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The Rangers from Dale
Thrain and Farin dashed down the dusty road lit up by the full moon, as the goblins breached through the branches in the forest and ran out onto the road, a small horde of goblins followed by a large cave troll, where they set after the two small dwarves running not too far ahead of them. When the goblins set after them, they pulled out their small blades and bows, throwing rocks after them and firing arrows towards their legs. The two dwarves ran with all their might and screamed like never before, as they ran down the road through the small valley filled with giant and small rocks all over the place, the goblins followed them closely, jumping over rocks and rolling under giant stones getting closer to the dwarves.
Thrain: “What do we do!!!”
Farin: “I don’t know!!!”
Thrain: “Well think of something!”
Farin: “Wait I got it!!! Follow me!”
Farin suddenly turned to the right in the middle of the road, through several bushes and crawling under a giant tree that had been struck down by lightning, while Thrain was falling behind, he jumped over the tree and tripped over a giant branch lying on the ground before he finally caught up with Farin who kept running into a small clearing filled with broken branches, small rocks and in the center was a small tree filled with dark red leaves waving in the wind and lit up by the moon.
Thrain: “Why are we here!?!”
Farin: “We will hide in the tree!!”
Thrain: “You idiot they can see and smell us!”
Farin: “Well what do you want me to do!?!”
Thrain: “Maybe thought of how we could get out of…”
Farin: “I am thinking!!!”
While the two dwarves stood there arguing about their situation yelling and screaming at each other, the goblins appeared around them closing in on them from every side, as the dwarves were unarmed and the goblins screamed in their faces while trying to cut out against them. And as a goblin tried to make a slash for Farin’s head, he quickly turned and grabbed the goblins hand and struck it in the head with a stone he had picked up earlier, making the goblin lose its grip of the blade. At the same moment the giant cave troll appeared and sent a giant branch flying towards them, where Thrain barely dodged it by jumping and rolling forward on the ground right beside the branch, thought Farin weren’t that lucky and ended up being smashed into the ground by the branch lying on the ground.
Thrain: “Farin!”
Farin: “Run you idiot…”
Thrain: “No I can’t leave you like this!”
Farin: “I said run dammit!”
Thrain: “NO!”
As Thrain stood beside the branch looking at Farin, the goblins stood around them while smiling and yelling into the night, while you could hear their teeth grinding against each other and their blades hitting their shields, and you could see the cave troll standing behind Thrain with its enormous hammer, ready to strike down Thrain.
Just as the hammer was about to fall down upon Thrain, a single arrow with bright green and yellow feathers on, cut through the leaves from the tree and came flying swiftly through the air, cutting through the cave trolls left eye, making it scream in pain before it, penetrating it’s skull and it’s brain. And before the goblins knew what had happened, the cave troll fell backwards down upon two of them and the hammers smashed down upon one of the goblins leaving it completely crushed and blood everywhere, while arrows were soaring through the air killing all the goblins before they had the chance to run away.
Thrain: “What just happened!?!”
Ranger: “What happened is that we just saved your lives…”
A tall dark figure came walking out from the shadows behind a giant rock, wearing a dark green cloak covering his entire body while having a hood covering his head so that you could only see his mouth and his beard, while he was holding a large dark brown bow in his right hand and an arrow in the other. He signaled his men to come out of the dark and when all of them appeared before the two dwarves they saw at least twenty rangers with bows and swords.
Thrain: “Who are you?”
Ranger: “My name is Donyc the Falcon, also known as just the Falcon and these are my men… now if I may ask who you are.”
Thrain: “I am Thrain Oakenshield, I am from the dwarfs’ kingdom, Erebor, and this is my friend Farin… can you please help us… he is badly injured…”
Donyc: “Of course… I’ll have my men take him to Dale, and while we rest up there you can tell me what you and your friend were doing out here…”
Thrain: “Thank you Warwick, I owe you a great dept.”
Donyc: “You do not owe me anything Thrain, it is our duty to protect our friends even if they are not in our land… now let’s get going”
Thrain: “Be careful with him…”
The rangers from Dale slowly picked up the large branch working together and threw it away, before they found two smaller branches and bound it together and used their cloaks to make a stretcher where they put Farin. Donyc then ordered his men to return to Dale, carrying Farin with them, while Thrain followed him to the gates of the great city of Dale.
