The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

Dwarves were not meant to climb trees
Thorr's Journal Entry 11

Our fears were great as we entered the homestead of Legelaven. We were shocked to learn of the attack by the Sarquin’s spiders. We vowed to the townspeople that we would get them back if they were still alive. Our fellowship is now three and we were fortunate to have the horses of Rohan to carry us all this way. Lest we be weary to pursue these foul creatures into the dark wood.

Chasing down those damnable spiders and into those towering trees is not a place for a dwarf. We were fortunate to save those that we could. A dwarf is not meant for climbing trees. If Mair knew that I was swinging from tree to tree like a great monkey, I’m certain she would not think highly of me if she had seen such as sight. Most certainly her father would be disappointed. Yet, I could not let those good people suffer further at the fangs of that nightmarish Sarquin.

That dancing elf was masterful in luring Sarquin away so that I could get our friends cut down from those trees. Only an elf could be so annoying as to create such hatred from that foul arachnid. This was not the battle that we should have won this night.

Lest I not forget how important Aegir the Dreamwalker is to our fellowship. He put everything on the line for our friends and for me. I shall never forget how he saved me time and again that night from those spider’s webs. His spirit is so weakened by this battle that I must help him however I can. If he had not held strong against all those spiders down below us, I am certain none of us would be here today.

Our return to Legolas did bring back needed hope for Aegir and for our fellowship. We are so gladdened that Legolas may soon recover and that Thranduil has named us elf friend. If only he would have let me ride that beautiful elk into Laketown. My Mair would have been so proud of me. I guess my boldness is well rooted in me.

I am so happy at the sight of Mair and the return closer to my home. There is so much I wanted to tell her but I couldn’t bring myself to be so boastful. My boldness has almost cost us dearly. We shall see what happens here at DragonTide. Maybe I can return to being my old self and the person that Mair knows well. I do know that I must lose my standing with Mair and her father. I can only hope that her father sees that I am truly worthy and that he will give me an opportunity to show my value.

My secret also now burns in my heart as I must now tell my friends. I can only hope that they understand and I vow not to let this new secret bring harm to our fellowship. Knowing that Gandalf is not found of such rings, I must be cautious of his wrath. I am certain that I can trust Aegir and this may be a test for between us.

For now, we must remain on guard and prevent any evil to bring down the bonds that we have built between our peoples.

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Taunting of Sarquin eldest daughter of Shelob
Sang by Elabrimborn in the Western Reach of Mirkwood near the Easterly Inn

Elabrimborn taunts “the mother of all” away from her web, brood, and captured prey to afford the company time to release their friends.

Big spiders, in a dark wood beware
For an elven slayer, is in her lair
He who lobs a critical arrow
That drives into Sarquin’s “marrow”
With elven sword will cleave
Til the bitch will finally leave

The mother of scary hairy spawn
Will do best by fleeing and be gone
For her and her ilk won’t bode well
If they allow themselves to be consumed in a fiery hell

If the mother wouldn’t eat so much
The elf she’d have a chance to touch
Once the queen, the woman of the hour
Is now the servant, the vassal who serves a higher power

Little dainty feet
Will never taste sweet meat
If she moves no faster
The elf may withdraw his offer to be her new master

I will provide you with one final pun
To take your children and run
For I taste as poorly as my songs made
But worse is the taste of an elven blade

Should not a “mother” be concerned for her brood
Rather than be running in an awful mood
For her children may go astray
Or become a man’s and dwarven prey

Mother has found the pest
Hiding in his nest
But the bug will flee
Since she has destroyed his tree

Old fat spider, running after me
Old fat spider, “ruiner of trees”
Here am I, the naughty little fly
You can not trap me, although you try

Still you can not find me
Maybe I’m in another tree
Ungoliant’s favorite daughter should rest
Stop here and make a new nest
For what I previously have said
Your brood is surely dead

Lazy spider, I see you clearly
You can not find me, though you search dearly
I’ve met Tylquin and almost kissed her
But now I know who is the ugly sister

Sarquin, it’s been a long day
And we’ve had a lot of fun
I’ve led you a stray
To exercise you, on a long needed run

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Aegir Dreamwalker VII

Everything revolves around understanding the Shadow so that one knows how to fight it. This seems to have a very sad price though. Learning about the machinations of the Shadow plays tricks with ones mind. Things seems to have become more gloomy and dark. I hope the decision to learn more about the Shadow will not make me or my friends operatives of the Shadow, that is my greatest fear. Hopefully what we learnt from Saruman the wise will be of great aid to us in our struggles in the future.

It all boils down to one simple thing though. Something will happen when Dagontide begins. I’m convinced it will. Every piece of the puzzle leads to that conclusion. We will have to take measure and warn the leaders of the free peoples of this when we get back. To look out for agents of the Shadow, and any danger involving risking the peace and alliance the free peoples have built up in the recent years in Wilderland.

