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.