When they arrived at the gates of the great city of Dale. Dale lies in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in any other place in the world today. Here lies the city of Dale; its markets are known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and ale, peaceful and prosperous. This city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom of middle earth, Erebor, stronghold of Durin, king under the mountain, the greatest of all the dwarf lords. He rules with greatness, knowing that his line will endure in his son, Thrain. Erebor was built deep within the mountain itself; the beauty of this fortress was legend among the humans. Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems, forged in rock, and in great seems of gold running like rivers through stone. The skills of the dwarves are unequalled, fashioning objects of great beauty, out of diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphire and mithril. Every day they dig deeper into the mountain, down into the dark, searching for the heart of the mountain, the Arkenstone.
Donyc: “Welcome Thrain, to the city of Dale!”
Thrain: “Thank you Donyc… where can we go to talk?”
Donyc: “We can go to the Inn, the Barking Dog”
Thrain: “Alright my friend, but what about Farin?”
Donyc: “We will take him to the infirmary, while we are going to the Inn”
Thrain: “Thank you for taking care of him, thought we need to get back to Erebor soon…. Our family is probably wondering where we are”
Donyc: “Well we better get going then…”
As they walked through the gates into the city of Dale, the rangers were greeted by the people cheering and flowers being thrown into the air above them, while the guards stood on each side of the gate. The magnificent gate was closed behind the rangers and their company, and while they walked through the streets towards the Inn, Thrain said good bye to Farin before he kept going down the street. When he walked down the street, he saw kids running through the streets playing and eating with their parents, while the market was filled with many different kinds of food and vine. The mothers of the children walked down the street with their baskets, buying and trading goods. As they came near the Inn, Thrain looked into the clear sky and watched as they walked by two large towers built in stone, with the flags waving in the wind, and as they approached the Inn, Thrain noticed the sign on the wall before Donyc opened the door and entered the Inn together with Thrain.
Donyc: “Welcome to the Barking Dog, please follow me”
Donyc, Thrain and two rangers followed them to a corner in the inn, where Donyc ordered ale for everyone as they sat down around a small round table with a single candle light in front of them and their feet sitting on small wooden branches under the table. As the bartender walked by, he handed them the ale and kept walking around the inn serving the people of Dale.
Donyc: “So Thrain… what brings you around these parts?”
Thrain: “My friend and I were out hunting, and we were attacked by goblins coming down from the mountains to the west….”
Donyc: “Goblins… it’s been decades since we last encountered them… what could have got them to come down from the mountain?”
Thrain: “We do not know… but I need to return to Erebor soon, to inform my father about the situation…”
Donyc: “I understand that you need to return to Erebor and tell your father that the goblins have returned… but I have to ask you to stay here for a while until your friend has recovered…”
Thrain: “I trust that your people will watch him closely, but of course I will stay until he can come with me to Erebor… could you send a ranger to inform my father that we are in Dale, so he won’t be worried of our absence?”
Donyc: “Of course I can… but now that you are here, I need your help with something…”
Thrain: “What would that be?”
Donyc: “Well I have heard that dwarves have very keen hearing and that they are master blacksmiths… thought your skill in hearing would help me greatly with a task that I need done…”
Thrain: “Indeed I have very keen hearing skills…. But what task is it that you need a dwarf to do?”
Donyc: “Well after saving you and your friend, we encountered the goblins… and our commander wishes for us to find out exactly what they wanted, but we cannot get into their domain without being discovered…”
Thrain: “So you want me to go to the goblin kingdom and find out what they were up to?”
Donyc: “No that would be too dangerous to send you out…. But our only way to do this is to catch a goblin and get it to talk… but not a regular goblin; we need a high ranked goblin”
Thrain: “And how do you suggest we do that?”