The Noldor maid of the garden, with eyes like the stars, meeting her was like meeting a timeless being, beautiful beyond measure. I never thought another being could have such a strong impact on me. This is the soul of what i am fighting for. She should always exist, and always illuminate the world. This is what the Shadow most desires, the destruction of that which is beautiful and pure. Worth sacrificing my life for. If only we could meet again.

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Elabrimborn consumed by the Shadow
After receiving four points of Shadow in one session

Finculin, of house Finfarin, nephew of Celebrimbor is blessed with wisdom.

Everyone that crosses my path is tainted by the Shadow.

The light of the lidless eye in the sky shines down upon me and casts its Shadow behind me.

A Shadow that trails behind me to ruin the lives of those I care for and love.

My Prince Legolas in a coma, Legelaven shackled to an ancient evil, now the Brandybucks and Gelvira are captured by agents of the Shadow.

Was it I that brought the corruption to the Ford, the Greenwood, Erebor, Esgaroth, and now Lothlorien.

Finculin is wise beyond his years calling out my blight upon the land.
It is as if the very land I tread upon becomes corrupted as well as the lives of those I attempt to aid.

I now contemplate returning to Valinor.

Ah,to return to my roots, feel the spray of the sea upon my face, return to the place of my origin.

A life that was simple, not complicated by the Shadow, a future where I do not ruin the lives of the good peoples of Middle Earth.

In my time of study with Masters Saruman and Gandalf, I now have the knowledge of the dark secrets of Shadow.

This knowledge has awakened my longing for the sea and the Undying Lands, and rebirth from this despair and sadness.

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Secrets Revealed
Thorrs Journal post 10

My destiny has taken a strange and sudden twist. Having believed for all these years that orcs had killed my parents, I was shocked to learn that goblins had actually taken their lives. Learning this truth from Neldereth, the elven chef, left me speechless. This was such a rare and disturbing event for me that I now must find the truth behind this ring and destroy the evil that created it.

I have not shared this secret with my fellowship and I am not certain when to do this. Gandalf was not pleased when I told him of the reason for my parents’ demise. He cannot stop me from achieving my destiny. For now, I must focus on our fellowship and curing Legolas, finding Legelaven’s kin and destroying the evil wizard. I do vow to find the mystery behind this goblin ring and destroy it as well.

Each of our battles grows more challenging and my nature is to boldly face them. After my encounter with Saruman, I am beginning to see the weakness that boldness can bring. I could have easily caused harm to Elabrimborn with my brashness. I must learn to taper my eagerness and use it more wisely. If Elabrimborn had been harmed, Saruman may never have revealed Neldereth’s name to me and I would not have learned the truth about my parents.

The importance of our quest led us to confront the minions of Vidgulom. Meeting them before the river to the beautiful Lothlórien was of no surprise. Riding those beasts of Rohan to meet them in battle is not something this dwarf was meant to do. I will say that Elabrimborn was born to ride such fine steeds and his marksmanship on this day was unmatched. His aim was spot on to cut down their leaders right hand.

The beauty of Lothlórien is beyond words. The gold and glitter of this elven wood is a match for any treasure in this world. The noble Finrod was gracious and his aide was greater. If not for his efforts, Finari may not have given us the herb that will save Legolas. It was a special moment for Aegir to meet Finari and it brightened my heart to see him become smitten with her. He deserves happiness even in these trying times. He has endured much in his life.

With the elven cloaks, lembas bread and herbs, I am hopeful that we can save Legolas and rescue Legelaven’s kin. Our fellowship is strong and we must succeed.

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Song of Gandalf
Sang by Elabrimborn at Angrenost

Gandalf Stormcrow
The wisest of the Maiar
Journeys on foot both near and far
With only his staff and spirit eager
Veiled in humility, aged and meager
He is kind to the young and simplistic kin
Wearing garments of ash, he holds a flame within

He is the keeper of Narya, the fiery Elven Ring
And on the Quest of Erebor he claimed Glamdring
He commands fire’s beauty for delight and mirth
Is the last of the Wizards to enter Middle Earth
Adviser versus the shadow in conditions dire
He is in service to Iluvatar and his Secret Fire

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Nightmares of Orthanc
Thorrs Journal post 9

I lie awake haunted by the dreams from my youth. I still see images of dark orcs and flashes of images from the black tower. I can still hear the distant screams of my parents while racing out into the night. All I keep seeing again and again is the fear in the eyes of my siblings as we are huddled outside in the trees and brush. Those dancing light are hovering over me as well. Something has triggered all of this. I must somehow remember what happened that night. I must remember what brought my parents here to this tower. Or, am I just remembering some other tower an these are just the haunts from my childhood.

The journey here has taken its toll on me and our fellowship. At least we can regain our strength and make plans to return to Dragon Fest. We are all still bothered by those who are hunting us now. They will find that this prey they hunt as dangerous as a mother wolf protecting its cubs. We will not let them harm Legelaven or our people.

I was surprised to find our enemy laying in wait for us on the river. Their numbers are growing. We keep getting betrayed by someone and likely by someone at the Old Ford. We cannot let that happen again. We must take greater precautions to avoid this on our journey back to Erebor.

