The air passed through Pippin's hair as his pony rode him closer to
Moria. Ahead of him was Eldarion and behind him was Bilbo. The rode lead to
a rocky pass that lasted for two miles before they came to a small wooded
area filled mostly with pines and oaks. The aroma from the pines made the
day as good as it could been.
The company rested under a rather large pine, before they left again for their destination in Moria. 'Hollin approaches,' Eldarion announced, 'we should go on. Moria is not much further from there, a day's journey at the most,' he continued.
'Last one to Moria bathes the horses,' Bilbo shouted pressing his heels into the pony's sides. His pony jumped forward and with a burst of speed passed both Pippin and Eldarion.
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Merry awoke that night with an expectable ailment in his chest. Ham had been by his side the whole day and even the night before. Faramir had dropped in now and again.
'Ham, where's Pippin, and Bilbo; where's Faramir, and where's Eldarion?'
'Faramir is somewhere in Rivendell, for everyone else, they have left for Moria. They should be back in a month, and by that time that scratch will be totally healed. You should rest now. Either that or try to eat something.'
'I'm not hungry at this moment. I suppose I'll sleep,' Merry replied drowsily.
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Eldarion pulled into Hollin about ten, behind both Bilbo and Pippin. 'There are orcs around here,' Pippin reported to the prince, 'I can smell them.'
It was true. The stench in the air smelt very much like that of an orc, but would they have followed the two rings even to Moria. Or were they instead just searching to steal the one held by Gimli. It was all puzzling to Eldarion. 'You may want to prepare yourselves for this. It might get messy,' he said drawing his sword.
In spite of the sense of orcs around the party continued for Moria. A cold wind blew over the travelers as they got closer to the gates of Moria. It had been an hour and still they had spotted no orcs. The smell was still present however.
The bog around the entrance to Moria was well developed, having dwarves walking over planks to different parts of the swamp. It was like a small town over the bog, because of the houses on stilts and the few stores that were around.
Eldarion edged his horse over one of the planks but it refused, and instead reared up. 'The horses and ponies won't cross, we must tie them up somewhere.'
'Of what my father's told me dwarves aren't much of the horse riders and I see not one thing that would be suitable for holding our steeds,' Bilbo incited.
Eldarion dismounted and drove his blade into the dirt. 'Tie them here.'
Pippin and Bilbo tied the ponies up to the sword hilt and they all made their way to Moria. Eldarion turned bent down to Pippin and whispered, 'I think if the orcs attack here they're going to be in for a surprise. These dwarves look like formidable warriors and I've seen how they handle their axes. '
Pippin nodded. They walked to the gates of Moria and Eldarion muttered, 'Mellon'.
The gates opened and the three entered into the halls of Gimli. The mines of Moria. Eldarion addressed Bilbo and Pippin saying, 'This is where I must part from you friends. I will return in a while but until I do I want you to stay out of the dwarves way. If you can try to seek council with Gimli. It maybe forbidden to do so with the Dwarf Lord if not of dwarf ancestry in which case we will break and enter into his chamber. Tomorrow morning meet me at the gates.'
Bilbo spoke next, ' Are we to try to get the ring?'
'If you can yes. If not then do not try force.'
With that the companions parted. Eldarion walked into a hall leading deep into the mines. Something drew him there, maybe just wild faith, maybe Narsil, but he continued. As he continued down heat began to press against his face. The slope stopped in a chamber lighted by something that he could not see. He took another stride through a passageway and he saw what was lighting the hall, he also saw what was bringing the heat. Before him was a vast chamber of fire which he stood one-hundred feet above. Stone bridges went over the chamber accessing large plateaus stationed inside of the fire. Dwarves in light tunics passed over the bridges all seeming to be focused on one separate goal.
His eyes searched each plateau and found what he sought. On one of the larger plateaus was a metallurgy shop. Eldarion's feet carried him to the shop while his hand gripped Narsil, which was in a bag at his side. He entered.
A dwarf stood behind the counter and said, 'We don't get many men in here, what do you need?'
'I need you to fix this blade,' Eldarion said pulling out the hilt of Narsil and also placing the shards next to it. 'These are the shards of Narsil.'
The dwarf seemed to excite over this and said, 'Sir it'd be an absolute honor to work on a blade of such legend. Give me an hour.'
Eldarion nodded and left the building returning an hour later. The metallurgist was there and was smiling. 'I did it,' the dwarf said triumphantly. He bent under the counter and pulled up the sword of Isuldur, Narsil. Eldarion took the sword and examined the blade. The craftsmanship was perfect and the blade's beauty was entrancing. 'This is it. It is hole again. May I ask what your name is young dwarf.'
