate and then allow troops to raid our halls! This we cannot stand for." Thogen found himself yelling to the kin. Some members looked between one another while others clenched their fist in anger.
Thogen continued, looking over every member once again "Durin's Folk .. We go to WAR!" he echoed through out the stone crafted hall, warriors new and old raised their arms and repeated " War!". The meeting carried on and more plans were discussed on the matter, after a time all members seemed willing to do their part in this battle that would wage on.
Day had turned to night and after some business with the elves Thogen now found himself walking with heavy legs and a sleepy mind back home. Crimson images flashed through his head, goblins dead on the ground and every now and then a Dwarf. Violently he shook his head "No, no!" he cried .. "This will not be their fate. We will win this .. Mahal give me and my brothers strength".
Home at last Thogen kicked off his steel boots and tossed away his gauntlets. His bed sang to him with a sweet tune but the drums of war beat away from the calling of his reports and maps. A match struck against a rough stone and a candle was lite. Back at the desk he found himself. "I must start the orders and commands. Every Dwarf must know their place if we are to Secure Noglond .. if it falls we must defend at our home. Noglond must be ready"
Morning had come and after a long night of planning and paperwork Thogen woke from a deep sleep he had finally went into on his desk. Rising up paper stuck like glue to drool on his face. "EeeRrrghhh .." he mumbled. A warm breakfast and a cool drink got him on his way and once again he suited up in his massive armour. Down on his way he marched through Thorin's Hall with a horn in hand and pressed to his lips .. HaaAAauuuUUUUMMM! it sounded. " Dwarves of the Blue Mountains, now is your time to aid! War is upon us! Gather at Thorins gate for we set up defenses! I Call upon you now! Will you could to aid!" he shouted.
The gate from the homesteads opened with a loud creak, the cold air kissed his cheeks and burned his nose. The morning sun reflected off his polished armour and it was there he had peace for the last time for the next few months he knew he would never have any. Noise came from behind him .. Thud .. Thud .. Thud .. Like a wall of shining steel they marched .. Thud .. Thud .. Thud ..
The army had been mustered. Durin's Folk marched to War.