At least i am comforted by my thoughts of Maire. We will triumph over this evil and I will do my best to show the King of my worthiness. Although I am only the great grand nephew of Farin’s wife, I must inspire others to take up our cause as Thorin took up the quest to restore Erebor and slay Smaug. Let’s hope that we can bring together all of the good people and not let this evil tear us apart.

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Aegir Dreamwalker IV
Dream Poem

A Poem describing some of Aegir’s feelings on travel when the going gets tough and he gets weary. The feeling of that sometimes everything one does can feel like being done in vain.

Still here I wake and I think of you
I see you far away
Answer my call
Can you hear my voice
I hear you

For we are gone and forever lost
Broken here I lie
Beneath the shadow sink
Where daylight dies
I wake for you

In better lands the sun may shine
And green leaves on trees spring
Their opening and blossoming
But here the raven sing

But still I stand and think of
Days when grass was green
And my heart was so young
They ‘ve never been Past
Forever lost

This poem a friend of mine found and i thought it fit nicely to Aegir’s personality.

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Tower of Tuwurdrog
Thorr's Journal post 8

Our latest adventure was entertaining and quite challenging. Our journey began from Erebor as we petitioned King Dain for additional aide. He is growing fond of our fellowship and I feel as though he is growing more comfortable with me. He now knows my name and appears to be taking great interest in my activities. Another father who I hope will learn to enjoy my company. With Elabrimborn’s passionate pleas to search for the answers to the great evil before us, we were granted escorts for our journey north. Fulbor, Dolphur and Tieg and our trusty steeds were very much appreciated.

Peggy Sue reminded me of an old flame that I knew in my youth. Her beard was quite short and proper. Although her timing with song was quite annoying, she was pleasant to ride. Those days traveling my countryside were refreshing and enjoyable. Although I am quite found of our mountain home, I do enjoy traveling through the lands and seeing all the wonders of our world. Unfortunately, this part of our journey was the last of the pleasantness for quite some time.

As we entered the mountains, I was amazed by Elabrimborn’s talents. He was able to hear the slumber of the Dragon of Mirkwood. With the bad weather, mud slides and treacherous mountain passes, our hearts were made heavy for many a day. Having almost lost Elabrimborn in a mudslide, we were close to despair. Even our song could not combat the cold and rain. I thought our fortunes may have turned when we came upon Tin, the hermit.
He was from Dale & Laketown and somehow managed to stay alive these past 40 years.

I couldn’t believe that he was in league with orcs. His home reminded me of the towers that my parents would often visit when looking for lost relics and tomes. My rage took over me when we saw the nest of those orcs. I shall be hard pressed to forget how my mallet tore apart Tin’s arms and then to hear his last words. I should not have been surprised by his need to help the orcs for he surely would have died many moons ago.

Our flight from Tin’s was fleet of foot. We had made our way along the narrow ledge of a mountain that hung well above the raging river below us. We could hear the shrieking howls of the orcs for the well placed strike by my mallet that caused a large section of the ledge to fall away from the mountain. We may one day return and take care of those treacherous orcs.

Our arrival at the Tower of Tuwurdrog came none to soon. I believe our fortune in avoiding that dragon was coming to an end. The smell coming from within was rank beyond measure. I found it difficult to control my rage as we knew what lay ahead of us. Elabrimborn stole into the tower and we were met by more orcs and their voracious Caragors. My hatred fed my trusty mallet and Elabrimbor’s arrows were quick to strike down those dreaded beasts.

I thought my life was in jeopardy when that ugly foul beast took hold of me with its jaws of steel. I am indebted to Elabrimborn for taking down the other beast as I lay trapped under the weight and clasped jowls of the felled Caragor. Eleabrimborn’s idea to pile the dead up and in front of our passage forward was brilliant. The other beasts fed on the corpses while we made our way deeper into the tower. We quickly found the only scroll remaining in the tower.

I had hoped we could capture an orc for interrogation but Loreth’s arrival altered that thought. Her arrow did strike true to slay the last remaining orc just as we had exited the tower. She knew instantly that the scroll we carried was important and related to this growing evil. We decided to travel to Isengard and consult the wizards. I will say that Loreth knows this countryside as we made our way to the Anduin River and safely back down to the Old Ford.

It was good to see the home of Legelaven and to speak to her family. Although Elabrimborn’s words did not bring them the comfort that they desired, we hope that they will one day have Legelaven return to them safely. Our journey begins anew as we travel onward to Isengard, We hope that our Fellowship can regroup soon to learn more of this great evil.

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Elven Riding Song
Sang by Elabrimborn in the company of four dwarves riding upon goats

My people rode from the Eastern lands
Masses of legs, chaos, in Elven hands
Past eagles’ aeries upon cliff top
Tireless, Always forward, ner to stop

Through open plains as the winds bellowed
In days of Autumn, as the grasses yellowed
Rushing forth a hundred score strong
Filled with passion of Elven song

Riding forth for Thandruil, our King
Good hearted warriors who love to sing
Bit and bridle to guide our course
The elegance of riding upon a horse.

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