Awiergan

Within the late hours of the night Awiergan sat up and was still awake.

The house was dark and the hearth was hot, but Awiergan felt cold. 

Sitting upon his bed he intertwined his fingers and stared deep into the dark reaches of the night. He kept thinking, and thinking, and thinking.

His wife lay sound asleep nearby, she had not once noticed his restlessness that has been gripping her husband of late. Yet in the days he would sleep long. 

Well. All stories have an ending, often they have follow-up stories which tend to take place a while after the first had finished.

  But here comes an end to Awiergan's tale, in the days to come he shall be a father to a beautiful daughter. Thus he shall live happily till the days of age take his wife and himself, taking their love with themselves to their graves. For Awiergan shall now love as any man would, in peace and linger in happiness whilst the rest of this earth fights a to determinate the fates of all.

This tale dates back to a few weeks before Awiergan's birth. His father was Ræsgan, and his mother was Fægwyn, both of them lived happily in a warm home within the solid walls of Snowbourn, strong was the love they had for each other and never did it seem to dim, even when they were parted by short distance or many leagues away.

The dwarves, riders and the elf
Passed under the mountain dark and tall,
Within copper, iron and mithril's glimmer
Hasteful were the steps of the rider.

Down they descended deep into the Mines,
To Moria, the Great Delving of Dwarves
Blade, arrow, axe and the hilt's glitter
They walked as the tunnels darkened ever.

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