Donyc: “We go to their domain together as a group and we provoke a reaction from the goblins…”
Thrain: “I’m sorry but I can’t risk my life to get the information that might reveal itself in the future…”
Donyc: “Oh well at least help up with some preparations for our trip…”
Thrain: “Of course just tell me”
Donyc: “Well we better head out so you can help us… follow me”
As they walked out of the inn, the other rangers stayed in there to drink up before they would get back to their duties. Donyc and Thrain walked through the streets towards the armory and blacksmiths, while Thrain looked around curious about the different merchants and different buildings, it was different than what he was used to back in Erebor, and while his mind was occupied they reached the blacksmith and Donyc interrupted his daydreaming.
Donyc: “Alright Thrain, here we are”
Thrain: “What are we doing here at the blacksmith?”
Donyc: “I want you to create a sword that will be wielded by me against the goblins… a blade sharper than any other blade imaginable, a blade that can easily cut through bones….”
Thrain: “Really… I mean well I am not the best blacksmith in Erebor, but I will do my best….”
Donyc: “Alright Thrain, I will be going to run some errands, the blacksmith will aid you with anything you will need, and I will be back tomorrow morning to retrieve the sword…”
Thrain: “It takes more than one day to create such a sword…”
Donyc: “Well you only have one day… your friend is getting better and our lord wishes for both of you to leave tomorrow…”
Thrain: “Alright, but I can’t promise you anything…”
Donyc: “I hope the blade is ready tomorrow… I will see you soon…”
As Donyc turned around and began walking down the street, Thrain turned to the tall dark blacksmith who was wearing nothing but a pair of pants and wielding a large hammer in his right hand which he used to hit the iron to forge the weapons that were ordered. Thrain slowly walked over to the oven and around in the blacksmiths area to search for several items he would need to create the blade that had been requested by Donyc. When Thrain began to forge this blade, the blacksmith aided him in the creation of the metal, where Thrain had acquired the legendary metal from the mines of Erebor, Mithril, which he decided to make the blade of. It would make the blade light as a feather but hard as a dragon’s skin. Thrain worked all night in the blacksmith, slamming the mighty hammer upon the precious mithril and bathing the heated mithril in water, while the room itself was as hot as a dragon’s fire. Thrain was sweating like a pig while the hammer created sparks of fire around him as it collided with the blade.
At the end of the long night, Thrain had created a blade that was virtually indestructible, made of the strongest metal known in middle-earth. The blade was so sharp that with just putting his finger at the tip of the blade he would cut his finger off and it could be wielded even by a child because of it being as light as a feather and thin as a leaf. The blade was no longer than any other, and the blade itself would, when the light shined on it, it would reflect the light upon the enemy blinding them. Thrain had inscribed the name he had given to the blade in dwarfish, translated to the native tongue of the man its name is, the Orchid. After the creation of the blade, Thrain covered the blade with a bright blue scarf and took it with him to the tavern where he placed it inside his room on the shelf before he would walk down to the inn to meet Donyc and Farin, sitting in the corner of the inn.
Thrain: “Hey Donyc…”
Donyc: “Hey Thrain…. Is it finished?”
Thrain: “Indeed it is”
Donyc: “Well I will be looking forward to seeing it tomorrow… oh… Farin has recovered pretty well…”
Thrain: “Indeed… Farin I see you have recovered?”
Farin: “Yes I have… I will be looking forward to going home tomorrow…”
Thrain: “Yes me too… Donyc, when will I be expecting you tomorrow?”
Donyc: “You can expect me to arrive at sunrise”
Thrain: “Alright Donyc…. I will see you tomorrow I need to get some sleep… you two can stay and talk…”
Donyc: “I will see you tomorrow, remember the sword…”
As Thrain step over to the door Donyc and Farin began to talk and drink in the corner which was lit by a single candle, and as Thrain opened the door and stepped out on the street you could see the stars shining above and the torches lighting up the street while a cold breeze flew through the streets carrying a silent whisper from the mountains down through Thrains hair making it wave slowly in the wind as he carried his heavy body down the street to his bed. He slowly walked over to his bed and let his small but heavy body fall down upon the bed, being too tired to get ready for bed and simply fall upon it, closing his eyes for the night.
