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Imladris · 01-19-2004, 09:36 PM

Balin

Balin gazed around at the dwarves that gathered around him with a proud smile upon his face. His brown eyes twinkled merrily and his fingers twitched eagerly as he waited for all the dwarves to gather ‘round. Lîs was there as well, her false beard firmly in place. Balin made a mental note to call her Lîn in the presence of the other dwarves.

King Dain stood beside him: a frown creased his face, and his lips were buttoned tightly. His shoulders hunched as he surveyed the dwarves that had been gathered and he turned to Balin, his eyes pleading. Balin flashed an assured smile towards him: the king was worrying over nothing. If they found the Dwarven Ring of Power -- Balin gasped at the thought. Their failing race would be strong again.

He saw Alrik Stonebeard, his white beard tightly plaited and stuffed into his belt. Striding towards him, Balin bowed and said, “I am honored that you have cared to join us in our mighty quest.”

Alrik merely nodded and Balin turned away. Ori, with Flori, stood a little off to the side. Ori was downcast: his eyes were fixed on the ground and his hands hung listlessly at his side. A wavering shade of doubt passed over Balin, and his bushy brows bunched in a troubled frown. Maybe Ori and King Dain were right: that they should leave Moria alone under its evil shadow. Setting his jaw firmly, he shoved the thought from his mind and addressed himself to the dwarves.

“Fellow Countrymen!” he cried. “The Lonely Mountain, though prosperous and our home of many years, is a narrow place! It does not compare to Khazad-dum. While the ring of hammers is to be heard within the Lonely Mountain, it does not echo within Moria’s mighty halls. No veins of True-silver are hidden in the walls of the Lonely Mountain! Too long has Moria lain empty….too long has the Second Hall been bereft of song; too long has the East Gate lain useless; too long has the Endless Stair not been climbed! It was once ours and once again we will make it a mighty kingdom of the Dwarves! We leave tomorrow at dawn!”

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:36 PM January 19, 2004: Message edited by: Imladris ]

01-19-2004, 09:36 PM	#18
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,478	Balin Balin gazed around at the dwarves that gathered around him with a proud smile upon his face. His brown eyes twinkled merrily and his fingers twitched eagerly as he waited for all the dwarves to gather ‘round. Lîs was there as well, her false beard firmly in place. Balin made a mental note to call her Lîn in the presence of the other dwarves. King Dain stood beside him: a frown creased his face, and his lips were buttoned tightly. His shoulders hunched as he surveyed the dwarves that had been gathered and he turned to Balin, his eyes pleading. Balin flashed an assured smile towards him: the king was worrying over nothing. If they found the Dwarven Ring of Power -- Balin gasped at the thought. Their failing race would be strong again. He saw Alrik Stonebeard, his white beard tightly plaited and stuffed into his belt. Striding towards him, Balin bowed and said, “I am honored that you have cared to join us in our mighty quest.” Alrik merely nodded and Balin turned away. Ori, with Flori, stood a little off to the side. Ori was downcast: his eyes were fixed on the ground and his hands hung listlessly at his side. A wavering shade of doubt passed over Balin, and his bushy brows bunched in a troubled frown. Maybe Ori and King Dain were right: that they should leave Moria alone under its evil shadow. Setting his jaw firmly, he shoved the thought from his mind and addressed himself to the dwarves. “Fellow Countrymen!” he cried. “The Lonely Mountain, though prosperous and our home of many years, is a narrow place! It does not compare to Khazad-dum. While the ring of hammers is to be heard within the Lonely Mountain, it does not echo within Moria’s mighty halls. No veins of True-silver are hidden in the walls of the Lonely Mountain! Too long has Moria lain empty….too long has the Second Hall been bereft of song; too long has the East Gate lain useless; too long has the Endless Stair not been climbed! It was once ours and once again we will make it a mighty kingdom of the Dwarves! We leave tomorrow at dawn!” <font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:36 PM January 19, 2004: Message edited by: Imladris ] __________________ I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns. I'm your huckleberry.