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Farael · 11-27-2005, 02:57 PM

Farael smiled at the serving girl politely and followed her to where Ibun Lodestone was sitting. With another smile he bowed slightly for the Dwarf and introduced himself as Farael son of Hadar, from Gondor. He was delighted to accept Ibun's offer of a mug of ale and even happier to have someone to talk to, as he had spent quite a few weeks out on the forests. Farael was fairly curious about what a Dwarf from Khazad-dum would be doing in these lands; yet he had not dealt with Ibun's people very often, and he did not know if asking outright would be considered rude. So instead, after the usual small talk, he decided to tell his newfound friend a little about himself.

Farael had spent his last few weeks travelling at his father's request. After the war, his father had started a small busines, dealing with pipe weed for the most part. He had been sent to The Shire to get some of what his father had heard, was the best pipe weed in the Middle Earth. Yet Farael was not a merchant and the stories of the great war and the bravery of many of his people inspired him. On the way to The Shire, he had found what, he beleived, were the tracks of an Orkish party so he set off with his bow, some arrows and his faithful long knife. He followed the tracks until almost sunset but then - Farael looked into Ibun's eyes- the tracks stopped. "I swear to you," he said "The way the ground had been stomped on it could only have been Orcs, yet all of a sudden the tracks disapeared, without signs of a struggle or a camp being set up. I still cannot believe my eyes, but all I could do was go back and try to catch up with the rest of the convoy."

By the time Farael joined his convoy, it was too late. The convoy was attacked that same night but luckily no one had been seriously harmed. A group of bandits (human, that is) had attacked them and stole most of their money and goods.

Farael took a sip of his ale and nooded at Ibun "They went back to Gondor, but I decided to stay. I have now been walking around on the forests hoping I will find them. That way, I will come back to Gondor victorious rather than defeated." He felt silent now, waiting to see if the Dwarf would reply telling him his story.

11-27-2005, 02:57 PM	#2335
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	Farael smiled at the serving girl politely and followed her to where Ibun Lodestone was sitting. With another smile he bowed slightly for the Dwarf and introduced himself as Farael son of Hadar, from Gondor. He was delighted to accept Ibun's offer of a mug of ale and even happier to have someone to talk to, as he had spent quite a few weeks out on the forests. Farael was fairly curious about what a Dwarf from Khazad-dum would be doing in these lands; yet he had not dealt with Ibun's people very often, and he did not know if asking outright would be considered rude. So instead, after the usual small talk, he decided to tell his newfound friend a little about himself. Farael had spent his last few weeks travelling at his father's request. After the war, his father had started a small busines, dealing with pipe weed for the most part. He had been sent to The Shire to get some of what his father had heard, was the best pipe weed in the Middle Earth. Yet Farael was not a merchant and the stories of the great war and the bravery of many of his people inspired him. On the way to The Shire, he had found what, he beleived, were the tracks of an Orkish party so he set off with his bow, some arrows and his faithful long knife. He followed the tracks until almost sunset but then - Farael looked into Ibun's eyes- the tracks stopped. "I swear to you," he said "The way the ground had been stomped on it could only have been Orcs, yet all of a sudden the tracks disapeared, without signs of a struggle or a camp being set up. I still cannot believe my eyes, but all I could do was go back and try to catch up with the rest of the convoy." By the time Farael joined his convoy, it was too late. The convoy was attacked that same night but luckily no one had been seriously harmed. A group of bandits (human, that is) had attacked them and stole most of their money and goods. Farael took a sip of his ale and nooded at Ibun "They went back to Gondor, but I decided to stay. I have now been walking around on the forests hoping I will find them. That way, I will come back to Gondor victorious rather than defeated." He felt silent now, waiting to see if the Dwarf would reply telling him his story.