The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

New fellowship of companions
Journal of Sigurd, Son of Sigmund

As a King’s Man, I endeavor to follow my liege lord’s will in all things, no matter the danger or sacrifice. My blade, is ever King Bard’s. As a scholar and lore-master though, my mind often wanders beyond the River Running, dreaming of adventure as told by the charming hobbit Bilbo Baggins during his time in Dale. So when my lord requested I travel west to try to discover the fate of a missing caravan in the Anduin valley, I leapt at the opportunity.

‘Twas after I had lost the trail along the Anduin that I met my new fellows — Loreth, a Ranger of the North, Elabrimborn, of the Woodland Realm, and Thorr Flamestrike, a mighty dwarven warrior of my people’s allies, the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain. They informed me in no uncertain terms of the fate of the caravan of which I had tracked many weeks — attacked by trolls.

I admit, I was daunted by such a report. Trolls! I never imagined my path would cross such monsters on my errand, much less that I would find myself boldly agreeing to accompany so recently met companions to see my countrymen’s final end. A strength of character, or a flaw? I suppose ‘tis only my final end which will tell!

We trekked to the Ettendales, to bear witness to a war council of trolls, barely sneaking unnoticed past the dull brutes. While Loreth fared well in the secret movement through the camp, both Throrr and myself almost endangered our party with missteps. Perhaps King’s Men are meant to be soldiers only, not rangers.

A great host of trolls gathered at sundown to listen to the exultations of their leader Mormog, who shouted for war and whispered of attempts to herald the bringing of shadow to new lands, further north and west. I thought for a moment…that he uttered the name of the ancient Dark Lord himself…but I shall put that out of my mind for the moment.

As we stole from the breach in the hillside, a stony-hided Ettin rose to block our path. We were caught! We unsheathed our blades and brought the beast low, quickly camouflaging the body to try to conceal our deed from his fellows in the cut below. ‘Twas to no avail however, and scant moments later, we heard the cries of sentries who had heard the sounds of battle and uncovered the gruesome result of our flashing blades.

With no other options, we called out to Mormog to face us, and the proud fiend did just that. Under a hail of spears and arrows, he advanced pell mell, into a curtain of steel – well-wielded with deadly intent. His pride was his undoing, as his wild undisciplined attacks left his breast exposed to a fatal blow by Throrr’s axe, sundering him from neck to nape.

Thinking quickly, I beheaded the beast and hurled my prize into the valley towards Mormog’s shouting minions exclaiming, “This is the fate of Mormog, and that of all who follow him!” My ruse bought us the moments we needed to escape the forest and reach Rivendell safely, just ahead of our pursuers. An adventure I shall retell indeed!

Once we had taken refuge in the Last Homely House, we were invited to a great hunt in the woodland realm of King Thranduil. Another tale worthy of the telling seems to be in my future, ever forward!

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Mormog Undone
Thorr's Journal Entry 22

On our chase north after the troll Mormog, we came across a Barding from Dale. Sigurd has now joined our fellowship and we journeyed together into the den of trolls in the Ettendales. Sneaking past those Hill trolls was very exciting. This dwarf must learn the ways of the woods to keep silent. We were fortunate that Faeradrun created a beautiful rainbow to distract those Hill trolls. More than 50 trolls were gathered to listen to Mormog. He spoke of the return of Sauron and attacking the lands of the elves and men through secret passages. Unbeknownst to Mormog, we had destroyed one of those caverns.

We tried to find cover until the moot disbanded but we were met by a two-headed Ettin. Loreth’s arrow just bounced off of his stone exterior but Sigurd wounded him quickly with his spear. Our new comrade had tasted his first blood with the Fellowship of the Whiskey Drinking Bear. Enraged, Loreth then brought him down with her sword.

We hid the Ettin but we were undone by the trolls and Mormog. They found the body and then Mormog sent Faerdrun after us. She was forced to reveal our position. We called out to Mormog to face us. He accepted and it was over before it began. Loreth provided the first wound and my attack split open Mormog’s chest and he fell down before us. Sigurd, beheaded Mormog and threw it down to the other trolls to frighten them.

The chase was on. We grabbed the whip that held the hold over Faerdrun and sped off into the forest. The trolls followed us for days until we finally crossed a tree that had fallen across a great ravine and into the elven lands. We threw down the tree so that we would not be followed and I relieved myself over them as the Elves of Rivendell arrived and slew several of them.

Elrond arrived and listened to what had befallen us. He accepted responsibility for Faerdrun and allowed us sanctuary at Rivendell. I was grateful for the time to recover and learn more of the elven ways. I was honored to have come upon the great sword Narsil, One day it will be reforged.

