"When the Traitor and I spent time together, building that hut and building a runaway life, we…. We wanted to make it as official as possible. We… I… Mythrenniel, I'm pregnant."
"We could leave everything behind. We could just run. Live by ourselves, the dream of us we never achieved. We could live alone in these forests, raise a child to be better than either of us. It would be paradise."
The King has commanded me to find forgotten secrets in Mordor, mostly surrounding the ring-lore of Sauron. While I wish not to defy my Lord he demands a great many things, and it weighs heavily upon me. I have fought alongside the Longbeards quite recently and personally spoken with King Dain II Ironfoot prior to his death before the gates of Erebor, where also the last of my family fell. His son, Thorin III is now king of Durin's Folk, and I pledged my allegiance to his house the day we broke the siege and drove the Easterlings from our lands.
A herald of the Firebeard King comes before the doors of Stouthammer Hall, the residence of Nyr son of Neri, Amrazu Uzal and Keeper of the Great Drum of Akladubeshek, the Great Adventurer of the Firebeards.
Herald: Hail Nyr, son of Neri. Your presence at court is requested by the King. He bids you not to tarry.
Nyr is surprised by the urgency behind the herald's words, but he knows better than to inquire after it.
I have not talked much about my mother. In fact not about any female relative thus far. I prefer to keep their names a secret, like it is custom for our folk to do, but it is no secret that our family bloodline hasn't born any she-dwarves in almost an age. Those female dwarves that we reckoned to be part of the family all were dwarf lasses from other family's or even other Houses!