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.