Namaarie- Farewell
Naugrim- Dwarf
Mela- Love
Chapter 4: The Iron Fist
Our tale progressed five hundred years from the last events. We begin our story with Tóki the great grandson of Slóp. Slóp produced four children Vali, Narr, Frár, and Hlèvangr. Vali married his sister Narr, and Frár married her brother Hlévangr. Frár produced no children with Hlévangr but Vali and Narr produced two children Ôlgi and Vitr. Vitr married his sister Ôlgi and produced two children. Thus producing Tóki and he married another Dwarven of not blood named Grür. So begins our tale.
Vitr bid his advice to Tóki, "The goblins have increased over the years my son, my father Vali told me all about it when the goblins were scarce. Then he told me a great tale of four Dwarves who brought ladies to our land. But my intention was to inform you that you must do something fast about these cursed goblins. What do you say my son?" Tóki said, "Agreed but wise father when shall we strike? It will not be easy for Gundabad is very far from our lands. It would be a challenge just to get there!" Vitr soothed, "Calm my son, there are other places to find vermin then Mount Gundabad. Just open your eyes and you will find goblin encampments; send out a scout unit as soon as possible."
A week later the scouts had reported a goblin encampment, "Sire we have found a legion or so of goblins. They are stationed in a city atop a mount down where River Nimrodel meets the Misty Mountains." Tóki acknowledged, "Good now assemble your troops and I will ride out with you all to rid them. Together we shall lay down our Iron Fist!" The Dwarf scouts bowed and left, Vitr crept from the shadows, "Good my son, now be sure to use your Archers, this is the first time they have seen action. We will see if they prove useful." Tóki headed and replied, "Okay, now father I would like you to take my seat here while I am gone. If I do not return you may choose a new King namaarie."
The next day set out ten thousand Dwarven warriors clad in Mithril chain mail that gleamed like the scales of a fish, each warrior was equipped with mithril battle axes and the archer divisions wielded yew bows and fired mithril tipped arrows, the Dwarves were also wearing studded leather leggings, the officers wore Adamant helmets and Adamant weapons. Tóki wore all Adamant chain armor and had a diamond encrusted into his helm. He also wields his custom axe named Gorgamin which was Elvish for fear. The army marched as one.
In one day they made it as far as the second peak before the set down for camp. As the Dwarves were cooking, smoking, drinking or whatever their bid may be, Tóki boomed, "Archers! Unstring your bows for they will break if they are constantly strung, that goes for all of you! Do not be too serious too much, spare time for fun and play now that doesn't mean to piddle around in times when seriousness is essential!"
In one full week the army reached the designated area with no losses whatsoever. But what would come of the day ahead when they attacked the goblin mountain top camp? The camp held about twelve thousand goblins, they weren't trained just battle hardened, yet on the Dwarven side they were trained and had experienced little battle if any.
Atop the hill sat the goblins clad in standard leather goblin mail and leather leggings, most of them wielded wooden oval shields and iron swords. They had one division of archers consisting of five hundred, while the Dwarves had one thousand and five hundred in their arsenal.
Dawn came along with a hail of arrows from the goblin camp. The Dwarves let loose their own volley as soon as the archers readied. Tóki ordered, "Up the hill! Decimate every goblin there! For Khazad-dûm!" The Dwarven force charged up the hair against the onslaught of zipping arrows. Slowly but surely the Dwarfs reached the summit. Axes drawn the stout men charged at the Goblin force, swinging and slashing their axes at every possible foul creature. Tóki swung to his right, beheading one axe, to the right cleaving a limb. Every swing took apart another goblin. Then the fire came, the Dwarven archers lit their arrows and fired them, after the camp was ablaze the arrows stopped completely, leaving the foot soldiers to finish them off. When the battle seemed all but over a taller, thicker goblin appeared and when he spoke all fell silent, "I challenge your leader, half men!" This enraged Tóki and stepped forward, axe dripping from the dark blood of goblin. The Dwarf said nothing as he stepped to the goblin, unscathed by his height and bulk. When ten feet away he stopped and shifted into a ready position. He waited for the goblin to hit first.
The blow came swift and sudden; it was an overhead strike, meaning to cleave the Dwarf in two. Luckily Tóki dodged to his right and dug his axe into the goblin's side, blood oozing freely now, the goblin raised his knee and jarred the Dwarf's head. He stumbled back to regain his composure, he drew a throwing axe and threw it at the goblin; the axe lodged itself into the head of the goblin.
The remained goblins were slain and the dead were piled in a huge heap, as for the slain Dwarves, they were buried in a mass grave, armor and all. Nine thousand five hundred Dwarves remained. After a few weeks the camp became operational again, for Dwarf use. On Tóki's last day they held a feast in celebration of their victory.
Four thousand followed Tóki home to Moria and the rest stayed behind to maintain the camp. The Dwarves dubbed the camp Naugrim Mela.