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Inspired by Tolkiens Adventures
Written by Gutsy Jiraiya
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The Rangers from Dale
Thrain and Farin dashed down the dusty road lit up by the full moon, as the goblins breached through the branches in the forest and ran out onto the road, a small horde of goblins followed by a large cave troll, where they set after the two small dwarves running not too far ahead of them. When the goblins set after them, they pulled out their small blades and bows, throwing rocks after them and firing arrows towards their legs. The two dwarves ran with all their might and screamed like never before, as they ran down the road through the small valley filled with giant and small rocks all over the place, the goblins followed them closely, jumping over rocks and rolling under giant stones getting closer to the dwarves.
Thrain: “What do we do!!!”
Farin: “I don’t know!!!”
Thrain: “Well think of something!”
Farin: “Wait I got it!!! Follow me!”
Farin suddenly turned to the right in the middle of the road, through several bushes and crawling under a giant tree that had been struck down by lightning, while Thrain was falling behind, he jumped over the tree and tripped over a giant branch lying on the ground before he finally caught up with Farin who kept running into a small clearing filled with broken branches, small rocks and in the center was a small tree filled with dark red leaves waving in the wind and lit up by the moon.
Thrain: “Why are we here!?!”
Farin: “We will hide in the tree!!”
Thrain: “You idiot they can see and smell us!”
Farin: “Well what do you want me to do!?!”
Thrain: “Maybe thought of how we could get out of…”
Farin: “I am thinking!!!”
While the two dwarves stood there arguing about their situation yelling and screaming at each other, the goblins appeared around them closing in on them from every side, as the dwarves were unarmed and the goblins screamed in their faces while trying to cut out against them. And as a goblin tried to make a slash for Farin’s head, he quickly turned and grabbed the goblins hand and struck it in the head with a stone he had picked up earlier, making the goblin lose its grip of the blade. At the same moment the giant cave troll appeared and sent a giant branch flying towards them, where Thrain barely dodged it by jumping and rolling forward on the ground right beside the branch, thought Farin weren’t that lucky and ended up being smashed into the ground by the branch lying on the ground.
Thrain: “Farin!”
Farin: “Run you idiot…”
Thrain: “No I can’t leave you like this!”
Farin: “I said run dammit!”
Thrain: “NO!”
As Thrain stood beside the branch looking at Farin, the goblins stood around them while smiling and yelling into the night, while you could hear their teeth grinding against each other and their blades hitting their shields, and you could see the cave troll standing behind Thrain with its enormous hammer, ready to strike down Thrain.
Just as the hammer was about to fall down upon Thrain, a single arrow with bright green and yellow feathers on, cut through the leaves from the tree and came flying swiftly through the air, cutting through the cave trolls left eye, making it scream in pain before it, penetrating it’s skull and it’s brain. And before the goblins knew what had happened, the cave troll fell backwards down upon two of them and the hammers smashed down upon one of the goblins leaving it completely crushed and blood everywhere, while arrows were soaring through the air killing all the goblins before they had the chance to run away.
Thrain: “What just happened!?!”
Ranger: “What happened is that we just saved your lives…”
A tall dark figure came walking out from the shadows behind a giant rock, wearing a dark green cloak covering his entire body while having a hood covering his head so that you could only see his mouth and his beard, while he was holding a large dark brown bow in his right hand and an arrow in the other. He signaled his men to come out of the dark and when all of them appeared before the two dwarves they saw at least twenty rangers with bows and swords.
Thrain: “Who are you?”
Ranger: “My name is Donyc the Falcon, also known as just the Falcon and these are my men… now if I may ask who you are.”
Thrain: “I am Thrain Oakenshield, I am from the dwarfs’ kingdom, Erebor, and this is my friend Farin… can you please help us… he is badly injured…”
Donyc: “Of course… I’ll have my men take him to Dale, and while we rest up there you can tell me what you and your friend were doing out here…”
Thrain: “Thank you Warwick, I owe you a great dept.”
Donyc: “You do not owe me anything Thrain, it is our duty to protect our friends even if they are not in our land… now let’s get going”
Thrain: “Be careful with him…”
The rangers from Dale slowly picked up the large branch working together and threw it away, before they found two smaller branches and bound it together and used their cloaks to make a stretcher where they put Farin. Donyc then ordered his men to return to Dale, carrying Farin with them, while Thrain followed him to the gates of the great city of Dale.
