This is a short scene I wrote for the Y2C, Year to Caspian writing contest at the lions call. Please review.
Brothers
Deep in the forests of Narnia in a cavern below ground, two Dwarf brothers by the names of Rorgin and Fundle sat infront of a hearth talking in low tones so as not to wake their sleeping families. They had left their homes and were hiding in this cave, for fear of the Telmarine army.
"Cair Paravel has fallen now, a sparrow brought the news earlier today." said Rorgin sullenly as he filled his pipe with tobacco.
"We all knew it was only a matter of time," said Fundle "It won't be long now before even here isn't safe."
"Perhaps we can find a better hiding place."
"That still won't keep us hidden forever, I have another plan."
"What would that be, brother?" Fundle paused for a moment as if he wasn't quite comfortable with the idea himself.
"The Telmarines are building settlements along the great river in the West. I'm taking my family to live there." His brother stared at him in shock but he continued. "We'll cut our beards and wear platform shoes. They won't know the difference. I've even managed to get a hold of some clothes of the sort they wear. Right now the only way of survival is to blend in with them."
"You call that survival! Becoming just like the accursed Telmarines!"
"If it keeps my family alive it's worth it," he replied quietly, looking towards part of the cave where his family slept all huddled together. Rorgin looked away from his brother shaking his head and Fundle went on. "I expect I'll be able to get some work as a blacksmith." Rorgin looked up suddenly.
"You would even forge the very swords for our enemy to kill us with!"
"I won't make swords for them Rorgin. I'll make plough shares, axe heads... anything but weapons." Rorgin puffed his pipe and stared into the fire on the hearth. There was silence for a moment. "Please come with us," he said looking his brother in the eye. "Think of your family. There is no way you can stay hidden here."
"We'll take our chances."
"Have it you own way."
"Fundle," Rorgin said looking up "I wish you and your family all the best. I really do, and I hope this works out for you but I just... I can't do that."
"I understand."
"When are you leaving?"
"First light tomorrow."
"Then this is goodbye."
"Yes, I guess it is." They sat in silence a while longer then went to bed. In the morning they went their separate ways. A renegade Dwarf and a Narnian in hiding but firstly brothers where ever they might go.