Moria

With a heavy sigh, Hilfar sat at his dinner table. He had finally packed all of his belongings, made preparations for the caravan and sorted all contracts. Quite content with himself he poured a tankard with his home-brew to the brim. He leaned back in his chair, and stared at a map of Eriador on the table. So he was going to pursue this after all. He loved and feared the ancient halls of Khazâd-Dum, there were so many tales told about it, and he was about to find out which tales actually held truth. Was Durin's Bane just a myth? And what of the orc legions..

Looking on Nelnardis' history, this report is of the expedition to Mirkwood with members of The Warband of Imladris. The report can be found within Lord Elrond's Library and The Kinship House of the Warband.

Elufer finally sat down in her airy study in Imladris, contemplating on the mystery of Geodes, and on the Dwarves with their thick beards.

Day XXX: The Spire of Durin
‘So the Axe is for real?’ asked Hroskold, amazed.
‘As real as I’m sitting here!’
‘It’s all written down, as plain as can be.’
Said the Gaffer, to the dwarf’s cheers.
So, fired up again with the thought of the Axe,
The lads and I planned our attack.
I’d scout up ahead; the lads, they would follow
We’d be sure to bring the Axe back!

Day XXX: Treachery
We rounded a bend by the lake’s shore to find
What appeared by the roadside to be
A bundle of clothes, but then a low groan
Revealed to the others and me
That this was a dwarf in need of our care
For he had been struck by an arrow.
When we turned the lad over I gave out a gasp
For all of us knew this poor dwarrow.

Day XXX: A whiff of woodsmoke
I was up before dawn and went down to the lake,
Leaving the others in bed.
On the shore, staring outwards across the dark mere,
Stood the Gaffer, a hat on his head.
‘It’s to keep my ears warm,’ he said when I asked.
‘It’s so chilly out here to be sure,’
I nodded and pulled my cloak tightly around,
As we gazed to the opposite shore.

Day XXVIII continued — A long way round
We stood and looked down at the chasm below;
Most of the dwarves were in tears.
They couldn’t believe that something had sundered
The bridge that had stood here for years
‘Let’s hope we’re not trapped here,’ Kandral said,
‘That rope bridge our weight must bear.’
He was the first to step back from the bridge,
Running a hand through his hair.