When they arrived at the gates of the great city of Dale. Dale lies in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in any other place in the world today. Here lies the city of Dale; its markets are known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and ale, peaceful and prosperous. This city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom of middle earth, Erebor, stronghold of Durin, king under the mountain, the greatest of all the dwarf lords. He rules with greatness, knowing that his line will endure in his son, Thrain. Erebor was built deep within the mountain itself; the beauty of this fortress was legend among the humans. Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems, forged in rock, and in great seems of gold running like rivers through stone. The skills of the dwarves are unequalled, fashioning objects of great beauty, out of diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphire and mithril. Every day they dig deeper into the mountain, down into the dark, searching for the heart of the mountain, the Arkenstone.
Donyc: “Welcome Thrain, to the city of Dale!”
Thrain: “Thank you Donyc… where can we go to talk?”
Donyc: “We can go to the Inn, the Barking Dog”
Thrain: “Alright my friend, but what about Farin?”
Donyc: “We will take him to the infirmary, while we are going to the Inn”
Thrain: “Thank you for taking care of him, thought we need to get back to Erebor soon…. Our family is probably wondering where we are”
Donyc: “Well we better get going then…”
As they walked through the gates into the city of Dale, the rangers were greeted by the people cheering and flowers being thrown into the air above them, while the guards stood on each side of the gate. The magnificent gate was closed behind the rangers and their company, and while they walked through the streets towards the Inn, Thrain said good bye to Farin before he kept going down the street. When he walked down the street, he saw kids running through the streets playing and eating with their parents, while the market was filled with many different kinds of food and vine. The mothers of the children walked down the street with their baskets, buying and trading goods. As they came near the Inn, Thrain looked into the clear sky and watched as they walked by two large towers built in stone, with the flags waving in the wind, and as they approached the Inn, Thrain noticed the sign on the wall before Donyc opened the door and entered the Inn together with Thrain.
Donyc: “Welcome to the Barking Dog, please follow me”
Donyc, Thrain and two rangers followed them to a corner in the inn, where Donyc ordered ale for everyone as they sat down around a small round table with a single candle light in front of them and their feet sitting on small wooden branches under the table. As the bartender walked by, he handed them the ale and kept walking around the inn serving the people of Dale.
Donyc: “So Thrain… what brings you around these parts?”
Thrain: “My friend and I were out hunting, and we were attacked by goblins coming down from the mountains to the west….”
Donyc: “Goblins… it’s been decades since we last encountered them… what could have got them to come down from the mountain?”
Thrain: “We do not know… but I need to return to Erebor soon, to inform my father about the situation…”
Donyc: “I understand that you need to return to Erebor and tell your father that the goblins have returned… but I have to ask you to stay here for a while until your friend has recovered…”
Thrain: “I trust that your people will watch him closely, but of course I will stay until he can come with me to Erebor… could you send a ranger to inform my father that we are in Dale, so he won’t be worried of our absence?”
Donyc: “Of course I can… but now that you are here, I need your help with something…”
Thrain: “What would that be?”
Donyc: “Well I have heard that dwarves have very keen hearing and that they are master blacksmiths… thought your skill in hearing would help me greatly with a task that I need done…”
Thrain: “Indeed I have very keen hearing skills…. But what task is it that you need a dwarf to do?”
Donyc: “Well after saving you and your friend, we encountered the goblins… and our commander wishes for us to find out exactly what they wanted, but we cannot get into their domain without being discovered…”
Thrain: “So you want me to go to the goblin kingdom and find out what they were up to?”
Donyc: “No that would be too dangerous to send you out…. But our only way to do this is to catch a goblin and get it to talk… but not a regular goblin; we need a high ranked goblin”
Thrain: “And how do you suggest we do that?”
