The Blue Mountains Regiment

'After the morning exercise, we got into formation for our parade through the streets. At first the town seemed almost asleep; Somewhat uncharacteristic of Bree, I find. Usually, there is always a few citizens that come to gawk at us exercising or follow the procession. We did end up attracting a small crowd of onlookers once we reached the western gate. Mostly men, though a couple of elves also took interest.'

Captain Rodtranorn the Drill-Instructor inspects his dwarrows during military training.

Plastered on the noticeboards of every dwarven settlement, from Gondamon to Thorin's Hall, are posters, lovingly decorated and stamped with the seal of The Blue Mountains Regiment, inviting all good dwarves and dwarf-friends to the Annual Blue Mountains Yule Revelries.

The menu for this year's banquet at the Annual Blue Mountains Yule Revelries, featuring the finest of local cheeses, meats, and refreshments!

Arradril was able to escort the hobbits - by now complaining of hunger, which was really to be expected - through the mountain pass before having to turn back. Despite the steep climb, she enjoyed not only the company, but the views that began to reveal themselves.

Although some of the throng -- for the first time in a long time, Arradril began to doubt her throng-leading skills -- were mildly miffed at discovering the Dwarven outpost of Vindurhal was not, in fact, an inn, there was an opportunity for a bit of rest and a snack. Arradril confronted the strange Dúnadan who had been following the group, demanding to know his intentions, but gave up when Foggi, one of the Dwarrow accompanying the hobbits, invited the Dúnadan along despite her protestations that "Randir" wasn't actually a name. 

Arradril walked at the back of the column so that others would not notice she was stepping lightly on top of the snow, rather than sinking in. In the quiet of the mountain pass, she began to hear sounds as if, indeed, someone was following the small folk she had decided to protect.

Visiting the stables of Imladris to get her horse washed, Arradril was astounded to find that the band of hobbits she had helped escort through the Trollshaws on their way to Isengard had not only survived, but returned, and with reinforcements -- including several Dwarves. Learning that the brave little survivors were now headed for the Vales of Anduin, Arradril resolved to escort them as far as she might without either permission, or Branalph.