We are now on our way to Thranduil’s home to hunt the great white stag. We stopped over at the Old Ford Road Inn and met Gelvira and Petra. It was good to see them even though they still have doubts about us. Someday, we will surely make all things better.

As we arrived at Thranduil’s we were well met by Thranduil and Legolas. It was good to see them both healthy and ready for the hunt. Seeing Ruithel with the Bow of Pendragal has peeked our attention. We will need to learn more soon as we are about to start the great hunt.

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Search for Trolls
Thorr's Journal Entry 21

Our journey to find the Captain began with a long march through the woods. We pursued as fast as we could. Our fears of a great troll gathering crept into our thoughts. We traveled through the Trollshaws and the Cold Fells. This was definitely not the land of man, elf and dwarf. Knowing that trolls would love to put this old dwarf into a big pot for stewing, I knew our scent would be too enticing. Finding some good ole troll dung and putting it all over our bodies was foremost on our minds. Poor Loreth was not too pleased with my idea. It reminded us of our time with the mountain folk.

After many days, we came upon an old keep. We could tell that someone was occupying it. They were overconfident as they did not care that others would come upon them. The troll tracks led off from the keep, these must be the bandits. We must take them in the day in case the trolls were with them. Our plan to sneak up to the keep with a lone horse worked well. My holding back allowed Loreth and Elabrimborn to stealth up and enter the keep. We fell upon the keep and the bandits were no match for us.

We were fortunate to spot the troll cave from the tower of the keep. Again, Loreth’s skills of stealth were amazing. She slipped right past the sleeping trolls at the entrance and surveyed the caves. She found the treasury and my hopes of getting jewels for Mair were foremost on my mind.

We used barrels of ale to get the trolls to tell us their plans. The caves would lead the trolls straight under the river and into the elf lands. We acted boldly in attacking the trolls and almost paid for it with our lives. Elabrimborn’s bow was wicked this day. He quickly wounded the first troll and allowed us to bring him down.

The second troll was much more difficult to bring down. His blow struck me and I was close to going down. We fell back from the caves and positioned ourselves outside. I was close to weariness and had to drop my helm to continue the fight. We battled hard and brought another one down. This left one and Elabrimborn rushed into the cave after him. Today was for Elabrimborn as he brought 2 down.

Using the remaining ale, I prepared them to blow into the caverns and collapse them. My friends collected the treasure and we then rolled the barrels down the caverns and caused a massive explosion under two layers of the tunnel. We fled from the scene and also took with us some of the bandits as captives.

We learned from the captive that Sauron had bent many creatures to his will. The captain has uncovered one of these creatures and we must get back to tell Elrond. The captain is heading into the Ettendales. He speaks the black speech with a ghost creature.

Our first night on the way back, we slept and while Elabrimborn was on watch, the ghost figure appeared. She woke us from our slumber. She stated that she has been waiting for us for a thousand years. Her name is Faeradrun and she was once a spy of Sauron. She is the Hunter of the East and she was seeking our help to be free of the captain. She has a collar on her neck. Her current master is Mormog. She knows where he is headed and of his plans.

We have agreed to help her and head to the borders of the Cold Fells and the Broad Cleave valley. He is gathering the trolls. We are putting our trust in Faeradrun. She will keep us hidden and give us a chance to get to Mormog. A place of lore West of the Mountains may be a place to free her. We must slay Mormog and then take her to be set free. She placed a spell upon us so that our feet would not break leaves and that we will find the shadows to help hide us (-4 to stealth). Now we go forth!

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The Beauty of Rivendell
Thorr's Journal Entry 20

This was not something that I would have ever imagined myself doing. Walking into the House of Elrond and the beauty that is Rivendell. This dwarf has never seen such a wonderful land. Elrond is as great a leader as legend tells. His offer for us to rest in Rivendell was much appreciated. With my time in Rivendell, I learned more of their healing ways.

I journeyed back to Erebor in the dead of winter and I was fortunate to have met up with Frar the Beardless. He was helpful in safely traversing the Old Forest Road. I was able to return to my Maiir and renew our courtship. I took the time to craft her artwork made of pewter in the shape of a great moon. It now hangs in her home and I hope that it will remind her of our bond when the nights are lonely.

On my journey back to Rivendell, I continued to ponder the story of Frar the Beardless about the Elf that shaved Frar’s beard and Frar’s cursing of the elf that held that bow. I must learn more of this bow that is in Thranduil’s kingdom. I must also somehow give my aide to Frar and petition those to help take back the Grey Delves.