Donyc: “We go to their domain together as a group and we provoke a reaction from the goblins…”
Thrain: “I’m sorry but I can’t risk my life to get the information that might reveal itself in the future…”
Donyc: “Oh well at least help up with some preparations for our trip…”
Thrain: “Of course just tell me”
Donyc: “Well we better head out so you can help us… follow me”
As they walked out of the inn, the other rangers stayed in there to drink up before they would get back to their duties. Donyc and Thrain walked through the streets towards the armory and blacksmiths, while Thrain looked around curious about the different merchants and different buildings, it was different than what he was used to back in Erebor, and while his mind was occupied they reached the blacksmith and Donyc interrupted his daydreaming.
Donyc: “Alright Thrain, here we are”
Thrain: “What are we doing here at the blacksmith?”
Donyc: “I want you to create a sword that will be wielded by me against the goblins… a blade sharper than any other blade imaginable, a blade that can easily cut through bones….”
Thrain: “Really… I mean well I am not the best blacksmith in Erebor, but I will do my best….”
Donyc: “Alright Thrain, I will be going to run some errands, the blacksmith will aid you with anything you will need, and I will be back tomorrow morning to retrieve the sword…”
Thrain: “It takes more than one day to create such a sword…”
Donyc: “Well you only have one day… your friend is getting better and our lord wishes for both of you to leave tomorrow…”
Thrain: “Alright, but I can’t promise you anything…”
Donyc: “I hope the blade is ready tomorrow… I will see you soon…”
As Donyc turned around and began walking down the street, Thrain turned to the tall dark blacksmith who was wearing nothing but a pair of pants and wielding a large hammer in his right hand which he used to hit the iron to forge the weapons that were ordered. Thrain slowly walked over to the oven and around in the blacksmiths area to search for several items he would need to create the blade that had been requested by Donyc. When Thrain began to forge this blade, the blacksmith aided him in the creation of the metal, where Thrain had acquired the legendary metal from the mines of Erebor, Mithril, which he decided to make the blade of. It would make the blade light as a feather but hard as a dragon’s skin. Thrain worked all night in the blacksmith, slamming the mighty hammer upon the precious mithril and bathing the heated mithril in water, while the room itself was as hot as a dragon’s fire. Thrain was sweating like a pig while the hammer created sparks of fire around him as it collided with the blade.
At the end of the long night, Thrain had created a blade that was virtually indestructible, made of the strongest metal known in middle-earth. The blade was so sharp that with just putting his finger at the tip of the blade he would cut his finger off and it could be wielded even by a child because of it being as light as a feather and thin as a leaf. The blade was no longer than any other, and the blade itself would, when the light shined on it, it would reflect the light upon the enemy blinding them. Thrain had inscribed the name he had given to the blade in dwarfish, translated to the native tongue of the man its name is, the Orchid. After the creation of the blade, Thrain covered the blade with a bright blue scarf and took it with him to the tavern where he placed it inside his room on the shelf before he would walk down to the inn to meet Donyc and Farin, sitting in the corner of the inn.
Thrain: “Hey Donyc…”
Donyc: “Hey Thrain…. Is it finished?”
Thrain: “Indeed it is”
Donyc: “Well I will be looking forward to seeing it tomorrow… oh… Farin has recovered pretty well…”
Thrain: “Indeed… Farin I see you have recovered?”
Farin: “Yes I have… I will be looking forward to going home tomorrow…”
Thrain: “Yes me too… Donyc, when will I be expecting you tomorrow?”
Donyc: “You can expect me to arrive at sunrise”
Thrain: “Alright Donyc…. I will see you tomorrow I need to get some sleep… you two can stay and talk…”
Donyc: “I will see you tomorrow, remember the sword…”
As Thrain step over to the door Donyc and Farin began to talk and drink in the corner which was lit by a single candle, and as Thrain opened the door and stepped out on the street you could see the stars shining above and the torches lighting up the street while a cold breeze flew through the streets carrying a silent whisper from the mountains down through Thrains hair making it wave slowly in the wind as he carried his heavy body down the street to his bed. He slowly walked over to his bed and let his small but heavy body fall down upon the bed, being too tired to get ready for bed and simply fall upon it, closing his eyes for the night.
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Inspired by Tolkiens Adventures
Written by Gutsy Jiraiya
