The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

Brave Blood of the Brandybucks
Sang by Elabrimborn

In Southern Mirkwood a halfing heroine is revealed

In her flows the Strength of Buckland’s field

Surrounded by the fog of the Gloom Reeks’ Mists

Her fellowship grows as a dwarf and elf enlist

Confronted by the scaled Sarnlug and its venomed jaw

Poisoned, weakened and a breaths length from its maw

Not elven arrow nor dwarven axe strike the basilisk dead

Till Bentony’s hobbit sword plunged deep in its head

The Brandybucks were not idle in matters of defense

Perhaps due to their proximity to the Old Forest “fence”

And the attack of the White Wolves over the frozen Brandywine River

The heroism of Buckland she’s sure to deliver.

A Rhyme of Lore of the Orc
Spontaneous poem by Elabrimborn

The Orcs of the mountains
The Heralds of the Dead
Cracking their whips
And bashing others’ heads
Scarred by the Shadow
Twisted by Melkor
They are the Evil Folk
Denizens of Mordor

From the frying pan into the fire
Betony diary collection 1

When I joined those hunters I thought all I would have to put up with was condescending remarks. But Orcs. We managed to shoot a single deer then walk straight into a troupe of Orcs.

I do not believe in the gods of Man, nor those of the Elves or Dwarves, but I also cannot chalk my lack of luck up to chance either. I must’ve angered some force to face orcs so frequently in one lifetime.

I had hoped that maybe Orcs were common in the area and I could just swiftly leave said area, but instead Radagast decided I needed to be emissary and convince an Elven king to give aide. An Elven king. Thranduil I believe his name was. Us small folk don’t have royalty. Either way this king was a delight to meet, let alone converse with. Such extravagance to hide what can only be described as inertia.

My mother would have piqued to hear me (rather blatantly) insult a king’s land, populous, and honour. To his face. I shouldn’t have done it, but (for reasons out of my understanding) I apparently got through to him and he has agreed to send a trope of soldiers to protect the hunter’s town. I will be keeping my eye on the trees from long-limbed assailants for the foreseeable future regardless, just in case.

Well, these. . . mercenaries? that have accompanied King Thranduil’s forces are a surprising duo. A Dwarf and an Elf no less. Though I suppose I have no where to stand as a lone Hobbit wandering so far from the Shire. Their friendship is refreshing though, they must have been through much together. It seems we’ll be travelling together for some time, in that time I wonder if they will value me as they do one another? perhaps I will be safe for that time.

Bless Elabrimborn and his long limbs, this swamp is not suitable for those of a reasonable height, I owe the Elf for carrying me through that place. The Dwarf Throrr is a boisterous fellow but certainly reliable in the continuous encounters we find ourselves in that involve Orcs, even if he is rather singularly focused on gathering trinkets and such treasure.

I must be mad for I still believe this is better than the shire.
I have been poisoned, chewed on and thoroughly terrified but I still dread encountering anymore family in this world.
Who knew my cousin Donidas would have fallen in with Bilbo Baggins and come so far to set up an inn for what can only feel as a specific attempt to remind me of how large my family is.
As if I needed reminding.

A small adventure begins
Thorr's Journal Entry 15

Changes are inevitable. Years ago I would not have dreamed of traveling through Mirkwood with a host of elves and now it seems as normal as my time in Laketown. Being alongside my good friend Elabrimborn keeps me focused on our mission and takes my mind away from my beloved Mair. I must do all that I can to win the favor of her father and we must do what we can to save Gandalf and find Aegir.

Having a Brandybuck join our fellowship seems right as rain. This one is a bit odd but she has a wicked bow. Definitely she is kin of Donidas and Dodi. To wander alone out into the world takes courage. These folk always bring surprises. She’ll come out of her shell soon, I’m sure. Haven’t seen a hobbit yet that didn’t enjoy a good drink and some story telling. Spending time with the children at Donidas and Dodi’s place would surely do the trick. We needed that night before we started off to that damnable place.

What foul creatures these are that we hunt. Their forest is eerie and horrendous to pass. All that filth and decay is intolerable. My mallet thirsts even more to crush the heads of those orcs and trolls. Standing before that troll as he bore down on me was surreal. It took all that I had to stand my ground and bury my mallet into him. Thanks the elves for the regalim.

Me only wish we had some left. At least I have the ruby jewel. It means as much to me as the red amulet that Mair gave me. The jewel is so lovely and I keep wanting to hold it close. I can’t share it with anyone, even Mair.

I was hoping for more clues. Finding the green cloaked man at least solves one mystery and puts an end to those that killed the archivists in Erebor. If only I had been the one to have taken him down with my mallet. At least their souls can rest now. There wasn’t much left but at least we have another lead to follow.

