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Lord of the Rings Roleplay

"Hold a moment, Fundin. Perhaps we should go with these men to make sure they do not get hurt on the way. Besides, there might be something of value - though there is little I would take from those tombs. Ah, what the hell, let's do it." *switches to Dwarvish* "And then perhaps we can journey to Thorin's Halls. I hear he makes ready for a journey."
 
*In Dwarvish* "Aye he does"
*In English/Men language* "We will come, but the payment had better be excellent"
 
"What kind of additional payment are we talking about"
*In dwarvish* "How can we trust them to deliver it?"
 
((We teach no one our language. No one.))

"A fourth of the loot sounds fine. First dibs on any axes or heavy armor. And myself and my companion require ponies for afterward."

[D] We can take 'em. The Halfling shouldn't be too much trouble, nor the farmer, if we can get him at close range. But I doubt it'll come to that, unless some of these men have their way. Providing we even get out alive."
 
((Well, okay not no one. But only our closest friends. You'd have to spend decades with Dwarves to gain that level of rep.))
 
((*cough* NO ONE))
"You insult me, Horse-Rider. A Dwarf would rather die in battle than betray his comrades."
[D] "Do they have no honor in Calenardhon?"
 
*laughs*
"You are new, aren't you? Sarn Ford would take us fifty miles south of where we want to be, AND we'd be across the river in the Shire. We'll go by the west road. There's only one entrance to the Downs I know of in the north that isn't shut and barred, and that takes us through the Old Forest, and that place is almost as dangerous as the Downs, if what they say is true. But my ranger friend knows of a person in the forest who may be able to help us."
 
*The man looks down and looks stricken.*
"Thalin, I was sent to find you, and to deliver you this." *The man removes a necklace with an iron chain and a dwarf rune hanging from the chain.* "They told me this would win your trust, but I swear to you, the darkness is rising, time is short, and none of you shall survive if you don't leave this place with me."
 
*takes the chain and studies it, a furrow slowly being plowed in his brow*
[D] "So, it is as Gandalf feared. Dol-Guldur stirs once more."
*whispers to Aegon* "Do they have a message for me?"
 
*Finally stands after listening to all that had been conversed*
"You mean the Old Fortress? I hear tales from Eorl's Folk near Woldberg. They say that four men once dwelt across from the diseased forest known as Mirkwood. They hear foul noises from the Eastern bank in the evening, it is told. I do not know whether to believe such words, yet they seem so true. The men were once attacked during the night, one was killed and another severely injured. The injured man died of his wounds. The final two returned to the Wold, starving. They were attacked by orcs, from across the river, that is what they said. I believe these orcs could have come from Dol Guldur, yet I know not of where they really come from, or whether those tales are really true."

"Also, Dimitri, I have a bow with me, and my short sword. I also have armour of your nation, so I need not any new armour, unless it may be that the armour we find be Elvish. I very much like the Elves. I used to hear of stories when I was a young lad, of the trees of Lothlórien, and the Last Homely House of Rivendell.
 
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