[Rune Son of Bjarne]

"It has been the Iron Hills where I have talked at length with Dwarves" When Ciro spoke these words, it was as a fire startet burning inside Frór. Here he was in a land many miles frome something even remotley close to his home and now out of nowhere he was sitting drinking with a man who had actually vissitet his Home.

Frór took a sip of his ale and cleared his throat, then he spoke to Ciro: "Tell me when did you vissit the halls that I have the pleasure of calling home? Seldom do travelers frome this side of the Misty Mountains come to our halls. Sureley It would have been easier to vissit the Blue Mountains or Khazad-dum if you needed the skills of the Dwarves?"

When Frór thought about he could not recall any men frome Arnor vissiting his home in the resent years. He found it hard to belive that such news should not have reached his ear, after all he was not a dwarf without importance. Eiher this man was older than he looked or he would had arrived at the Iron Hills after Frór's departuer. The latter was not unlikely to be the case as Frór's jurney had taken atleast a month more than it should have done.