Finding Aegir
Thorr's Journal Entry 14

Our year has begun anew and I was hesitant to leave my Mair after spending a wonderful winter with her. Yet my obligations to our fellowship are just as strong. I knew I must take the new ankle bracelet to Saruman in hopes that we can save our friends.

As I departed Mair, I gave her a long kiss and promised that I would return. I traveled to Laketown to meet up with our fellowship and was met by Elabrimborn. We found that Aegir had already left town. He had omens of ill about his family and left days before we arrived. We made haste to chase to his family cabin and came upon rogues who had taken up residence at the cabin during the winter.

Aegir had happened upon these rogues to learn that his uncle had fled them during the winter. Aegir made them pay for their misdeeds and again was off before us. I am surprised by Elabrimborn’s compassion as I was ready to throw them to the wolves. Again, we gave chase after Aegir.

In our pursuit, we next came upon Frar the Beardless and a peddler of shovels in a heated argument. Elabrimborn was able to negotiate a peace and befriended the peddler’s son. Helping Frar to build the road through forest helps all of our people. Hopefully, my side bargain to aide Frar will help bring more people to build this needed road.

We now take the peddler and his son on to the House at the Ford. As the norm in these dark woods, we ran afoul from our path and were fortunate to find a dwarven safe-hold. Speaking the magic words to open it, we took refuge. As is the madness of this forest, our peddler was drawn out into the night. Elabrimborn and I took a risk leaving the son alone as we searched for the father.

Again we crossed paths with scoundrels and ettercaps. If only those scoundrels who looked a lot like Aegir’s people would have listened, we would not have been forced to take their lives. A grave lesson that they did not learn.

Meeting up with the elves was a pleasant surprise and it was good to return and visit with them. Learning that Aegir had also been with the elves brought hope to our hearts. We must not tally here long as he could be heading into great danger alone. For now, we rest and heal from our battle.

Shedding Light on the Shadow

As we visited our dear friend
Did not we realize our journey would end
For bursting forth from our grandmother baker
A trap of the shadow in form of noxious vapor
This agent of shadow had laid out her trap
Baiting us along into a web to enwrap
Could it have beenTyulquin, the spider witch beast
Who caused the poisonous vapor from Legelaven release
No time to morn or weep
As Mithrandir fell to a black sleep
We awoke shackled, lost but survived
To Carador the bear baiter, once dead now revived
No wizard, No Legelaven, caused growth of this calamity
Taunted by evil within ruins of insanity
This sorcerer of shadow, less mystery now real
Like a stone troll, toys with his food before a meal
We came upon the bodies of innocents, a terrible sight
Tormented at the hands of the necromancer’s delight
Escaping a carpet that drains your strength and will
And a ghostly murder of crows swooping to kill
We now know his face, his voice, his lies
We will find you now that we have uncloaked your disguise
We fear you not, agent of the dark art
Soon Heroes of three kingdoms, will quiet your black heart

Ankle Biter's Roofie
Thorr's Journal Entry 13

The end of Dragon Tide closed with the great banquet held by King Bard. We were honored to meet Bombur and again see Bilbo. Elabrimborn and Aegir entertained us with their poetry, song and stories. Many eyes were drawn to our Fellowship of the Whiskey Drinking Bear. Our tales shocked those in attendance and brought honor to our group. Aegir is now known as Spider Stomper and I was pleased for him to begin to be accepted by the Kings Guard.

I never imagined that this night would be so special. My toast to the beautiful ladies of the tournament won great favor with my Mair. We danced the night away and my hopes are high that we will be together. The words King Dain shared with me gives me hope that she will one day be mine. The invitation to spend Yule with the King was greater than I could ever have imagined.

Although we enjoyed ourselves throughout the night, we were nervous that something ominous would happen and relieved when the party ended without incident. We traveled the next day with Gandalf back to my homeland. It was good to return to my Erebor. Our hopes were high that Gandalf and Saruman would cure Legelaven. We were totally unprepared for the events that followed.

Seeing Anklebiter in such pain was heartbreaking. Our emotions were high. When she announced that she was free of the pain, we thought that she might be at her end. To then see that green light spew forth from her and into Gandalf’s face will never be forgotten. Waking up in that hell hole of a necromancer’s lair and seeing Caradog the Bear Beater was even more shocking. I never dreamed even in nightmares that I would come face to face with a dead man and even more shocked to see someone that I had been part of killing.

To see all those poor souls killed in such a horrible manner brought forth such fury in me. I was almost lost to it when the visions of Mair dying were cast into my mind. Vengeance consumed me and my actions in that evil place and it still makes me uneasy at times. I must not let that happen again or I could lose all that I have gained. We were fortunate to have escaped and recover the palantir. We can only pray that this has weakened the necromancer enough to defeat him.

