Elendor
An Audience with King Dain
And he rode in on a pony-drawn chariot of pure amethyst, with a keg and a pizza oven...
Sort Date: no date set
Location: Erebor
Description: Greathall of Thror
The splendour of this chamber is profound. The floors, walls, and ceiling are sheathed in solid silver, every square inch of it damascened in exotic scrolling patterns. Every aspect of this chamber is designed to make one feel small and humble before the might of the dwarven lords the scrollwork, the very angles of the place center on the dais at the end of the chamber, upon which is a throne formed from a single immense amethyst. From the great onyx door to the south runs a walkway of a smokey crystal, through which a bright light shines, iluminating the columns of alternating obsidian and jade that march through the chamber alongside. Behind the throne, embossed with gold on the silver wall is a scene depicting Eru sparing the Seven Fathers as the Valar Aule prepares to Smite them. Members of the Baruk Narag line the walkway and watch the exits, as well as any visitors to the chamber.
[Dain(#31050)] The gilt silver walls of the Greathall of Thror glimmer in the light of a hundred little lights from lantern and chandeliers, casting the great chamber in a dazzling light, even so deep within the mountain as it is. The intricate patterns along the walls give an air of antiquity to complement the grandness of the columns of obsidian and jade that march to the far end of the hall. All throughout are gathered crowds of dwarves speaking in hushed voices that nevertheless echo across the chamber and create a low din.
The amethyst throne is vacant at the moment, but the expectant glances in that direction and towards the warders of the Baruk Narag hint at what is coming. Whether to bring issues forth or simply to watch the open audience, the assembled await the arrival of the King Under the Mountain.
Ranol waits among the crowd, more than a bit nervous by the duty that his thane dumped upon him. He's learned a bit of diplomacy over the years, but representing Braldor before the -king- is more than he signed on for. He's made sure to get cleaned up before heading to the Greathall, wearing a nice shirt and breeches under his regular blue cloak. His hair and beard and washed and combed, for once. He hides his apprehension well, speaking politely to those he knows and waiting patiently.
[Warven(#26511)]
Among one of the many crowds is the Barazin Stonewight Warven, he is dressed in a simple but well kept clothing. A red shirt with golden colored buttons tucked into black pants with black boots, His fiery red beard is brushed out strait and long hanging below and covering his belt buckle, Upon his back with hood thrown back is his red cloak. Looking about the room this Dwarf appears to be studying the makings of this Great Hall, his eyes always climbing upwards to the high ceiling.
Moving closer to one of the great Obsidian columns, his eyes move back and forth taking all of the great architecture of the Great Hall. Seeing Huskarl Ranol out of the corner of his eye, the Stonewright slowly makes his way over towards the Dwarf and his small group, coming within a few paces he bows his head slightly and says in a calm, almost hushed voice "Good day Ranol"
[Hildis(#23062)] The Barazin clan is well represented today though the King holds his audiences on a regular basis, Hildis has a personal interest in the proceedings. Richly attired, she glows in Barazin red and black, the jet stones braided into her beard and thick hair, click discreetly as she moves. She stands to the side of the chamber, quietly composed, glancing occasionally at the vacant throne though her eyes wander more often in the direction of certain Bundazanul guard.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Good day, Ranol!" A familiar voice comes from somewhere behind and to the left of the Bundazanul guard, where Thari approaches him. She is dressed in rich and deep blue, accented in silver, beard and hair braided so thickly in sapphires that it's a wonder it all doesn't fall out. "You look nice today, don't you?" She glances toward the throne.
[Dain(#31050)] There is some movement at the end of the room and any lifted glances might see several of the Baruk Narag parting near the throne. A dwarf clad in a red and gold surcoat comes forward before the seat. He holds a gold-gilt pole, which he raises and raps three times smartly upon the floor. It makes a dull crack that quickly quiets the hall to a low whisper. In a loud, clear voice, the red and gold dwarf calls, "Hear all, hear all! Give your attention, your grievances and your joys to King Dain son of Nain, lord of the line of Durin and King Under the Mountain!"
And with that Dain himself appears, coming from between the parted Baruk Narag. He is unmistakeable, clad as only a king and marked by his great beard of white, truly the lord of the Longbeards. He walks upright and with pride, despite his many years, and gives a curt nod to the assembly before him as he mounts the dais. His face is grave, made moreso by stark silver brows, but there is a smile in his cheeks as he waves to his guards to allow the first dwarf forward.
[Hildis(#23062)] The King enters and heads lower as gracefully as windblown wheat, Hildis's gown spreads bell like around her as she curtseys. She straightens with a look of anticipation on her face as she searches the crowd for others from Barazin and catches sight of more her clan red and black. Discreetly she moves through the crowd towards Warven which places her not far behind Thari and Ranol.
Ranol hears his name twice, and almost suffers from whiplash trying to pick out faces to each voice. Warvin is waved to and Thari is given a warmer smile. At her compliment he grins, "Aye.. you think so? It's not as elegant as most, but I'm not here to beg for anything either.. I suppose." The huskarl sounds a bit on edge to those that know him, a nervousness around his eyes.
The bundazanul's attention is pulled away by the entrance of the king, and he watches in silence as the lordly dwarf enters the room.
[Warven(#26511)]
Hearing the words of the Red and gold adorned Dwarf the Stonewright Warven turns his head and hearing the announcement of the King his eyes dart towards the Great Thrown as his head is bowed, seeing the King take his seat the Stonewright attempts to return his eyes to the small group before him, that only lasting a brief moment before his eyes are once again looking towards the King Under the Mountain. Barely seeing Hildis Warven nods his head acknowledging her as she moves closer from across the Great and then looking back to the small group before him.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari's rich skirts spread as she curtsies (curtsies!) deeply toward the King. She arises, head tipped toward Ranol. "Do you suppose anyone has anything to bring to him?" she murmurs.
But already a pair of black-bearded dwarves are bowing, approaching the throne.
[Dain(#31050)] Dain sits at ease in his chair, erect and patiently waiting as the ceremony of the audience unfurls. Two Narag have taken up posts on either side of the amethyst throne, but they stand off a bit to give the king and whomever seeks his attention privacy. The red and gold dwarf, however, unlike his king behind him, seems to think himself supremely important, for he stands stiffly and with chin raised, holding up a hand to those pressing forward.
All ceremony, he intervenes in the path of the two black-bearded dwarves who approach and asks in a curt baritone, "State your names and business, sirs, if you please."
[Warven(#26511)]
Taking a deep breath the Barazin Stonewright begins to make his way towards the Great Thrown and the King Under the Mountain, as he moves he raises his chin, puff's his chest out, and pipes his hands upon his trousers, it looks as if he is going over a checklist in his head trying to not look a fool before the King. Coming up a small distance behind the two black bearded dwarves Warven halts and waits, his eyes moving back and forth looking about the Great Hall.
Ranol looks over to Thari as the crowd begins murmuring again in private conversations. "I need to speak with him." The huskarl says quietly, and makes no move to join the line yet that's forming. Perhaps nerves, perhaps a desire for some kind of timing? As Warven moves away, Ranol lifts his brows in surprise.
[Thari(#31038)]
The dwarf to the King's left has swept off his hood and is holding it to his chest, and the one to the right wears none. Otherwise they look remarkably similar.
"Bimbur, son of Binur, and it is a matter of inheritance," the dwarf on the left says deferentially.
"Bolur, son of Binur," says the other more confidently. "I am sorry this is brought to your attention, as the will is quite clear."
[Dain(#31050)] The red and gold dwarf looks mildly perturbed, for some reason likely of his own fussy nature, but Dain sits forward some and waves the two come closer. "Well met, Bimbur and Bolur, sons of Binur," says the king, his voice a gravelly rumble. After the greeting, however, his voice drops to a more conversational level, so as to keep the details of the grievance from reaching the hall as a whole. "A matter of inheritance," he states plainly, nodding with a straight face and a natural frown. "Master Bolur, you seem assured of your side, state the matter and then we shall see what your brother has to say."
[Hildis(#23062)]
Hildis slides up next to Thari and whispers, "Are you going to see the King, too?"
[Thari(#31038)]
"You do?" Thari murmurs to Ranol, hardly paying any attention to what is going on before the throne. "Why?"
Hildis catches her eye. She smiles, then mutely shakes her head. Sapphires sparkle in her wood-gold hair.
[Warven(#26511)]
Patiently waiting in the now growing line Warven glances backwards for a moment and then returns his gaze back towards the thrown, once again he glances backwards this time spotting Hildis and giving her a nervous look before looking back to the front of the Hall and staring at one of the great columns.
[Thari(#31038)]
Bolur bows deeply, and Bimbur does so a moment later. "Thank you, your majesty," he says in a deep, smooth voice. "Our father, Mahal saved him, is now deceased and has left our family's home to me. I am the eldest and he has written this intention into his will, which I do have with me if you desire to look at it." Again he bows, pulling out now a folded piece of yellowed parchment.
Bimbur's brows draw together worriedly and his lips press together.
"Business for Braldor.." Ranol responds, and gives Hildis a tentative smile as she joins them. He asks in a soft voice, "Hildis.. do you know what Warven seeks?"
[Dain(#31050)] The king's silver brows lift in interest as Bolur speaks, but his gaze is frank and intent, neither accepting nor rejecting the story laid before him. He accepts the yellowed parchment offered him and spends a moment briefly perusing it. "Master Bimbur," Dain says finally, now looking up. "You contest this?"
