Drúedain

Act II Part II: The Númenorian Conquest

Durin's Day, year 2894 of the Third Age, Hammersmith Hall,

This day was a day I would remember forever.  The day promised to be a normal Durin's Day in Hammersmith Hall.  The Ale Association was here, selling their ales and meads, and minstrels singing the songs of our forefathers.

Rain. Always rain.
Derathon gazed over the horizon, hoping to see even the smallest sign of an end to the endless sea of grey clouds that had been over the forest since autumn began. He has always disliked getting wet when it was not his own decision.