The dwarf replied, 'Eremor son of the Dwarf Lord Gimli.'
The company rested under a rather large pine, before they left again for their destination in Moria. 'Hollin approaches,' Eldarion announced, 'we should go on. Moria is not much further from there, a day's journey at the most,' he continued.
'Last one to Moria bathes the horses,' Bilbo shouted pressing his heels into the pony's sides. His pony jumped forward and with a burst of speed passed both Pippin and Eldarion.
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Merry awoke that night with an expectable ailment in his chest. Ham had been by his side the whole day and even the night before. Faramir had dropped in now and again.
'Ham, where's Pippin, and Bilbo; where's Faramir, and where's Eldarion?'
'Faramir is somewhere in Rivendell, for everyone else, they have left for Moria. They should be back in a month, and by that time that scratch will be totally healed. You should rest now. Either that or try to eat something.'
'I'm not hungry at this moment. I suppose I'll sleep,' Merry replied drowsily.
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Eldarion pulled into Hollin about ten, behind both Bilbo and Pippin. 'There are orcs around here,' Pippin reported to the prince, 'I can smell them.'
It was true. The stench in the air smelt very much like that of an orc, but would they have followed the two rings even to Moria. Or were they instead just searching to steal the one held by Gimli. It was all puzzling to Eldarion. 'You may want to prepare yourselves for this. It might get messy,' he said drawing his sword.
In spite of the sense of orcs around the party continued for Moria. A cold wind blew over the travelers as they got closer to the gates of Moria. It had been an hour and still they had spotted no orcs. The smell was still present however.
The bog around the entrance to Moria was well developed, having dwarves walking over planks to different parts of the swamp. It was like a small town over the bog, because of the houses on stilts and the few stores that were around.
Eldarion edged his horse over one of the planks but it refused, and instead reared up. 'The horses and ponies won't cross, we must tie them up somewhere.'
'Of what my father's told me dwarves aren't much of the horse riders and I see not one thing that would be suitable for holding our steeds,' Bilbo incited.
Eldarion dismounted and drove his blade into the dirt. 'Tie them here.'
Pippin and Bilbo tied the ponies up to the sword hilt and they all made their way to Moria. Eldarion turned bent down to Pippin and whispered, 'I think if the orcs attack here they're going to be in for a surprise. These dwarves look like formidable warriors and I've seen how they handle their axes. '
Pippin nodded. They walked to the gates of Moria and Eldarion muttered, 'Mellon'.
The gates opened and the three entered into the halls of Gimli. The mines of Moria. Eldarion addressed Bilbo and Pippin saying, 'This is where I must part from you friends. I will return in a while but until I do I want you to stay out of the dwarves way. If you can try to seek council with Gimli. It maybe forbidden to do so with the Dwarf Lord if not of dwarf ancestry in which case we will break and enter into his chamber. Tomorrow morning meet me at the gates.'
Bilbo spoke next, ' Are we to try to get the ring?'
'If you can yes. If not then do not try force.'
With that the companions parted. Eldarion walked into a hall leading deep into the mines. Something drew him there, maybe just wild faith, maybe Narsil, but he continued. As he continued down heat began to press against his face. The slope stopped in a chamber lighted by something that he could not see. He took another stride through a passageway and he saw what was lighting the hall, he also saw what was bringing the heat. Before him was a vast chamber of fire which he stood one-hundred feet above. Stone bridges went over the chamber accessing large plateaus stationed inside of the fire. Dwarves in light tunics passed over the bridges all seeming to be focused on one separate goal.
His eyes searched each plateau and found what he sought. On one of the larger plateaus was a metallurgy shop. Eldarion's feet carried him to the shop while his hand gripped Narsil, which was in a bag at his side. He entered.
A dwarf stood behind the counter and said, 'We don't get many men in here, what do you need?'
'I need you to fix this blade,' Eldarion said pulling out the hilt of Narsil and also placing the shards next to it. 'These are the shards of Narsil.'
The dwarf seemed to excite over this and said, 'Sir it'd be an absolute honor to work on a blade of such legend. Give me an hour.'
Eldarion nodded and left the building returning an hour later. The metallurgist was there and was smiling. 'I did it,' the dwarf said triumphantly. He bent under the counter and pulled up the sword of Isuldur, Narsil. Eldarion took the sword and examined the blade. The craftsmanship was perfect and the blade's beauty was entrancing. 'This is it. It is hole again. May I ask what your name is young dwarf.'
The dwarf replied, 'Eremor son of the Dwarf Lord Gimli.'