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Dain Ironfoot · 04-11-2003, 08:47 AM

Dain was keeping a close eye on his son to make sure he was alright. The kidnapping had left Durin with some bumps and bruises and cuts. Seemingly little else was wrong with him other than that. Still, you can't be too careful.

Dain had to admit that he felt a bit uncomfortable being here with all these Elves. Even after weeks on the road with Elvish companions, he still could not walk into a hall such as this one, without giving a brief glance to the right and left to make sure everything was alright. Old habits die hard.

Not that Thranduil had not treated them with every respect and courtesy. The tables had been loaded with platters and bowls of all shapes and varieties. Dain had had his fill of venison and eel pie, along with a variety of other dishes he was less familiar with. Probably some delicacies that were particular to the Elves, he guessed. Still, he and his son had enjoyed everything they'd eaten. It was good to have such luxuries after so many weeks on the road.

Dain had also spent time roaming about the side rooms off Thrandul's main hall, getting a closer look at the king's collection of rare and beauteous pieces that gleemed with gold and precious jewels. Dain had to hand it to the Elvish king. He had a real eye for objects of beauty, much in the manner of a Dwarf. To Dain, that was one of the highest accolades that he could accord to an Elf.

Still, he found himself becoming increasingly impatient. Surely, it would be time for them to leave soon. They were so close now to the object of their quest. He wanted to get on and face the Orcs in battle. Hopefully, then, there would be a happy reunion with his wife and plenty of time for celebration.

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04-11-2003, 08:47 AM	#11
Dain Ironfoot Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 77	Dain was keeping a close eye on his son to make sure he was alright. The kidnapping had left Durin with some bumps and bruises and cuts. Seemingly little else was wrong with him other than that. Still, you can't be too careful. Dain had to admit that he felt a bit uncomfortable being here with all these Elves. Even after weeks on the road with Elvish companions, he still could not walk into a hall such as this one, without giving a brief glance to the right and left to make sure everything was alright. Old habits die hard. Not that Thranduil had not treated them with every respect and courtesy. The tables had been loaded with platters and bowls of all shapes and varieties. Dain had had his fill of venison and eel pie, along with a variety of other dishes he was less familiar with. Probably some delicacies that were particular to the Elves, he guessed. Still, he and his son had enjoyed everything they'd eaten. It was good to have such luxuries after so many weeks on the road. Dain had also spent time roaming about the side rooms off Thrandul's main hall, getting a closer look at the king's collection of rare and beauteous pieces that gleemed with gold and precious jewels. Dain had to hand it to the Elvish king. He had a real eye for objects of beauty, much in the manner of a Dwarf. To Dain, that was one of the highest accolades that he could accord to an Elf. Still, he found himself becoming increasingly impatient. Surely, it would be time for them to leave soon. They were so close now to the object of their quest. He wanted to get on and face the Orcs in battle. Hopefully, then, there would be a happy reunion with his wife and plenty of time for celebration.