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis's smile is warm and encouraging for Ranol, she acknowledges Thari's head shake with a nod as well. her voice is low as she answers, "I think it will be the new chamber that Barazin came upon while mining."
[Thari(#31038)]
Indeed, the will is quite clear, though the paper and the date upon it are some decades old. The home was to be left to Bolur.
Bimbur bows again. "Your majesty, my brother has not seen our father for a very long time. I am the younger, it is true, but I was the one taking care of my father at the end. I live in our family's home with my wife and our children. Our father stated at the end that the home would be left to me, but no will more recent has yet been found. I am near certain that it must have been written, for he said that he would."
"Or he may not have," Bolur says with another bow. "Or perhaps you misunderstood what he meant. It is a bad thing to disregard a dwarf's will."
Bimbur says nothing to this, but presses his lips together again.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Where is Braldor?" Thari asks, searching over the chamber. "Why would he not come himself?"
"I .." Ranol takes a moment of careful thought. "I suppose because Lord Gimli approached me on the business first and Braldor felt I could see to it." The young descendant of Dwanor explains, which means he doesn't know the exact reasoning. He reaches his hand up to run through his hair, then stops himself and drops his hand again to his side, sighing.
[Dain(#31050)] "Aye, it is no small thing to disregard a dwarf's will," Dain says, nodding gravely as he peers at Bimbur. "Did your father make his intentions clear to any other than yourself? When did he proclaim that he would write another will? Have you taken this matter to the courts?"
But the elder king is not so one-sided, for lest Bolur should believe his case all but signed, Dain turns his dark gaze upon the older brother. "When did you last see your father, Master Bolur? And what kept you from his side for so long? He who expects to receives his father's goodwill has also an expectation encumbant upon him to fulfill the rightful duties of a son."
[Warven(#26511)]
Reaching behind his cloak Warven retrieves a rolled up parchment and holds it out infront of him, unrolling a few inches and looking at it for a few moments before rolling it back up and holding it at his side. Looking about the Great Hall once more his obvious tension beginning to subside as he unrolls the parchment once more, looking directly to his left he glares at a brown bearded Dwarf and waves him over with a loud sigh.
[Thari(#31038)]
"No, I have not yet brought this to the courts," the softer-spoken Bimbur says. "Father's intentions were known to my wife, but my sons are too young to have known of the matter." As Bimbur mentions his children, Bolur sighs and lifts his eyes upward.
"It has been, as my brother said, some time since I have seen my father," the elder says deferentially, bowing again. "I did not wish to follow his trade in my younger days."
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis has her own thoughts on why Ranol would be representing his clan before the King and looks at him proudly. She tiptoes to see over the other dwarves heads and glimpses Warven preparing himself. "What clan are those to in?" she whispers.
[Dain(#31050)] Dain's eyes silently follow Bolur as the older brother bows again, but other than thoughtful run a hand through his white beard, he says nothing. "You have not answered my question, Master Bolur. How long since you last saw your father? And why? A son may not share his father's trade, yet pay the respect due to the parent still." Turning to Bimbur, he continues. "Only your wife knew of your father's changed intention? No others? What other assets does he leave behind?"
The dwarf that Warven waves over returns the glare with a sharp expression of his own. He approaches swiftly to join the stonewright in the line, crossing his arms over his chest. "I cannae believe ye brought this to the King, Barazin. Evidence as always of the bigger clans trying to push their weight around." This is Nordin of Zinbar, and he reaches to try and snatch the parchment from Warven.
[Thari(#31038)]
"He was... quite emphatic about it," Bolur tells the King in a diplomatic tone. "And would not accept my choice."
"This disagreement was seventy years ago," Bimbur finally speaks up on the matter, speaking directly to his brother. "Father tried to invite you over several times but you would have none of it!" His head turns to the king and he bows again. "I do not know that my Father spoke of it with others. His other assets were divided among the relations, and the furnishings of the home were to stay with the home."
"It has been a long time since Father last invited me." Bolur allows himself a low growl of a reply.
[Warven(#26511)]
As the Zinbar tries to snatch the map Warven holds it back from him and pushes him back with his shoulder and says in growl "If it wasn't for us taking pity upon you and teaching you the proper ways of mining you would of never of even been in -our mines- during the discovery" Holding the map out so they he can see it he then add's in "Were you even among the digging party Nordin? I don't remember seeing you there"
Ranol gives Hildis a soft shrug, "I did not hear.." He answers, and his eyes wander over the Baruk Narag in search for Gimli. That is the real reason for his stalling.
[Dain(#31050)] "Have you a wife or children, Master Bolur?" the king asks simply.
[Thari(#31038)]
Bolur bows again. "No. Like so many of our kin, I have not been able to marry."
"I was there as ye well know, Warven. And there ye go again, pleading a smaller clan as a charity case." Nordin growls quietly, "Teaching a dwarf how to be mining? Ye will see how well ye do with things when the Zinbar isn't providing leather fer all yer tools, gloves, and hundreds of other things."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Look," Thari whispers to Ranol and Hildis, nudging the Huskarl in the arm and nodding toward Warven. "Those two are shoving each other! RIght in front of the King!"
[Dain(#31050)] Dain sits back, his elbows propped up on the sides of his throne and his fingers laced together in thought. He frowns, then purses his lips, dark eyes skirting between the two brothers until he finally sits forward again and speaks, firmly this time, as if passing judgment. "Master Bimbur, you have no objective proof of your father's change of heart. Master Bolur, you acknowledge that you have been long estranged from your father."
That much is a statement, but the elder king goes on. "Master Bolur, the will of a dwarf of Erebor is a fact of law and you are right to claim that it should be upheld at the utmost. But there are laws among our people also that are not consigned to paper, for they are part of the very fabric of our honour and loyalty. And among these is the respect due to those responsible for your very being. It has been long since your father's last invitation, but it is equally encumbant upon you to heal the breach, especially if you expected to be the beneficiary of your father's estate.
[Dain(#31050)] He shift his gaze now as if to address both brothers. "Master Bolur, you have no wife or children to provide for, your brother does. But Master Bimbur, you have as much an obligation to your brother as to your family, for he is your blood and once your father's heir. This is my decision. The home shall remain in the keeping of Bimbur and his family. In the event that Master Bolur should marry and produce an heir, it will pass to said heir upon Master Bimdur's death, else it shall pass to whomever Master Bimbur declares his heir. However, in the event that Master Bolur - maintaining a living to the utmost of his abilities - should nevertheless fall into straights, it will be Master Bimbur's responsibility to see that he not be left destitute, and more than that, that he should enjoy a quality of living at least equal to his brother's."
[Warven(#26511)]
Shaking his head in disgust the Barazin Stonewright sighs and says "I do not wish to take anything from you or your Clansmen or start a feud, I just want to claim what is rightfully ours, Barazin." Pointing to a spot upon the map "It was right here that my Hammer broke though the wall and opened up the chamber, I do not deny that you were near and helped with widening of the entrance once I called for assistance." Looking the Zinbar in the eyes "You know good and well that chamber belongs to Barazin"
[Thari(#31038)]
The brothers are still as Dain speaks, watching him, and when he is done, they both bow low before him again. "Thank you, your Majesty," says Bimbur gratefully.
"Thank you," Bolur echoes, slightly grudging but still respectful, "For hearing our case, Majesty." They turn to go.
[Hildis(#23062)]
The Barazin maiden starts to shift from foot to foot as she watches it warm up between Warven and the Zinbar, "Who is he? And what is he doing to Warven? The nerve!"
"Given that yer miners outnumber ours ten to one, it's ain't a surprise that ye had a higher chance of finding a new chamber." Nordin shakes his head, "We will see what the king has to say." The Zinbar insists, grumbling softly under his breath about Barazin.
[Warven(#26511)]
Watching as the two brothers depart Warven looks up to the King and nervously waits to be called forth with the Zinbar, rolling up the map and standing up tall he takes a deep breath and waits for his turn to speak with the King.
[Dain(#31050)] Dain nods lightly as the two brothers give their thanks to the king and he gives a final deep nod as they turn to depart. Then he laces his hands together and places them over his lap, waiting for the next seeking audience. A little over a quarter of an hour crawls by as he speaks with those before him, sometimes smiling, sometimes grave, once downright disapproving. But finally Warven and the Zinbar beside him come to the front of the line and the red and gold dwarf once again steps forth to stall their approach. "State your names and business, sirs," he huffs. Dain sits forward, gnarled fingers firmly gripping the sides of his throne as he looks down upon the two.
The Zinbar steps forward immediately and bows before the king, trying to get the upper hand on the Barazin. "Nordin, son of Noldin, of Clan Zinbar." The dwarf states proudly. "There is a dispute regarding rights to a new chamber that was discovered."
[Gimli(#30149)] From the back of the hall a group of six dwarves comes, and the Narag surrounding the King stand at attention, for Gimli comes at the fore. The son of Gloin comes attired with gleaming mail on his body and a richly decorated helmet covering his head, and his dark eyes sweep the crowd gathered in audience with the king. Clearly, any misbehavior would not escape him, and it'd be dealt with most speedily, as his stony face can attest.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Do you know why Warven's up there?" Thari murmurs to Hildis, the jewels in her hair glinting as she shifts her head to look. "Are you good friends with Warvis?"