On my return trip to Rivendell, there was much flooding along the roads and the journey was again treacherous. I was received by Elrond and he petitioned us to help Gondrel, the engineer, to investigate a bridge on the East Road that was under heavy flooding. We gladly accepted Elrond’s request. The bridge looks untouched from the flooding but there was large debris under the bridge.

We found pieces of a dwarven wagon lodged under the bridge as Loreth waded into the water to work them loose. The wagon was riddled with arrows and chopped up and thrown into the river. Loreth’s and Elabrimborn’s skills were invaluable in finding the wagon’s tracks. We were able to find tracks of the survivors and a troll.

We pursued and found the trolls and the bandits that were in league with them. Bringing the troll down was our priority and down he came. We took down the rest of the bandits and rescued the remaining dwarfs. It was good to put my new knowledge to use and help heal the injured. Anar, Vidar and Ginar bowed low to us as they were happy for their rescue.

The dwarfs told us of the other bandits that had left the day before we arrived. Their leader was a big and fast Ogre. He carried a wicked notched sword and is called Captain, like an Ogre from the old tales. He has the black speech. We did find some gems and gold in the troll cave. We found 50 treasure but much of it was from our new friends.

We did find that a number of clay pots were missing and obviously taken by the Captain. I wanted to pursue them with much haste but our party felt we needed to get the dwarfs back to safety. What was disturbing that their is cunning and conniving in the works. The intelligence of these trolls and ogres was unsettling. Gondrel hears the calling of the West.

Elrond received us in the morning. He did not want to listen to us about the Cold-Fells. We had to persuade him to hear our words. We did learn from Elrond and he told us about the spell that was used on Gandalf. The tome speaks of a spirit being released and cursed him.

Elrond told us of his dream of the elf maiden, Sedna, and her father who were caught in a blizzard storm while saving. Her father was in fear of the storm and cast his daughter into the water. She fell from the boat and clung to another boat where her fingers froze and held strong. Her father beat her and finally she was released into the seas. She is said to be the one who concocted the beasts of the seas such as the fish, eels and seals. I have had visions of her calling us west.

We are now to go to the seas out west and we are to travel with sailors for us to go out out to the sea. We will go later in the summer. For now we head to find the Captain. We should catch up quickly as the stone trolls cannot travel at day. Stone trolls hate dwarfs. Elrond gave us miravel (cordial that restores endurance).

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Elabrimborn's Travel Song
Quenya and rare Sindarin lyrics

Le linnathon
Im nuvan lithtulinda ve im ran Endorenna
Et Earello Endorenna utulien
Si nef aearon
Noro lim, noro lim
Mi galadhremmin ennorath
Auta i lome
Aure entuluva
Nu luiniyassen
Tintilar i eleni eldareva

Translation
To thee chant-will I
I will be swiftly sing as I wander MiddleEarth
Out of the Great Sea to MiddleEarth I am come
Here on this side of the great ocean
Ride on, ride on
In tree woven MiddleEarth
Passing is the night
Day shall come again
Under blue which in
Twinkle the stars of the Elves

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The Rescue of Innocence
Thorr's Journal Entry 19

Our journey into the depths of Angmar continued as we searched for the children. After finding the hidden tunnel, we were soon met with Nazgul treachery. Two statues stood at the ends of the tunnel and I triggered the water trap that flooded the tunnel. It was quick thinking by Elabrimborn and Loreth to move the swords of the statues and halt the flooding.

The tunnels were quite complex and even with the evil present, I was impressed by the cleverness of their traps. The platform was built to turn and connect the tunnels in various ways. I will bring this knowledge back to Erebor with me as this could be used within my homeland. It was ingenious as to how the wheel could create the leverage to turn our room in a circular motion.

The gods were with us as we avoided trolls and other evils that would prevent us from our mission. As the room turned we heard the sounds of the orcs and knew that what direction to take. As we opened the door, our arrows flew at the orcs and then my mattock took charge down the tunnel. Their end was quick.

As we drove forward we came upon undead in gibbet cages. Our bravery was tested but we carried on and soon found a treasure hoard. Our character was tested as their was magic items in the loot. It took great willpower to pass up this treasure as it was a diversion to keep us from the children.

A laboratory lay behind the treasure room and we entered to find the master of this lair. Unbeknownst to Essylt, her father was the evil behind the disappearance of the children. Thrasche and Essylt were shocked to see him before them. In a moment of uncertainty, we did not know if our hill men companions would join with Essylt’s father, Hedwyn. Our words carried the day and swayed them to keep with us.

