The End Of The Journey

Since we have departed from Erebor, we ran into trouble along the way, had to stop and trade, hunt for food and the like. But in the end, we survived, or at least some of us did. Tori was the first to fall. He took watch while we slept, it was near Mirkwood. We heard cries of a un-natural manner, and claw marks on the ground, and some dark beast had certainly taken Tori. We didn't find his corpse, but we had made a small structure of stone where we stood watch, if it won't for him then we most likely wouldn't of been here. Thrin was the second to die. It was in the Misty Mountains. He fell from a steep hill, and was lost in the perils of cold. The Last to die was Orli, our scholar, and one who went with us to be among his kin in the Blue Mountains. He simply slept one night, and didn't wake up the next morning, or the day after that. Mahal was kind to us that week, as we were close to Ered Luin, and that weather was fair when we had arrived. We were able to buy a coffin In Bree-town and set his body in it. We arrived in Thorin's hall and met with Orli's kin, and prepared a funeral. Later that day, we had it, and poems of courage of past days and sorrow were spoken. I bid farewell to my friends then found a place to sleep, it was my cousin's halls, in a warm and welcoming guest room.