Gromfelt griped his axe tight. The soft lands by Rivendell had long past them by, insteed replaced by a harsh cold landscape. Hathalas and his elves had lead them onward and upward to the pass of Cahadras. The biting cold was good in the view of the dwarf, but peaks and crages juting out in every direction and the storms were not.
The group paused as Hathalas explanded how they would go through the pass. Soon it became hard to see. Grom kept one hand on his axe, the other on the wall. His mind was back in Rivendell, in the armory where an elf had explained to him about there take on the craft. Armories, Smiths, Erebor. He thoughts wandered aimlessly untill they can on the loney mountain.
Sundenly he was jerked out of his thoughts, his foot had no ground under it, he stumbled, loosing his balance, falling forward, then someone grabed him from behind."Don't loose your footing there." it was Dain by the sound of the voice, but Gromfelt couldn't acually see him. Gromfelt nodded and sighed embarestly.
"No mountain yet has conquered Gromfelt son of Dwelfelt" he thought back to his proud words in the Shire. He started moving again, feeling his way along the pass.
No mountain, yet.
[ March 24, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]
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