My time with Mair during Yule will always mean the world to me. Spending those evenings with my precious is so special to me and our relationship continues to grow. I am truly committed to her. I do believe I have won over the King. Mair will be mine as soon as I prove myself to the ladies and lords of the court. Saving Gandalf from this strange magic may be just what is needed. I have put a lot of time into forging the twin of that evil bracelet for Saruman so that we can undo what has been done to Gandalf and AnkleBiter.

I was pleased to correspond with all the new people that we have befriended. I was especially proud to make crafted mugs for Gerald that depicted our great DragonTide battle and send these to him. The herbs, barley and hops that he returned to me made the most delectable beer ever tasted in Erebor. The kind words returned from Elabrimborn, Legolas, Thranduil and Loreth were delightful and I was happy to strengthen our bonds of friendship. It was noted to read that Loreth wanted to hear again Elabrimborn’s song and to look upon shooting bow with him. I could not forget the chef at Isengard and sent to her a new set of custom pots that I made to show my gratitude.

My last letter to Bilbo brought a great chuckle to me as he challenged me to raise my song and story telling skills so that I could compete with the big boys. As Yule draws near to its end, my heart is burdened to leave Mair but I know that I must face the evil necromancer and help to find a way to cure Gandalf and AnkleBiter.

Tales of Dragon Tide
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On the eve of Dragon Tide my new burden weighed heavily upon my brow. I felt compelled to bring the brothers of my fellowship into my confidence. The toe ring that I now carry must not fall into the hands of others. If I should fall during our adventures, the toe ring must be taken to my family. The knowledge of my parents deaths must not be forgotten and the secret of this ring uncovered. After Dragon Tide, I may need to take the advice of Aegir and bring this to the attention of wise men such as Gandalf. For now, I must carry onward with our fellowship and help protect our people from any evil that may occur during Dragon Tide.

The eve of Dragon Tide brought us to the great banquet attended by King Dain, Thranduil, King Bard and the other great leaders of our time. My boldness still remains as I felt the urge to speak with Thranduil in front of King Dain and the fair Lady Mair. My words flowed as though I were an elf and Thranduil’s words filled my heart with pride. I can only hope that I can someday sway King Dain to think the same of me.

The eve of Dragon Tide may have come to a pleasant end if not for the distraction of my unexpected meeting with Gisele. I do seem to have the way with women. I can only hope that my actions do not bring disfavor with Mair. Men selecting ladies garments with the wrong women often bring unexpected fireworks.

The tales of the Whiskey Drinking Bear at the tournaments of Dragon Tide will be told for many years to come. This did not seem so as we failed in our first attempts to win the riddle contest. We bounced back with Elabrimborn’s win against the renown Bilbo the Hobbit . The events of the lost boy almost prevented us from attending the great events. If not for the headless eels we may have gone off after the evil that slayed this young boy. It may have been that creature that roamed Mirkwood a long time ago.

I might introduce my mattock to that Quill one day soon. For him to call us cowards after all that we have been through is unconscionable. For Gandalf to not think the Master and Quill are not a serious threat is unnerving.

My chance meeting with Mair has brought renewed hope that I will win her heart yet. Her scratchy bearded kiss will not soon be forgotten. Her beauty spurred me on to the battle of arms. My first win against the elf was noteworthy as I threw him over my back and out of the ring. Yet the final battle with Gerald, the nephew of Beourn, will be told for some time. A Beorning flying through the air will not be forgotten for many a year. If not for my friends final inspiration, I could not have won that great battle. Our celebration with Gerald will also be remembered as we drank all of our winnings away.

The departure of Gandalf and Saruman just before the Grand Melee is concerning. The actions of Quill supporting those puppeteers is not amusing. My vengeance is something that Quill would not find amusing.

The Whiskey Drinking Bear attendance in the Great Melee was unexpected by us and even more so to our foes. Through our swiftness of action we survived to the final rounds. The defeat of Elston and his follower was resounding. Once again we were at odds with Gerald. Others that would have faced the Beorning behemoth with terrible strength would have fallen away but the Whiskey Drinking Bear roared into battle. The final great blow by Aegir took out my new friend. The puppeteers will have something new to perform after this great event. I can only hope that King Dain will now see me as being worthy of his daughter.

Aegir Dreamwalker VIII ( Rhyme of Lore )
The Fight

So there we fared,
Into Greenwood the Great
A trio of friends
An Elf, a Dwarf and a Man

In a hunt for loyalty, daring and adventure
Stepped into the forest to free victims of the Shadow

Into her web Sarquin and her kin tried to lure us
But we answered with a Bow, Mattock and Sword.
With Song, Fire and Relentlessness.
With friendship, Honour and Courage

The song lured Sarquin away
Fire lit the path and a dream of Hope of survival.
The spiders is no more, all except Sarquin who was lured astray
And behold, what a revival

The Company of the whiskey drinking bear did yet prevail
for there was a great feast not to avail
In Laketown by the end of the fall
they could still stand tall.

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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