[Hildis(#23062)] "Nay, not good friends but I know him because he has an excellent hand at stone cutting and works with my brother." She stands just behind Thari glancing up at the dais and whispering. "But those Zinbar...Barazin discovered the chamber. the King is just and he will make a good decision. Oh, Lord Gimli!"
[Warven(#26511)]
Finally after what seemed and eternity for the Barazin Stonewright he is called forward, stepping forward he bows before the king, his beard just missing the polished floor. Letting the Zinbar speak he raises and says "Your majesty, I am Warven HeavyHammer, Son of Warken, of Barazin." Pausing he unrolls the map and continues "As Master Nordin said, the dispute is indeed on the claim of a chamber found, found in Barazin mines by myself personally."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Is he a neighbor of yours?" Thari asks Hildis next. "Of course it should go to Barazin." Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Those Zinbar. Always eager to bring things before the courts and the King." She shakes her head, frowning.
Ranol has been standing quietly near Hildis and Thari, watching the proceedings with some interest. When Lord Gimli arrives the huskarl brightens, some of his stress alleviated by the presence of the champion.
[Dain(#31050)] As with all that have already gone before him, Dain's expression is unreadable, merely intent and no more indicative of his thoughts than are his questions. He puts out a hand to see the map. "What sort of chamber has been found?" he says first, eyes flicking up at the movement of a group of Baruk Narag. The son of Gloin is recognised and Dain briefly nods to his younger cousin, but he quickly turns his attention back to the two dwarves before him.
"It was found by you, Master Warven? What was your part in the finding, Master Nordin?" The king looks between the two, brows lifted, white beard bunching at his throat. "Do you acknowledge that the chamber is in a Barazin-owned mine?"
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis leans forward, "I bet he will call you up there anyway, Ranol. And no, not a close neighbor though I have seen him more lately since my brother decided he did not want to be a trader. We /are/ proud of himm for his discovery!"
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli acknowledges Hildis by a curt nod, as he takes station to the right of Dain, a bit behind the ancient King. To Ranol another nod is given, and then the Narag Champion again sweeps the crowd with his eyes.
Nordin smoothes his brown beard with his hand and speaks clearly, chin held high to face the king without apprehension. "Your majesty, the mine is Barazin's, aye, but the Zinbar be helping them with clearing it, and it was Zinbar that chose the tunnel that Master Warven was mining within. That he be the one to break through be of little consequence. We have an agreement with Barazin, equal shares of all that be found."
Ranol bows when Gimli looks his way, and then his attention goes to the two speaking with the king. Warven is a friend of his and Ranol is interested in seeing how the dispute will turn out.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Frarin hasn't said one thing about this dispute," Thari says now to Hildis and Ranol. "I wish he would have come!" she murmurs in an exasperated tone while watching Warven and Nordin. "But he wasn't interested. Of course not."
[Warven(#26511)]
Hearing the words of the King Warven steps forward and hands him the map, stepping back once more and letting the King finish speaking, as he finishes "Your Majesty, it was my Hammer stroke that broke through the stone wall opening the chamber." Letting Nordin cut in Warven wait and continues with "We allowed ten of clan Zinbar to work within our mines to show good faith on our recent leather trade agreement. As for a Zinbar choosing the mine that is false, I myself followed the vein of iron for over two months of digging with no help from any Zinbar."
Stopping to let his word sink in for a moment he continues with "As for an agreement on equal share, that is an exaggeration the agreement was seventy-thirty, on the grounds that a Zinbar discovered something alone"
"Why would Frarin necessarily know about it, Thari? Warven had mentioned the mining to me, but I did not know of a dispute either.." Ranol answers softly in a mild tone, lifting a brow at his cousin.
[Hildis(#23062)] "Oh, dear," Hildis whispers anxiously. "I had no idea he would hear me." A flush creeps up her face as she curtsies hurriedly to Lord Gimli and then tries to make herself smaller. But she can't resist a last whisper. "Frarin would be perfect here."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Frarin knows more about the goings-on of his clan than I do," Thari answers Ranol, starting to sound a bit proud now in her murmurs. "He's an ambassador, you know, a very important dwarf."
She glances toward Gimli as Hildis curtsies and then belatedly adds a curtsy of her own.
[Dain(#31050)] At the mention of an agreement, Dain's dark eyes shift from Nordin to Warven in question and the stonewright soon explains. "Nay, Master Nordin is right, Master Warven. Unless you have some contract or investment in the mines yourself, the find belongs to no particular dwarf, for it may have been either one or the other to come across it first."
He turns now to Nordin. "However, Master Nordin, your clan's supposed agreement with Barazin may change that. Do you acknowledge that those were the terms, as Master Warven has laid them out?"
Nordin looks over at Warven with an incredulous expression on his face. "We were speaking of that tunnel before ye ever sought to follow the iron, Master Warven! Remember when we all discussed -jointly- what ideas we be having? And explain to me how a Zinbar be to ever discover something alone when ye have dozens of yer kin to our ten? So the size of a clan ever be playing into shares?"
Belatedly the Zinbar recalls that he's standing before the king, and looks back at Dain with a hasty bow. "Yer majesty, Zinbar's understanding was that the shares be equal."
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli watches over the crowd and listens as the King deals justice. Clearly, to be so near one so wise and old as Dain is a privilege, and Gimli would learn all he can from the Dwarf King. Also, he seems to have something to address himself, for he taps his foot a couple of times as Warven and Nordin bring their quarrel forth.
[Warven(#26511)]
Letting the Zinbar speak Warven waits until he is finished and then says "Nordin, I do not like it when one lies, and if you look at the map, it clearly shows where you and your clansmen wanted to start digging which you marked with large X, and we let you dig where you would. Your Majesty, if you would look at the map you will see the marking is on the far other side of our mines, the large circle -O- is my mark and that is where I started digging, which is where I found the vein of Iron and then followed it too the chamber I later discovered."
Looking to the Zinbar Warven says in a rough tone "Nordin, your clansmen were invited into our mines, we were both there when the deal was struck and seventy-thirty was what was decided due to the numbers of Barazin miners to Zinbar miners"
[Dain(#31050)] "Master Nordin, you will control yourself," says Dain firmly without raising his voice or speaking sharply, but his look towards the Zinbar is grave. "The size of a clan matters not it was Zinbar working in a Barazin mine and the difference in work forces owes to no other foundation than that, Master Nordin." He falls silent as he turns his gaze on the map, quietly perusing it with a frown and stitched brows. Finally with a sigh he looks up.
"Zinbar understood that the shares were to be equal, Barazin that they were not. There is no written document of this agreement, I assume? In which case it matters not who dug where or what because the agreement has been interpreted differently by each party. As this is the case, the default must go to Barazin, in whose mines the discovery was made. If you wished to ensure your share, Master Nordin, the details of the agreement should have been better clarified and put to paper. It is the responsibility of the stakeholders in such cases to ensure that their interests are protected. Whether Master Warven speaks true or not, he is correct in that Zinbar was invited into mines that were not its own, and in that must the solution be found."
Nordin bows his head when the king tells him to control himself, but the rebuffed attitude doesn't last long. Soon the Zinbar is stammering, searching for words to better defend himself. He opens his mouth several times, but ultimately remains silent, bowing low to the king. "Yes, yer excellence, as ye say. We Zinbar will be sure to make a more reliable, written agreement in the future." The dwarf looks ready to chew stones, but he speaks respectfully.
[Warven(#26511)]
Letting the Zinbar speak Warven bows to the King and says "Thank you your Majesty" standing once more the Barazin Stonewright looks to the Zinbar and gives him a respectful nod before stepping forward to retrieve his map from the King, waiting to be handed the map he looks over his shoulder for a moment before looking back to face the King.
[Hildis(#23062)]
Straining to hear the decision handed down Hildis nearly loses her balance leaning forward. A large smile spreads over her face though as she sees the jubilant expression of her fellow Barazin kept well in check as he bows respectfully to the King. "The King is very just," she murmurs.
[Dain(#31050)] "Barazin would do well to put into writing its future agreements as well, Master Warven," Dain continues, shifting his gaze away from the simmering Nordin. "Else future disagreements like this will sow the seeds of discontent amongst the clans, which is not well." He is silent a brief moment, almost as if about to send the two on their way, but some thought tugs a smile at one corner of his mouth and turns to look back at Nordin from under silver brows. "And if you are so displeased with my decision, Master Nordin, then take better care in presenting a reasonable case rather than heated words in the future when you come before me. Good day, sirs."
[Warven(#26511)]
"Yes your Majesty, I will ensure that myself" Bowing low once more the Barazin Stonewright retrieves his Map and begins to move away from the audience area, where another group of dwarves has already began to assemble. As he walks a very distinctive approving smile can be seen upon his face, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Slowly he makes his way further down and seeing his fellow Barazin Hildis he smiles wide for a brief moment and then continues to make his way over towards her.
Nordin bows to the king again, "Aye, yer majesty. Wise and just words. Thank ye." The Zinbar doesn't look smug, as Warven does. Instead he departs as swiftly as curtesy will allow, no doubt to report back to his clansmen.
----------------------------------------------
Scene paused, picked up later in the day.
