[Dwarin Thunderhammer]

Dwarin sat up groggily. His dreams had been pleasant. The images of roaring fireplaces and hot food lingered in his mind. He stood up and what he saw pleased his heart greatly. Rain was falling. Rain! The dwarf was ecstatic. Now many dwarves loved what some called ill weather. They loved the rain and the snow and such. But very few loved the rain as much as Dwarin. The scent of rain was unmistakable. As a young dwarf he would play all day in the rain on the mossy rocks of the iron mountains. He would run through the puddles in his bare feet. He would sit in a cave watching the rain fall and sing himself a little song. To Dwarin rain was a blessing of the highest order from Aule.

The mighty oak gave shelter to those still slept. The field of grass glittered. There were flowers strewn about the field which Dwarin had not noticed the night before. Surveying the scene he noticed Kalohern standing in the middle of the field soaking up the rain face lifted up to the sky. Dwarin once again took off his boots and strolled across the field to Kalohern. "How are you this fine morning my young lad?" Dwarin inquired. A thoroughly soaked Kalohern turned on the Dwarf beaming. "I am no lad Master Dwarf. I am the mightiest rider in Rohan! I led the soldiers that defeated Mordor! I am the man that threw down the stones of Orthanc with his bare hands. I am the savior of my country!" Kalohern replied playfully picking up a stick and parrying a percived blow from an unseen enemy. Dwarin chuckled "Oh, are you really? Then I am not worthy to stand in your presence!" Dwarin bowed playing along. "Nay, stand Dwarin Thunderhammer! For you have been my companion on my first great exploit. You and I stood before the prince and recived our honors for saving Rohan from great peril. You are a great Dwarf!" Kalohern said. "I seem to have forgotten that part." Dwarin said. Kalohern still fought invisible enemies. Dwarin marveled at the boy. It seemed to the dwarf that the boy had an unbreakable spirit and undaunted courage. Something Dwarin admired greatly. "Well boy I am off I must go see what I can gather in terms of food." Dwarin stated. "Wait! I have already taken care of that." Kalohern said as he handed Dwarin a small canvas sack. "The berries here are wonderfull, I've already had my fill. Also, Elwood was here just moments ago." "Elwood?!" Dwarin started. "Yes, he said he and that wolf were off to find Thenamir and bring him here. He asked us to stay put." Even though the Dwarf did not much like the Elf. The plan seemed good. "I was planning on staying anyways." Which was partially true. "Good, another thing, he told me to tell you to talk to Guthrin. Elwood said his actions were valiant. This part most puzzles me, I hate the man. He is nothing but an arrogant cowardly blowhard. I hate him. I don't believe Elwood. Nonetheless I deliver the message to you." Kalohern finished. Dwarin was taken aback by this statement. He liked Guthrin no more than the boy. He shared the same opinions about Guthrin with him.

Dwarin walked back to the oak munching on a berry thoughtfully. He was most puzzled at the message. He decided it would be a good idea to talk to Guthrin. He found Guthrin resting against the oak. "I hear you have a story to tell." the Dwarf as sat next to Guthrin.