An Audience With The King RPG

[*Varda*]

***Blue Mountains***

The morning of their departure dawned. Serin stood at the door of his home, looking out over the mountains. He had never contemplated journeying so far from home before, always having felt that everything he needed was right here, in the Ered Luin.
Hoisting his pack over his shoulder, he left his home and made his way to the stone hall, where he would meet his companions, Theron Axehand and Mikhelm Bonecrist.

Gathered around the hall were many other dwarves, all clamouring for his attention, hoping to discover what they would say to the High King, and how it may turn out. Near the front of the crowd was a surly looking dwarf, who glared at Serin as he strode past.

“Meddler” he growled. Serin received many such looks for wanting to associate the dwarves with the other races of Middle Earth. At the same time, he saw many reassuring glances, of the dwarves who fully supported him. His resolve strengthened, he marched up to the hall, and stood with Theron and Mikhelm.

Theron raised his arm in the air to call for silence.

“We go forth to meet with the High King Elessar to discern how our fate will lie. On our return, we shall have decided whether to have relations with Elves, Men, and Hobbits, or whether to continue to isolate ourselves in our realm. “

Many dwarves cheered, and with that Theron, Mikhelm, and Serin set out on their journey to Minas Tirith.