----------------------------------------------
Private Audience Chamber
Small enough to be personal in its atmosphere, yet large enough to convey the grandness and power of the Heirs of Durin, this antechamber is set to accomodate limited gatherings of Khazad wishing to speak with the Uzbad concerning personal matters. Only one chair is placed in the room a high backed, gem-decorated wooden seat for the King. No desk is set before it, or any other barrier between the king and those seeking audience. The well polished stone walls and floors, cut from the living rock of the Mountain, reflect the light of hidden lamps to the key angles in the room, illuminating the faces of any who enter. Decorations, though somewhat few, are all of immeasureable wealth and craftsmanship. A few set gems or stones, tapestries, and arms and armour adorn the walls and stands around the chamber. Still and silent in the corners are some of the elite Baruk Narag soldiers: the personal guards to the King.
[Frarin(#31050)] Nearly three hours after the start of the king's open audience, it has ended and the crowds dispersed, some pleased, some not so much. The lights are dimmed in the Greathall of Thror and the number of Narag reduced, but only because these elite guards have moved. They stand now in the small(er) private audience chamber of the king, silent sentinals in each corner and along the walls. And it is into that chamber that the king himself now enters.
The silver door is pulled open and the hidden lamps in the room reflect now upon Dain's lined face and white beard rather than the nervous features of some visitor or another. The elder monarch walks as straight and proud as he has sat for some three hours in the greathall beyond, but there is a touch of weariness in his eyes as he enters the private audience chamber, a host of kingly tagalongs following for some reason or another. Dain says not a word, however, and makes for the bejewelled chair instead.
[Gimli(#30149)] Behind Dain strides Gimli, the light of the lamps caught on his gleaming dwarf-mail and on his dark eyes. The Narag Champion nods as the King's own takes their appointed places, standing at attention as the wizened King makes for his jewelled throne. Gimli strides with pride of being in such proximity to his King and kin, knowing that in Dain's shoulders rest the future of this Kingdom, and marvelling at how the aged King manages the affairs of the clans.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain settles comfortably into his chair, ignoring others that take up various posts around the room or near the door. When he is adjusted, he adopts much the same stance as he had maintained during the open audience, with elbows propped against the arms of his chair and fingers laced before him in a contemplative manner. After only a moment, however, he waves towards Gimli, indicating the younger dwarf come forward. "Come, cousin," he says in that gravelly voice. "You have a matter you wish to discuss?"
[Gimli(#30149)] Indeed, Gimli has not taken his usual post behind the throne, but rther has remained before it, as a supplicant that comes for the King's favor. As dain speaks, Gimli's eyes go to those gathered about him, and nods to Ranol of bundazanul, gesturing for the huskarl to join him in front of the King. "Indeed, O Dain, father of us all, I come to you with a proposal, awaiting that in your wisdom you will weight it and, if you deem it, ordering it to be carried out", he says, as he stands before the old King, his eyes now on the jewelled throne's occupant.
Ranol follows Gimli, his stride less assured as he fights to keep his nerves under control. The huskarl -almost- looks calm to observers, but there's a tenseness clinging to him that belies his normal more relaxed attitude about things. When Gimli gestures him forward, Ranol takes a deliberate slow breath, then moves forward to join the Baruk Narag. He immediately bows low before the king, but says nothing as he's more than happy to let the dwarf champion do the talking.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain's silver brows lift in interest and he adopts a thoughtful frown, carefully watching Gimli as the champion speaks. He nods briefly, blinking slowly as he sits forward. His dark eyes flick to Ranol, who receives a nod of acknowledgement, though he has not been introduced. "I believe I know your proposal, Gimli," says the king. "But speak it, if you will."
[Gimli(#30149)] "It has been many a year, O King", Gimli says, as he looks to Dain intently, "since we have joined with our neighbors to celebrate the Battle of the Five Armies, with which we retook what was rightfully ours and, by the might and valor of us and our neighbors, you sit upon the thgrone of Erebor." Gimli pauses for a moment, trying to decide how to go further with his argument. "Also, we have a cause of concern, for in the darkness of Mirkwood still stands the dark fortress of Sarn Goriwing, which is a thorn on our side and that of our friends and allies", he adds. "So, after discussing this with several clansdwarves, including your advisor Braldor, we thought it might be a fine time to call our friends to come and celebrate the Battle of the Five Armies, and while having them here, perhaps convince them of an attack to Sarn Goriwing, so that we may remove the orcs and trolls and dark minions of the Shadow that inhabit there. Huskarl Ranol of Bundazanul stands here to show the clan's support of this", he adds, and then bows to Dain.
Ranol listens, standing unmoving as the champion lays out his plan. When Gimli mentions his name the huskarl is stricken with a moment of panic as he tries to figure out whether he should say something or not. He bows low again and nods his head as he speaks in a forced calm. "Yes, your highness." It's completely lame, he's sure of it.. and has a feeling he's going to get hassled by the Narag when next they share the training floor.. Can huskarl's melt through a stone floor?
[Frarin(#31050)] The king returns Gimli's bow with a deep nod, but is silent directly following the champion's short speech. He frowns still in thought, letting his gaze drift so that he almost appears to sleep, but he does not. For when Dain looks up again his gaze is sharp under his silver brows and he draws a breath. "A celebration of the Battle of the Five Armies is well indeed it is too long now since the good peoples of the Wilderland have gathered together as we did that day."
He falls silent again, this time eyes flicking to Ranol again. "Well met, Master Ranol, I have heard your name before. Prithee, mind you continue your good work for your Thane, he is a valued advisor of mine." Looking back to Gimli, Dain continues. "You may recall, cousin, that our people carried out war against Sarn Goriwing nearly some twenty years past and for all of our blood shed, the black fortress stands still. The forest of Mirkwood grows darker with every moment and the dwarves do not increase in number. How would such a campaign now differ any from that twenty years gone?"
[Gimli(#30149)] "Truly you speak, my King, yet this time perhaps we can convince Thranduil's elves to join our cause more fully", Gimli replies, nodding. "Nigh on twenty years ago we set forth to confront the darkness of the woods, yet we did not prevail. But only a handful of Thranduil's subjects joined us on that titanic endeavor, and hence we did not prevail. Yet, with the help of the bardings and their stout hearts and glittering blades, the elves and their bows, and the people of Beorn who have also a stake on this... with all our forces combined, how can we fail? yet we need to ensure an alliance is formed, and that all see the danger that the dark fortress poses for all of us", he adds, moving his hands vehemently as he speaks.
When the king looks fully on him, Ranol doesn't immediately realize that Dain is speaking to him. It's a delayed reaction of startlement, his blue eyes widening at the words, and the huskarl again is uncertain of whether he is supposed to speak or not. Somehow he manages to decide, and speaks in a soft rumble, "Yes, your highness, I will try to the best of my ability."
Ranol looks over at Gimli when he goes on to speak with passion about the plan. He hesitates, then adds in his opinion. "There are new threats in the lands that all I have spoken to worry of when I mention them. Orcs and trolls that do not fear the light of the sun, and other things more foul. Your majesty, it is possible that these new dangers will give our allies more cause to commit to this fight."
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain nods briefly again, now dropping his laced fingers to his lap as first Gimli, then Ranol speak. "You both speak true," he rumbles. "Even twenty years ago, the world was much different than it is today. You were both on the ill-fated expedition that returned last fall, I believe. But the dwarves are too few to take on the might of Sarn Goriwing alone. We must have the support of arms of the Bardings and the Beornings, but most especially we must have King Thranduil's people in this alliance. There is no hope in Mirkwood without their assistance and I will not sanction the loss of life such as Erebor suffered twenty years past without assurance of the woodelves' aid."
He looks hard at Ranol, the lines of his brow bunched grimly. "Orcs and trolls that do not fear the sun, I have had news of these creatures. Yet more evidence of the foul brewings in that dark wood. They have left the comfort of their forest home before and I cannot believe they are not beyond doing so again."
With a grim nod and frown, Dain gives his assent to Gimli. "You have my consent, cousin. Erebor can wait no more for the enemy to creep forth at its will. What forces can you gather from Erebor and Emyn Engrin? And what do you hope to gather from our allies? They have been as hard pressed as we of late."
[Gimli(#30149)] "I know of the woes of the Beornings, assailed from East and West, yet the bardings have had relative peace, as do the people of Thranduil", Gimli replies. "But what might of arms they will lend I do not know, and that is why I propose to get them here, so that we may know if they support this cause and, if so, the numbers we can count on to embark upon this route. So... shall I go forth and call the Bardings, Beornings, and thranduil's Folk to Erebor?", he adds, and his dark eyes look unwaveringly to Dain.
Ranol stands silent again, watching the king as well to see what decision the ancient ruler makes. The huskarl's hands are clenched tightly at his sides, but only to keep himself from fidgeting and looking a bigger fool.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain nods, eyes closing as he thinks. His fingers form a triangle, the lines around his mouth darkening in deep thought. Finally he sighs heavily and opens his eyes, nodding again to Gimli. "Send envoys to all three, to meet in Erebor and Dale come the first day of September. We shall celebrate the anniversary of the Five Armies a month early, but if we are to discuss war, the sooner before winter the better. Ensure that the envoys convey -both- an invitation to festivities and to discuss the future of this Wilderland in which we live."
