Journey to Erebor

Interesting Discovery at the Moor

We had sailed a long distance yesterday night thanks to the wind. We reached the ancient kingdom of the trolls, Ettenmoors. Even centuries after the fall of Angmar the Ettenmoors remain as a place of terror and evil. Fell creatures roam in these wastes bidding their time until their age to rule comes. We decided to camp along the river and have breakfast. Later while cooking the older dwarf said he was Pundin son of Balin and the other was Fili nephew of Thorin. They shared information about their family with me. Pundin's father Balin had gone on a valiant quest along with several other dwarves to reestablish a kingdom in Moria. Fili said his brother Kili was now a master in dwarf runes and that he discovered nearly all the mighty spells used by their forebears.Fili was proud of his brother and so was Pundin.

While Pundin was busy preparing food, Fili and and I began exploring the moor. The lands were untamed and misty. A few grasses grew hither and thither and we could see grassy knolls too. It looked peaceful but this land had seen much bloodshed and has become an infestation of trolls. We walked until we reached a hill with an old, creaky,wooden door. It was locked but just a blow from Fili's sword was enough to break it. The dwelling was time-worn but it was obvious that humans once lived here not any troll or orc. There were many records and scrolls hand-written.Just then, we heard Pundin calling our names,I hastily gathered the parchments and dumped them in my bag. We ran out only to see a troop of orcs pillaging our provisions. Pundin was fighting, with his sword he dexterously outmaneuvered all the marauders. He was a skilled warrior, as I stood dazed Fili ran to his side and started loading the supplies into the boat. I quickly did the same and called Pundin aboard. We made a quick get-away and escaped.Our time in the moor was eventful.

We had our breakfast in the boat, rocking forward and backward rather uncomfortably.Later I took out the parchments and showed it to Pundin.The writings were of the common tongue, English.I later discovered that these were the writings of Arador a Dunedain whose son was Arathorn( Aragorn's father). Arador was murdered by the trolls in Ettenmoors and these words were written by him when he was in great peril,surviving amidst hideous trolls. I passed this information to the dwarves but they didn't show much interest. Anyways I stowed them back in my bag. If I ever meet Gandalf by chance or visit Gondor it could be of better use.

Pundin and Fili rowed all day and I was just watching the panaromic glades, the towering Misty Mountains and plain upland areas wheeling past me. By night fall we were close to the misty mountains and the river narrowed and it became impassable. We docked the boat and continued on foot. We were near the nadir of the Misty Mountains. We agreed to take the route through the Misty Mountains at dawn and to deep out today. Pundin later remarked that their kin had mined far into the Misty Mountains in search of Mithril and there was a pass through which one can reach the other side. I was intrested,I always wanted to see dwarven architecture and the extensive mines. And with that my day ended.