Loreth acted first and her arrow was struck with lightning as the wizard reacted quickly. He was very powerful and yet our party was able to wound him with our first attacks. He called forth his wolves and we yet we fought as the wolf pack. The tome that contained the history of the magic that bound Gandalf fell before us. It was then that Thrasche’s final blow took him down and the wolves ran off in fear.

Thrasche threw open his heart to Essylt and thus saved Elabrimborn from having to break Loreth’s heart. Freeing the children was a great moment and my healing was much in need for Essylt. We then freed the children and swiftly departed from these foul depths.

As we entered the Red Valley, we met the Elves of the House of Elrond. We would journey with them towards Rivendale. It was good to watch the hill men and the children leave for their journey home. We hope that this rescue will help to mend the wounds of old with the hill folk and our people.

(Special thanks to James B. for playing his adventure with us!)

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Rhyme of Lore of the Lurker
Recalled by Elabrimborn

To enter Gundabad valley, you must be brave
For a misshapen colossal crab inhabits a cave
hiding its vulnerable hind body for years and years
Its massive legs are kin to trolls’ bladed spears
Its eyes like pearls of your impending doom
are like twin moons shining upon your tomb
And its piping voice birthed of its foul breath
Is the song of shadow, the song of your death

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Deliverance from Angmar
Thorr's Journal Entry 18

Our journey has led us deep to the North and into the Grey Mountains. Here dwells the home of the Hill men. Our first encounter with the Hill men went better than expected. Their leader, Cynbal, withdrew his wolves and spoke with us. He was not fond of elves and those of us from the South and he spoke of his alignment with the goblins.

Elabrimborn recalled the Witch King of Angmar as being the root of our past conflicts. He then offered the sweet honey from Beorn to sway Cynbal to treat with us. Elabrimborn even had the stones to court one of the lovelier maidens. He bested Cynbal’s men to win her hand in marriage. I should not have helped Elabrimborn win his new bride, Essylt. But, it was good fun.

If it were not for that damnable fog, Elabrimborn may have wed her that very night. It was unfortunate that Loreth happened upon us at that moment. I know that Elabrimborn is truly interested in Loreth. Hopefully she is not too upset with him. It was foolish to tempt fate and love.

The cries and lamentation of the women drew us out into that fog and it was dreadful to see what those evil goblins had done to them. The fires raged and consumed all. We were fortunate to find the one remaining woman Brigga alive and with child. If only we could have saved the children from being dragged into the caverns, we may have brought the Hill men to our cause.

Essylt is courageous and only she stood before the clansmen and offered herself to rescue the children. The others were too frightened. At least they offered to outfit us for this journey. Fraech also stepped forth as he truly must desire her.

Seeking out the guide Hwalda to lead us through the Gundabad was wise. Without her aide we may have fallen to the lurker in the valley. If the journey had not been so hard, we may have defeated the monster. At least we made it to Carn Dum without losing anyone. We were fortunate to find the rocky stair and made our way down.

To come upon that dark and evil creature was more frightening than any child’s worst nightmare. Our fellowship was destined to do battle against this darkness. Our combined efforts were able to bring it down. It was fortunate that Essylt and the others joined us. I am certain that we would not have been able to defeat it without their help.

We again were fortunate to find the rock that covered a path towards the children. A tunnel would lead us to the children. But first we must slay the wolves of Folgar.

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Metamorphosis of Strangers or the Calming of Beorn
As recalled by Elabrimborn

A stone of Middle Earth so great the raging Anduin gives Gonorod its berth
As wild as the river and as tall as the Carrock you will find a man called Beorn
Bilbo could walk between his legs with clearance of his garments
He is distrustful of strangers as the darkness of Mirkwood is to the light

Will he recall his elven friend from the Battle of The Five Armies?

Or remember the dwarf that bested his son at the Dragon Tide competition?

Mithrandir overcame his suspious nature through his thirst for the brave tales of Thorin and company.

The skin changer also knew of Oakenshield’s name day and his fearlessness over the goblins at the Battle of Nanduhirion

Beorn is unbridled nature, can reason be used to calm a storm, or tame the ferocity of a charging bear.

Would the intrusion of such a man’s homestead not reap the anger of the swarm for raiding the hive?

Yet I know of him to have good heart, to eat of no flesh, and talks to the animals as if they were free people of Middle Earth.

In this way, I am a kindred spirit with this Ent sized man

For it was my kin who awoke the animals and taught them to speak.