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli bows low as Dain speaks. "You command, my King!", he says, as he staightens. "I shall go myself to convey this message to all our friends and allies in Wilderland, and woe to those dark things that live in Mirkwood when we finally come to them with our axes!", he calls. "By your leave, Sire, i shall leave now, and prepare everything for the trip", he adds.
Ranol echoes Gimli's bow, starting to feel relief as this nerve-wracking meeting is nearly complete. Durin knows what the Bundazanul would do if he ever had -personal- business that needed the king's attention.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain nods again and this time stands as Gimli bows. For all his ancient years, the king holds his chin with an air of grim pride, of resigned courage, to have doubtlessly condemned so many of his people to death in the hope of achieving a greater victory for all. "Travel swiftly and safely, Gimli. Our allies will need all the time they can if they are to come prepared to agree to war. We may yet see that blight upon Rhovanion banished forever. Fare thee well, cousin!"
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli bows deep once more, the tip of his beard brushing the floor. "I shall leave tomorrow then, my King, and make our foes woe the day they dared trespass so clos to our home!", he says, and then, after another bow, turns and leaves the king's audience chamber.
Ranol is already moving back as the king is standing, bowing himself several times and departing. He makes a decided mental note to disappear from the mountain the next time Braldor has business to be conducted with Dain.
[Frarin(#31050)] With a last nod to the two departing soldiers, Dain returns to his seat, the weariness still evident in his eyes, but a set to his jaw that betrays the grim decision that he has just made. The chamber is silent for a time after Gimli and Ranol are gone, perhaps stunned or still digesting this development. War. Still, politics are hardly so soft-hearted and it is not long before a press of others continue seeking private audience with the king. Alas, no rest for the weary.
The splendour of this chamber is profound. The floors, walls, and ceiling are sheathed in solid silver, every square inch of it damascened in exotic scrolling patterns. Every aspect of this chamber is designed to make one feel small and humble before the might of the dwarven lords the scrollwork, the very angles of the place center on the dais at the end of the chamber, upon which is a throne formed from a single immense amethyst. From the great onyx door to the south runs a walkway of a smokey crystal, through which a bright light shines, iluminating the columns of alternating obsidian and jade that march through the chamber alongside. Behind the throne, embossed with gold on the silver wall is a scene depicting Eru sparing the Seven Fathers as the Valar Aule prepares to Smite them. Members of the Baruk Narag line the walkway and watch the exits, as well as any visitors to the chamber.
[Dain(#31050)] The gilt silver walls of the Greathall of Thror glimmer in the light of a hundred little lights from lantern and chandeliers, casting the great chamber in a dazzling light, even so deep within the mountain as it is. The intricate patterns along the walls give an air of antiquity to complement the grandness of the columns of obsidian and jade that march to the far end of the hall. All throughout are gathered crowds of dwarves speaking in hushed voices that nevertheless echo across the chamber and create a low din.
The amethyst throne is vacant at the moment, but the expectant glances in that direction and towards the warders of the Baruk Narag hint at what is coming. Whether to bring issues forth or simply to watch the open audience, the assembled await the arrival of the King Under the Mountain.
Ranol waits among the crowd, more than a bit nervous by the duty that his thane dumped upon him. He's learned a bit of diplomacy over the years, but representing Braldor before the -king- is more than he signed on for. He's made sure to get cleaned up before heading to the Greathall, wearing a nice shirt and breeches under his regular blue cloak. His hair and beard and washed and combed, for once. He hides his apprehension well, speaking politely to those he knows and waiting patiently.
[Warven(#26511)]
Among one of the many crowds is the Barazin Stonewight Warven, he is dressed in a simple but well kept clothing. A red shirt with golden colored buttons tucked into black pants with black boots, His fiery red beard is brushed out strait and long hanging below and covering his belt buckle, Upon his back with hood thrown back is his red cloak. Looking about the room this Dwarf appears to be studying the makings of this Great Hall, his eyes always climbing upwards to the high ceiling.
Moving closer to one of the great Obsidian columns, his eyes move back and forth taking all of the great architecture of the Great Hall. Seeing Huskarl Ranol out of the corner of his eye, the Stonewright slowly makes his way over towards the Dwarf and his small group, coming within a few paces he bows his head slightly and says in a calm, almost hushed voice "Good day Ranol"
[Hildis(#23062)] The Barazin clan is well represented today though the King holds his audiences on a regular basis, Hildis has a personal interest in the proceedings. Richly attired, she glows in Barazin red and black, the jet stones braided into her beard and thick hair, click discreetly as she moves. She stands to the side of the chamber, quietly composed, glancing occasionally at the vacant throne though her eyes wander more often in the direction of certain Bundazanul guard.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Good day, Ranol!" A familiar voice comes from somewhere behind and to the left of the Bundazanul guard, where Thari approaches him. She is dressed in rich and deep blue, accented in silver, beard and hair braided so thickly in sapphires that it's a wonder it all doesn't fall out. "You look nice today, don't you?" She glances toward the throne.
[Dain(#31050)] There is some movement at the end of the room and any lifted glances might see several of the Baruk Narag parting near the throne. A dwarf clad in a red and gold surcoat comes forward before the seat. He holds a gold-gilt pole, which he raises and raps three times smartly upon the floor. It makes a dull crack that quickly quiets the hall to a low whisper. In a loud, clear voice, the red and gold dwarf calls, "Hear all, hear all! Give your attention, your grievances and your joys to King Dain son of Nain, lord of the line of Durin and King Under the Mountain!"
And with that Dain himself appears, coming from between the parted Baruk Narag. He is unmistakeable, clad as only a king and marked by his great beard of white, truly the lord of the Longbeards. He walks upright and with pride, despite his many years, and gives a curt nod to the assembly before him as he mounts the dais. His face is grave, made moreso by stark silver brows, but there is a smile in his cheeks as he waves to his guards to allow the first dwarf forward.
[Hildis(#23062)] The King enters and heads lower as gracefully as windblown wheat, Hildis's gown spreads bell like around her as she curtseys. She straightens with a look of anticipation on her face as she searches the crowd for others from Barazin and catches sight of more her clan red and black. Discreetly she moves through the crowd towards Warven which places her not far behind Thari and Ranol.
Ranol hears his name twice, and almost suffers from whiplash trying to pick out faces to each voice. Warvin is waved to and Thari is given a warmer smile. At her compliment he grins, "Aye.. you think so? It's not as elegant as most, but I'm not here to beg for anything either.. I suppose." The huskarl sounds a bit on edge to those that know him, a nervousness around his eyes.
The bundazanul's attention is pulled away by the entrance of the king, and he watches in silence as the lordly dwarf enters the room.
[Warven(#26511)]
Hearing the words of the Red and gold adorned Dwarf the Stonewright Warven turns his head and hearing the announcement of the King his eyes dart towards the Great Thrown as his head is bowed, seeing the King take his seat the Stonewright attempts to return his eyes to the small group before him, that only lasting a brief moment before his eyes are once again looking towards the King Under the Mountain. Barely seeing Hildis Warven nods his head acknowledging her as she moves closer from across the Great and then looking back to the small group before him.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari's rich skirts spread as she curtsies (curtsies!) deeply toward the King. She arises, head tipped toward Ranol. "Do you suppose anyone has anything to bring to him?" she murmurs.
But already a pair of black-bearded dwarves are bowing, approaching the throne.
[Dain(#31050)] Dain sits at ease in his chair, erect and patiently waiting as the ceremony of the audience unfurls. Two Narag have taken up posts on either side of the amethyst throne, but they stand off a bit to give the king and whomever seeks his attention privacy. The red and gold dwarf, however, unlike his king behind him, seems to think himself supremely important, for he stands stiffly and with chin raised, holding up a hand to those pressing forward.
All ceremony, he intervenes in the path of the two black-bearded dwarves who approach and asks in a curt baritone, "State your names and business, sirs, if you please."
[Warven(#26511)]
Taking a deep breath the Barazin Stonewright begins to make his way towards the Great Thrown and the King Under the Mountain, as he moves he raises his chin, puff's his chest out, and pipes his hands upon his trousers, it looks as if he is going over a checklist in his head trying to not look a fool before the King. Coming up a small distance behind the two black bearded dwarves Warven halts and waits, his eyes moving back and forth looking about the Great Hall.
Ranol looks over to Thari as the crowd begins murmuring again in private conversations. "I need to speak with him." The huskarl says quietly, and makes no move to join the line yet that's forming. Perhaps nerves, perhaps a desire for some kind of timing? As Warven moves away, Ranol lifts his brows in surprise.
[Thari(#31038)]
The dwarf to the King's left has swept off his hood and is holding it to his chest, and the one to the right wears none. Otherwise they look remarkably similar.
"Bimbur, son of Binur, and it is a matter of inheritance," the dwarf on the left says deferentially.
"Bolur, son of Binur," says the other more confidently. "I am sorry this is brought to your attention, as the will is quite clear."
[Dain(#31050)] The red and gold dwarf looks mildly perturbed, for some reason likely of his own fussy nature, but Dain sits forward some and waves the two come closer. "Well met, Bimbur and Bolur, sons of Binur," says the king, his voice a gravelly rumble. After the greeting, however, his voice drops to a more conversational level, so as to keep the details of the grievance from reaching the hall as a whole. "A matter of inheritance," he states plainly, nodding with a straight face and a natural frown. "Master Bolur, you seem assured of your side, state the matter and then we shall see what your brother has to say."
