201 D.U.D.D
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
My trip to Bree has been disappointing. I have found nothing and no one I wished to see and only met trouble. This time in the form of Children with daggers and threats, something this Khazád intended to take care of by simple discipline, but the kind hearted soul of the Elven-race found a more suited answer to this problem. After this encounter I took the decision to leave Bree early.
Whilst returning to my duty's as commander of the Noble-guard I found my self back in war. The sounds of hammer hitting metal, marching troops and ever cheering Khazád voices are a warming sight to any Dwarf. Perhaps it has also made me colder to the more innocent things in life. I have looked back on my actions in Bree, and found my self troubled. Although the she-elf offered allot more then I would have ever done, they two boys were still children, and if I would have fully in control of the situation I doubt the boys would have faired better. We can only live with our decisions. The event now having weeks passed. I have more important matters to put my mind on anyway.
My guard looked sublime whilst I walked into Gondamon. Their gear shining and their grey beards long as ever. On their faces I could see their relieve that their commander had returned. For two long night I drank and sang song with them, sharing laugh over their short skirmishes around Gondamon.
187 D.U.D.D
Orders, rounded in the seal of Ered-Luin. My Guard was to march the cross-splitting, A cavern in the mountains, renowned for it stench. We were to be accompanied by A small company of miners. Although much of the warriors life has grown known to me, there is one thing no Dwarf will ever truly grow accustomed too: the stench of orcspawn.
On the way there we were ambushed, my company made short work of the attackers but in the fight an enemy arrow made its way to my shoulder, although hardly penetrating my armor, it still put dread in my heart. The Goblin was aiming below the neck, the point between helmet and plate. Their tactics had began to change.They were more precise more hard-hitting and above all....More organized.
We have reached our destination and started to blockade the cavern. With rock and stone we build A barrier, whilst the miners whom had be traveling with is started to mine the entrance, making sure she would collapse given enough time.
185 D.U.D.D
(Something, most likely swearing would be crossed out here)
By Durin's beard. A letter has arrived for me today. I am to leave my current position and return to Gondamon. On Decree of Lord Dwalin. It seems I am given the wield the title of Master of Coin, my office starting immediately. I would remain commander of the Noble-guard, only if needed. Any Khazád knows what that means. I have gathered my belongings and started to long March back towards Gondamon. My mind sour and my mood grumpy.
184 D.U.D.D
Belodin Bronzeboots, Third of his name, Master of Coin in the joined Dwarven effort, Defender of Gondamon, Captain of the Noble Guard and envoy of the Lonely Mountain, Son of Grepin Member of the Iron Guard.
What an awful mouth full, would I not have been given A writer and text artist I wouldn't even try to remember it. Although all very nice on paper, I tent to go with Belodin son of Grepin. People tent to remember that allot better.
A letter has reached my office from Bree, carrying no seal but addressed to me. An invitation from my dear Brynleigh for her wedding. With in A couple of moons she is to be wed to the stone-men Conrob, I intent to be there on requested date. I'd better go and work on response, I have the young text artist to taunt whilst he writes my less then understandable words. Taunting the young lad has made this job a little more enjoyable. I am already looking forward to it.
