Journey to Erebor

Freezing Vibes

The snow-capped Grey Mountains were brooding and loomed over us. We gazed up at the bleak,rocky mountain range with a sense of awe. The mountains were wreathed in a cloud of grey,shimmering fog. It looked mysterious and creepy no wonder people feared it. There was no sun and we had no idea about the time but soon enough we reached the foot of the mountain. We prepared to move on foot. The warm chambers with good food and pints of golden ale in Moria made us home-sick. We moved on. To make matters better in this bitter cold, Fili began to sing,

Far from the mountains we travel

To seek a place to dwell,

Over ranges and rivers,

Away from our friends and well-wishers.

We trudged through the marshes,

Gave goblins some good bashes.

We journeyed in the waters and met our kin,

Merrymaking and talking with Balin!

Again we set out,

Thirsty for more dangers and perils without any doubt!

It was entertaining and cheery and lifted all our spirits. But the path was extremely dull and tedious just snow and fog everywhere.Far to the east we could see sunlight but that was a long way away.

We were all just walking and walking. The sky was pitch black and not a ray of sunlight could break through the black cloud ceiling. The air was heavy with moisture and dulled us. As we went further the ice began to thin and the surroundings became warm. There was even a cold stream rolling down the mountains. We camped there for a while and had food. The water was refreshing and cool. We filled out bottles and moved on again.

Our journey in the mountains were uneventful. On the high note,we were reachnig the end. We decided to settle there for the night. Pundin made a warm fire. It sucked out all the frigid air. It projected long shadows on the surrounding area. I watched the shadow dance to the music played by Fili from his flute. It was mesmerising and soon we all were in a deep slumber.

The next morning I woke up. There was something suspicious dwelling in the air. I rapidly had a glance and soon understood it. I quickly nudged Pundin who was too tired to wake up. I had no choice but had to pour the cold water from the nearby stream on his face. He was annoyed but when I revealed the reason, his face was as pale and white as my mithril sword. His pupils dilated and began to run as if he had been chased by a warg...