[Hildis(#23062)]
Hildis slides up next to Thari and whispers, "Are you going to see the King, too?"
[Thari(#31038)]
"You do?" Thari murmurs to Ranol, hardly paying any attention to what is going on before the throne. "Why?"
Hildis catches her eye. She smiles, then mutely shakes her head. Sapphires sparkle in her wood-gold hair.
[Warven(#26511)]
Patiently waiting in the now growing line Warven glances backwards for a moment and then returns his gaze back towards the thrown, once again he glances backwards this time spotting Hildis and giving her a nervous look before looking back to the front of the Hall and staring at one of the great columns.
[Thari(#31038)]
Bolur bows deeply, and Bimbur does so a moment later. "Thank you, your majesty," he says in a deep, smooth voice. "Our father, Mahal saved him, is now deceased and has left our family's home to me. I am the eldest and he has written this intention into his will, which I do have with me if you desire to look at it." Again he bows, pulling out now a folded piece of yellowed parchment.
Bimbur's brows draw together worriedly and his lips press together.
"Business for Braldor.." Ranol responds, and gives Hildis a tentative smile as she joins them. He asks in a soft voice, "Hildis.. do you know what Warven seeks?"
[Dain(#31050)] The king's silver brows lift in interest as Bolur speaks, but his gaze is frank and intent, neither accepting nor rejecting the story laid before him. He accepts the yellowed parchment offered him and spends a moment briefly perusing it. "Master Bimbur," Dain says finally, now looking up. "You contest this?"
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis's smile is warm and encouraging for Ranol, she acknowledges Thari's head shake with a nod as well. her voice is low as she answers, "I think it will be the new chamber that Barazin came upon while mining."
[Thari(#31038)]
Indeed, the will is quite clear, though the paper and the date upon it are some decades old. The home was to be left to Bolur.
Bimbur bows again. "Your majesty, my brother has not seen our father for a very long time. I am the younger, it is true, but I was the one taking care of my father at the end. I live in our family's home with my wife and our children. Our father stated at the end that the home would be left to me, but no will more recent has yet been found. I am near certain that it must have been written, for he said that he would."
"Or he may not have," Bolur says with another bow. "Or perhaps you misunderstood what he meant. It is a bad thing to disregard a dwarf's will."
Bimbur says nothing to this, but presses his lips together again.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Where is Braldor?" Thari asks, searching over the chamber. "Why would he not come himself?"
"I .." Ranol takes a moment of careful thought. "I suppose because Lord Gimli approached me on the business first and Braldor felt I could see to it." The young descendant of Dwanor explains, which means he doesn't know the exact reasoning. He reaches his hand up to run through his hair, then stops himself and drops his hand again to his side, sighing.
[Dain(#31050)] "Aye, it is no small thing to disregard a dwarf's will," Dain says, nodding gravely as he peers at Bimbur. "Did your father make his intentions clear to any other than yourself? When did he proclaim that he would write another will? Have you taken this matter to the courts?"
But the elder king is not so one-sided, for lest Bolur should believe his case all but signed, Dain turns his dark gaze upon the older brother. "When did you last see your father, Master Bolur? And what kept you from his side for so long? He who expects to receives his father's goodwill has also an expectation encumbant upon him to fulfill the rightful duties of a son."
[Warven(#26511)]
Reaching behind his cloak Warven retrieves a rolled up parchment and holds it out infront of him, unrolling a few inches and looking at it for a few moments before rolling it back up and holding it at his side. Looking about the Great Hall once more his obvious tension beginning to subside as he unrolls the parchment once more, looking directly to his left he glares at a brown bearded Dwarf and waves him over with a loud sigh.
[Thari(#31038)]
"No, I have not yet brought this to the courts," the softer-spoken Bimbur says. "Father's intentions were known to my wife, but my sons are too young to have known of the matter." As Bimbur mentions his children, Bolur sighs and lifts his eyes upward.
"It has been, as my brother said, some time since I have seen my father," the elder says deferentially, bowing again. "I did not wish to follow his trade in my younger days."
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis has her own thoughts on why Ranol would be representing his clan before the King and looks at him proudly. She tiptoes to see over the other dwarves heads and glimpses Warven preparing himself. "What clan are those to in?" she whispers.
[Dain(#31050)] Dain's eyes silently follow Bolur as the older brother bows again, but other than thoughtful run a hand through his white beard, he says nothing. "You have not answered my question, Master Bolur. How long since you last saw your father? And why? A son may not share his father's trade, yet pay the respect due to the parent still." Turning to Bimbur, he continues. "Only your wife knew of your father's changed intention? No others? What other assets does he leave behind?"
The dwarf that Warven waves over returns the glare with a sharp expression of his own. He approaches swiftly to join the stonewright in the line, crossing his arms over his chest. "I cannae believe ye brought this to the King, Barazin. Evidence as always of the bigger clans trying to push their weight around." This is Nordin of Zinbar, and he reaches to try and snatch the parchment from Warven.
[Thari(#31038)]
"He was... quite emphatic about it," Bolur tells the King in a diplomatic tone. "And would not accept my choice."
"This disagreement was seventy years ago," Bimbur finally speaks up on the matter, speaking directly to his brother. "Father tried to invite you over several times but you would have none of it!" His head turns to the king and he bows again. "I do not know that my Father spoke of it with others. His other assets were divided among the relations, and the furnishings of the home were to stay with the home."
"It has been a long time since Father last invited me." Bolur allows himself a low growl of a reply.
[Warven(#26511)]
As the Zinbar tries to snatch the map Warven holds it back from him and pushes him back with his shoulder and says in growl "If it wasn't for us taking pity upon you and teaching you the proper ways of mining you would of never of even been in -our mines- during the discovery" Holding the map out so they he can see it he then add's in "Were you even among the digging party Nordin? I don't remember seeing you there"
Ranol gives Hildis a soft shrug, "I did not hear.." He answers, and his eyes wander over the Baruk Narag in search for Gimli. That is the real reason for his stalling.
[Dain(#31050)] "Have you a wife or children, Master Bolur?" the king asks simply.
[Thari(#31038)]
Bolur bows again. "No. Like so many of our kin, I have not been able to marry."
"I was there as ye well know, Warven. And there ye go again, pleading a smaller clan as a charity case." Nordin growls quietly, "Teaching a dwarf how to be mining? Ye will see how well ye do with things when the Zinbar isn't providing leather fer all yer tools, gloves, and hundreds of other things."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Look," Thari whispers to Ranol and Hildis, nudging the Huskarl in the arm and nodding toward Warven. "Those two are shoving each other! RIght in front of the King!"
[Dain(#31050)] Dain sits back, his elbows propped up on the sides of his throne and his fingers laced together in thought. He frowns, then purses his lips, dark eyes skirting between the two brothers until he finally sits forward again and speaks, firmly this time, as if passing judgment. "Master Bimbur, you have no objective proof of your father's change of heart. Master Bolur, you acknowledge that you have been long estranged from your father."
That much is a statement, but the elder king goes on. "Master Bolur, the will of a dwarf of Erebor is a fact of law and you are right to claim that it should be upheld at the utmost. But there are laws among our people also that are not consigned to paper, for they are part of the very fabric of our honour and loyalty. And among these is the respect due to those responsible for your very being. It has been long since your father's last invitation, but it is equally encumbant upon you to heal the breach, especially if you expected to be the beneficiary of your father's estate.
[Dain(#31050)] He shift his gaze now as if to address both brothers. "Master Bolur, you have no wife or children to provide for, your brother does. But Master Bimbur, you have as much an obligation to your brother as to your family, for he is your blood and once your father's heir. This is my decision. The home shall remain in the keeping of Bimbur and his family. In the event that Master Bolur should marry and produce an heir, it will pass to said heir upon Master Bimdur's death, else it shall pass to whomever Master Bimbur declares his heir. However, in the event that Master Bolur - maintaining a living to the utmost of his abilities - should nevertheless fall into straights, it will be Master Bimbur's responsibility to see that he not be left destitute, and more than that, that he should enjoy a quality of living at least equal to his brother's."
[Warven(#26511)]
Shaking his head in disgust the Barazin Stonewright sighs and says "I do not wish to take anything from you or your Clansmen or start a feud, I just want to claim what is rightfully ours, Barazin." Pointing to a spot upon the map "It was right here that my Hammer broke though the wall and opened up the chamber, I do not deny that you were near and helped with widening of the entrance once I called for assistance." Looking the Zinbar in the eyes "You know good and well that chamber belongs to Barazin"
[Thari(#31038)]
The brothers are still as Dain speaks, watching him, and when he is done, they both bow low before him again. "Thank you, your Majesty," says Bimbur gratefully.
"Thank you," Bolur echoes, slightly grudging but still respectful, "For hearing our case, Majesty." They turn to go.
[Hildis(#23062)]
The Barazin maiden starts to shift from foot to foot as she watches it warm up between Warven and the Zinbar, "Who is he? And what is he doing to Warven? The nerve!"
"Given that yer miners outnumber ours ten to one, it's ain't a surprise that ye had a higher chance of finding a new chamber." Nordin shakes his head, "We will see what the king has to say." The Zinbar insists, grumbling softly under his breath about Barazin.
[Warven(#26511)]
Watching as the two brothers depart Warven looks up to the King and nervously waits to be called forth with the Zinbar, rolling up the map and standing up tall he takes a deep breath and waits for his turn to speak with the King.