For the Firstborn wished to speak to all manner of creation, the trees, mountains and rivers

To tame the keeper of bees, is it best to use honeyed words

Nay, for the beekeeper uses smoke to calm the violence of the hive

I shall smoke Old Toby with him and share songs and ryhmes of Thorr and my valor

The passage of time in relaxation and the smoking of the pipe is the answer to the riddle of one who is the personification of nature.

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Wood wight of Mirkwood
Thorr's Journal Entry 17

Our quest to Sunstead started off pleasantly enough until we ran into those foul bandits of Tyrant’s Hill wanting to take our money. Little did they know, our funds have been running low for some time. I am disappointed. I’m letting myself believe too easily that all people are good. In these times, I must learn to be cautious. At least I can still trust my mattock and our fellowship to set right what is needed.

And these woods are needing to be set right. There is much evil that roams in them. I miss me mountain home. I miss Mair. Seeing Betony rise up to strike the wood wight brings hope and inspiration. We were fortunate not to lose her. And just as I think we shouldn’t be so trustful, we find new friends in Olwin and Avina to help us. Without their aide, I’m not sure she would have made it. I am now uncertain as to how to judge who to trust and who not to trust.

I must listen closely to my heart and question with my mind. In showing Baldac the error in his ways, my heart believes this was the right thing to do. My mind still ponders if he will stay the course.

At least it is clear when it comes to a wood wight, we do not hesitate. I have grown fond of Elabrimborn and trust that he has me back. Destroying the gem seemed clear to me and this allowed us to strike down that wicked wood wight. Helping the people of Sunstead rid themselves of this evil allowed us to gain good standing with its people.

Ceawin is a strong leader and his lore knowledge helped save Betony. He may have accepted the offer to attend the folk moot even without our defeating the wood wight. His people desire to stay in contact with their Woodsmen brethren to the north. He seems wiser than his age and this will help to keep his people safe.

We fulfilled our quest and we kept our word and helped Olwin and Avina with their harvest. We enjoyed their celebrations and Betony is doing better. With each adventure we keep the shadow at bay. I only hope that we are strong enough to keep it so.

Our return to Rhosgobel was uneventful and getting word to Radagast of our success was well received. I am grateful for the wise advice of my patron and I will get to the bottom of this toe ring that I carry. My destiny will lead me to Goblin Town. For now, we go north. and maybe our paths will lead me to the goblins of Mount Gundabad. I wish to know more of my parent’s past.

Radagast bids us on another quest. We head towards the Grey Hills that are north of Mirkwood. We are not to go to directly to Carn Dum. We must find new allies in the Wild Men of Rhudaur. They will not accept us as friends and so we must walk into danger. Our path may take us past Beorn’s lands. With a letter of introduction, we should be able to obtain horses to take honey, honey cakes, shire ale, tools and fine wood to barter for the good will of the wild men. descendants of Rohirrim. . We must find the furs of wolves to return to Bearuwyn, who is a fine woman. I hope the medallion depicting horses will also bring good will.

The thought of Gitsere’s treasure now weighs on my mind. I must find ways to gain the King’s favor so that Mair can be mine one day. I will find those strong iron bound doors in some underground cavern. This I must do.

Our trip first passed through the Old Ford and the Brandybucks. It is a pleasure to see our friends and happy to get more shire pipe weed and mead. These will be good to take north and more furs are to be returned. Meeting Ennalda outside the inn was fortunate as we traveled to Beorn’s home safely.

On our journey to Beorn’s home, It was surprising to hear that Petra was no longer with our friend Baldac. This calls for some special attention from Throrr else Baldac will never get his bride. It will take some Throrr magic to save the day. The introduction to Beorn was uncomfortable. I thought he would thump me good. His love of dwarfs needed mending. Our mentioning of Gandalf helped to win him to our side. Beorn was magnanimous in giving us ponies to take north alone with his special honey cakes.

Our progress North went well on the ponies. My thoughts traveled back often to our ride North from Erebor on me precious goats. They carried us well and hopefully they returned home safe. Tis good to travel and see the world, even when it turns bleak and grey. One night, our camp was met by a haggard warrior named Faranour Farmin, the March Warden. He rode into camp on a stout mountain horse. I hung onto each word that he spoke. The woman amongst the mutants who foretold of our future. A fair-haired and fair-skinned woman who believes our mission will fail or succeed in an amazing fashion. I have no doubt that we will succeed. I must have faith in our fellowship. Was he really a ghost or a mirage? He looked so old and he mentioned his homeland in the Dale. He took us to a watchtower and faded into the light of the dawn. A touch of the shadow lifted from us and our destiny awaits.

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