[Dain(#31050)] Dain nods lightly as the two brothers give their thanks to the king and he gives a final deep nod as they turn to depart. Then he laces his hands together and places them over his lap, waiting for the next seeking audience. A little over a quarter of an hour crawls by as he speaks with those before him, sometimes smiling, sometimes grave, once downright disapproving. But finally Warven and the Zinbar beside him come to the front of the line and the red and gold dwarf once again steps forth to stall their approach. "State your names and business, sirs," he huffs. Dain sits forward, gnarled fingers firmly gripping the sides of his throne as he looks down upon the two.
The Zinbar steps forward immediately and bows before the king, trying to get the upper hand on the Barazin. "Nordin, son of Noldin, of Clan Zinbar." The dwarf states proudly. "There is a dispute regarding rights to a new chamber that was discovered."
[Gimli(#30149)] From the back of the hall a group of six dwarves comes, and the Narag surrounding the King stand at attention, for Gimli comes at the fore. The son of Gloin comes attired with gleaming mail on his body and a richly decorated helmet covering his head, and his dark eyes sweep the crowd gathered in audience with the king. Clearly, any misbehavior would not escape him, and it'd be dealt with most speedily, as his stony face can attest.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Do you know why Warven's up there?" Thari murmurs to Hildis, the jewels in her hair glinting as she shifts her head to look. "Are you good friends with Warvis?"
[Hildis(#23062)] "Nay, not good friends but I know him because he has an excellent hand at stone cutting and works with my brother." She stands just behind Thari glancing up at the dais and whispering. "But those Zinbar...Barazin discovered the chamber. the King is just and he will make a good decision. Oh, Lord Gimli!"
[Warven(#26511)]
Finally after what seemed and eternity for the Barazin Stonewright he is called forward, stepping forward he bows before the king, his beard just missing the polished floor. Letting the Zinbar speak he raises and says "Your majesty, I am Warven HeavyHammer, Son of Warken, of Barazin." Pausing he unrolls the map and continues "As Master Nordin said, the dispute is indeed on the claim of a chamber found, found in Barazin mines by myself personally."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Is he a neighbor of yours?" Thari asks Hildis next. "Of course it should go to Barazin." Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Those Zinbar. Always eager to bring things before the courts and the King." She shakes her head, frowning.
Ranol has been standing quietly near Hildis and Thari, watching the proceedings with some interest. When Lord Gimli arrives the huskarl brightens, some of his stress alleviated by the presence of the champion.
[Dain(#31050)] As with all that have already gone before him, Dain's expression is unreadable, merely intent and no more indicative of his thoughts than are his questions. He puts out a hand to see the map. "What sort of chamber has been found?" he says first, eyes flicking up at the movement of a group of Baruk Narag. The son of Gloin is recognised and Dain briefly nods to his younger cousin, but he quickly turns his attention back to the two dwarves before him.
"It was found by you, Master Warven? What was your part in the finding, Master Nordin?" The king looks between the two, brows lifted, white beard bunching at his throat. "Do you acknowledge that the chamber is in a Barazin-owned mine?"
[Hildis(#23062)] Hildis leans forward, "I bet he will call you up there anyway, Ranol. And no, not a close neighbor though I have seen him more lately since my brother decided he did not want to be a trader. We /are/ proud of himm for his discovery!"
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli acknowledges Hildis by a curt nod, as he takes station to the right of Dain, a bit behind the ancient King. To Ranol another nod is given, and then the Narag Champion again sweeps the crowd with his eyes.
Nordin smoothes his brown beard with his hand and speaks clearly, chin held high to face the king without apprehension. "Your majesty, the mine is Barazin's, aye, but the Zinbar be helping them with clearing it, and it was Zinbar that chose the tunnel that Master Warven was mining within. That he be the one to break through be of little consequence. We have an agreement with Barazin, equal shares of all that be found."
Ranol bows when Gimli looks his way, and then his attention goes to the two speaking with the king. Warven is a friend of his and Ranol is interested in seeing how the dispute will turn out.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Frarin hasn't said one thing about this dispute," Thari says now to Hildis and Ranol. "I wish he would have come!" she murmurs in an exasperated tone while watching Warven and Nordin. "But he wasn't interested. Of course not."
[Warven(#26511)]
Hearing the words of the King Warven steps forward and hands him the map, stepping back once more and letting the King finish speaking, as he finishes "Your Majesty, it was my Hammer stroke that broke through the stone wall opening the chamber." Letting Nordin cut in Warven wait and continues with "We allowed ten of clan Zinbar to work within our mines to show good faith on our recent leather trade agreement. As for a Zinbar choosing the mine that is false, I myself followed the vein of iron for over two months of digging with no help from any Zinbar."
Stopping to let his word sink in for a moment he continues with "As for an agreement on equal share, that is an exaggeration the agreement was seventy-thirty, on the grounds that a Zinbar discovered something alone"
"Why would Frarin necessarily know about it, Thari? Warven had mentioned the mining to me, but I did not know of a dispute either.." Ranol answers softly in a mild tone, lifting a brow at his cousin.
[Hildis(#23062)] "Oh, dear," Hildis whispers anxiously. "I had no idea he would hear me." A flush creeps up her face as she curtsies hurriedly to Lord Gimli and then tries to make herself smaller. But she can't resist a last whisper. "Frarin would be perfect here."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Frarin knows more about the goings-on of his clan than I do," Thari answers Ranol, starting to sound a bit proud now in her murmurs. "He's an ambassador, you know, a very important dwarf."
She glances toward Gimli as Hildis curtsies and then belatedly adds a curtsy of her own.
[Dain(#31050)] At the mention of an agreement, Dain's dark eyes shift from Nordin to Warven in question and the stonewright soon explains. "Nay, Master Nordin is right, Master Warven. Unless you have some contract or investment in the mines yourself, the find belongs to no particular dwarf, for it may have been either one or the other to come across it first."
He turns now to Nordin. "However, Master Nordin, your clan's supposed agreement with Barazin may change that. Do you acknowledge that those were the terms, as Master Warven has laid them out?"
Nordin looks over at Warven with an incredulous expression on his face. "We were speaking of that tunnel before ye ever sought to follow the iron, Master Warven! Remember when we all discussed -jointly- what ideas we be having? And explain to me how a Zinbar be to ever discover something alone when ye have dozens of yer kin to our ten? So the size of a clan ever be playing into shares?"
Belatedly the Zinbar recalls that he's standing before the king, and looks back at Dain with a hasty bow. "Yer majesty, Zinbar's understanding was that the shares be equal."
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli watches over the crowd and listens as the King deals justice. Clearly, to be so near one so wise and old as Dain is a privilege, and Gimli would learn all he can from the Dwarf King. Also, he seems to have something to address himself, for he taps his foot a couple of times as Warven and Nordin bring their quarrel forth.
[Warven(#26511)]
Letting the Zinbar speak Warven waits until he is finished and then says "Nordin, I do not like it when one lies, and if you look at the map, it clearly shows where you and your clansmen wanted to start digging which you marked with large X, and we let you dig where you would. Your Majesty, if you would look at the map you will see the marking is on the far other side of our mines, the large circle -O- is my mark and that is where I started digging, which is where I found the vein of Iron and then followed it too the chamber I later discovered."
Looking to the Zinbar Warven says in a rough tone "Nordin, your clansmen were invited into our mines, we were both there when the deal was struck and seventy-thirty was what was decided due to the numbers of Barazin miners to Zinbar miners"
[Dain(#31050)] "Master Nordin, you will control yourself," says Dain firmly without raising his voice or speaking sharply, but his look towards the Zinbar is grave. "The size of a clan matters not it was Zinbar working in a Barazin mine and the difference in work forces owes to no other foundation than that, Master Nordin." He falls silent as he turns his gaze on the map, quietly perusing it with a frown and stitched brows. Finally with a sigh he looks up.
"Zinbar understood that the shares were to be equal, Barazin that they were not. There is no written document of this agreement, I assume? In which case it matters not who dug where or what because the agreement has been interpreted differently by each party. As this is the case, the default must go to Barazin, in whose mines the discovery was made. If you wished to ensure your share, Master Nordin, the details of the agreement should have been better clarified and put to paper. It is the responsibility of the stakeholders in such cases to ensure that their interests are protected. Whether Master Warven speaks true or not, he is correct in that Zinbar was invited into mines that were not its own, and in that must the solution be found."
Nordin bows his head when the king tells him to control himself, but the rebuffed attitude doesn't last long. Soon the Zinbar is stammering, searching for words to better defend himself. He opens his mouth several times, but ultimately remains silent, bowing low to the king. "Yes, yer excellence, as ye say. We Zinbar will be sure to make a more reliable, written agreement in the future." The dwarf looks ready to chew stones, but he speaks respectfully.
[Warven(#26511)]
Letting the Zinbar speak Warven bows to the King and says "Thank you your Majesty" standing once more the Barazin Stonewright looks to the Zinbar and gives him a respectful nod before stepping forward to retrieve his map from the King, waiting to be handed the map he looks over his shoulder for a moment before looking back to face the King.
[Hildis(#23062)]
Straining to hear the decision handed down Hildis nearly loses her balance leaning forward. A large smile spreads over her face though as she sees the jubilant expression of her fellow Barazin kept well in check as he bows respectfully to the King. "The King is very just," she murmurs.
[Dain(#31050)] "Barazin would do well to put into writing its future agreements as well, Master Warven," Dain continues, shifting his gaze away from the simmering Nordin. "Else future disagreements like this will sow the seeds of discontent amongst the clans, which is not well." He is silent a brief moment, almost as if about to send the two on their way, but some thought tugs a smile at one corner of his mouth and turns to look back at Nordin from under silver brows. "And if you are so displeased with my decision, Master Nordin, then take better care in presenting a reasonable case rather than heated words in the future when you come before me. Good day, sirs."
[Warven(#26511)]
"Yes your Majesty, I will ensure that myself" Bowing low once more the Barazin Stonewright retrieves his Map and begins to move away from the audience area, where another group of dwarves has already began to assemble. As he walks a very distinctive approving smile can be seen upon his face, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Slowly he makes his way further down and seeing his fellow Barazin Hildis he smiles wide for a brief moment and then continues to make his way over towards her.
Nordin bows to the king again, "Aye, yer majesty. Wise and just words. Thank ye." The Zinbar doesn't look smug, as Warven does. Instead he departs as swiftly as curtesy will allow, no doubt to report back to his clansmen.
----------------------------------------------
Scene paused, picked up later in the day.
----------------------------------------------
Private Audience Chamber
Small enough to be personal in its atmosphere, yet large enough to convey the grandness and power of the Heirs of Durin, this antechamber is set to accomodate limited gatherings of Khazad wishing to speak with the Uzbad concerning personal matters. Only one chair is placed in the room a high backed, gem-decorated wooden seat for the King. No desk is set before it, or any other barrier between the king and those seeking audience. The well polished stone walls and floors, cut from the living rock of the Mountain, reflect the light of hidden lamps to the key angles in the room, illuminating the faces of any who enter. Decorations, though somewhat few, are all of immeasureable wealth and craftsmanship. A few set gems or stones, tapestries, and arms and armour adorn the walls and stands around the chamber. Still and silent in the corners are some of the elite Baruk Narag soldiers: the personal guards to the King.
[Frarin(#31050)] Nearly three hours after the start of the king's open audience, it has ended and the crowds dispersed, some pleased, some not so much. The lights are dimmed in the Greathall of Thror and the number of Narag reduced, but only because these elite guards have moved. They stand now in the small(er) private audience chamber of the king, silent sentinals in each corner and along the walls. And it is into that chamber that the king himself now enters.
The silver door is pulled open and the hidden lamps in the room reflect now upon Dain's lined face and white beard rather than the nervous features of some visitor or another. The elder monarch walks as straight and proud as he has sat for some three hours in the greathall beyond, but there is a touch of weariness in his eyes as he enters the private audience chamber, a host of kingly tagalongs following for some reason or another. Dain says not a word, however, and makes for the bejewelled chair instead.
[Gimli(#30149)] Behind Dain strides Gimli, the light of the lamps caught on his gleaming dwarf-mail and on his dark eyes. The Narag Champion nods as the King's own takes their appointed places, standing at attention as the wizened King makes for his jewelled throne. Gimli strides with pride of being in such proximity to his King and kin, knowing that in Dain's shoulders rest the future of this Kingdom, and marvelling at how the aged King manages the affairs of the clans.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain settles comfortably into his chair, ignoring others that take up various posts around the room or near the door. When he is adjusted, he adopts much the same stance as he had maintained during the open audience, with elbows propped against the arms of his chair and fingers laced before him in a contemplative manner. After only a moment, however, he waves towards Gimli, indicating the younger dwarf come forward. "Come, cousin," he says in that gravelly voice. "You have a matter you wish to discuss?"
[Gimli(#30149)] Indeed, Gimli has not taken his usual post behind the throne, but rther has remained before it, as a supplicant that comes for the King's favor. As dain speaks, Gimli's eyes go to those gathered about him, and nods to Ranol of bundazanul, gesturing for the huskarl to join him in front of the King. "Indeed, O Dain, father of us all, I come to you with a proposal, awaiting that in your wisdom you will weight it and, if you deem it, ordering it to be carried out", he says, as he stands before the old King, his eyes now on the jewelled throne's occupant.
Ranol follows Gimli, his stride less assured as he fights to keep his nerves under control. The huskarl -almost- looks calm to observers, but there's a tenseness clinging to him that belies his normal more relaxed attitude about things. When Gimli gestures him forward, Ranol takes a deliberate slow breath, then moves forward to join the Baruk Narag. He immediately bows low before the king, but says nothing as he's more than happy to let the dwarf champion do the talking.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain's silver brows lift in interest and he adopts a thoughtful frown, carefully watching Gimli as the champion speaks. He nods briefly, blinking slowly as he sits forward. His dark eyes flick to Ranol, who receives a nod of acknowledgement, though he has not been introduced. "I believe I know your proposal, Gimli," says the king. "But speak it, if you will."
[Gimli(#30149)] "It has been many a year, O King", Gimli says, as he looks to Dain intently, "since we have joined with our neighbors to celebrate the Battle of the Five Armies, with which we retook what was rightfully ours and, by the might and valor of us and our neighbors, you sit upon the thgrone of Erebor." Gimli pauses for a moment, trying to decide how to go further with his argument. "Also, we have a cause of concern, for in the darkness of Mirkwood still stands the dark fortress of Sarn Goriwing, which is a thorn on our side and that of our friends and allies", he adds. "So, after discussing this with several clansdwarves, including your advisor Braldor, we thought it might be a fine time to call our friends to come and celebrate the Battle of the Five Armies, and while having them here, perhaps convince them of an attack to Sarn Goriwing, so that we may remove the orcs and trolls and dark minions of the Shadow that inhabit there. Huskarl Ranol of Bundazanul stands here to show the clan's support of this", he adds, and then bows to Dain.
Ranol listens, standing unmoving as the champion lays out his plan. When Gimli mentions his name the huskarl is stricken with a moment of panic as he tries to figure out whether he should say something or not. He bows low again and nods his head as he speaks in a forced calm. "Yes, your highness." It's completely lame, he's sure of it.. and has a feeling he's going to get hassled by the Narag when next they share the training floor.. Can huskarl's melt through a stone floor?
[Frarin(#31050)] The king returns Gimli's bow with a deep nod, but is silent directly following the champion's short speech. He frowns still in thought, letting his gaze drift so that he almost appears to sleep, but he does not. For when Dain looks up again his gaze is sharp under his silver brows and he draws a breath. "A celebration of the Battle of the Five Armies is well indeed it is too long now since the good peoples of the Wilderland have gathered together as we did that day."
He falls silent again, this time eyes flicking to Ranol again. "Well met, Master Ranol, I have heard your name before. Prithee, mind you continue your good work for your Thane, he is a valued advisor of mine." Looking back to Gimli, Dain continues. "You may recall, cousin, that our people carried out war against Sarn Goriwing nearly some twenty years past and for all of our blood shed, the black fortress stands still. The forest of Mirkwood grows darker with every moment and the dwarves do not increase in number. How would such a campaign now differ any from that twenty years gone?"
[Gimli(#30149)] "Truly you speak, my King, yet this time perhaps we can convince Thranduil's elves to join our cause more fully", Gimli replies, nodding. "Nigh on twenty years ago we set forth to confront the darkness of the woods, yet we did not prevail. But only a handful of Thranduil's subjects joined us on that titanic endeavor, and hence we did not prevail. Yet, with the help of the bardings and their stout hearts and glittering blades, the elves and their bows, and the people of Beorn who have also a stake on this... with all our forces combined, how can we fail? yet we need to ensure an alliance is formed, and that all see the danger that the dark fortress poses for all of us", he adds, moving his hands vehemently as he speaks.
When the king looks fully on him, Ranol doesn't immediately realize that Dain is speaking to him. It's a delayed reaction of startlement, his blue eyes widening at the words, and the huskarl again is uncertain of whether he is supposed to speak or not. Somehow he manages to decide, and speaks in a soft rumble, "Yes, your highness, I will try to the best of my ability."
Ranol looks over at Gimli when he goes on to speak with passion about the plan. He hesitates, then adds in his opinion. "There are new threats in the lands that all I have spoken to worry of when I mention them. Orcs and trolls that do not fear the light of the sun, and other things more foul. Your majesty, it is possible that these new dangers will give our allies more cause to commit to this fight."
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain nods briefly again, now dropping his laced fingers to his lap as first Gimli, then Ranol speak. "You both speak true," he rumbles. "Even twenty years ago, the world was much different than it is today. You were both on the ill-fated expedition that returned last fall, I believe. But the dwarves are too few to take on the might of Sarn Goriwing alone. We must have the support of arms of the Bardings and the Beornings, but most especially we must have King Thranduil's people in this alliance. There is no hope in Mirkwood without their assistance and I will not sanction the loss of life such as Erebor suffered twenty years past without assurance of the woodelves' aid."
He looks hard at Ranol, the lines of his brow bunched grimly. "Orcs and trolls that do not fear the sun, I have had news of these creatures. Yet more evidence of the foul brewings in that dark wood. They have left the comfort of their forest home before and I cannot believe they are not beyond doing so again."
With a grim nod and frown, Dain gives his assent to Gimli. "You have my consent, cousin. Erebor can wait no more for the enemy to creep forth at its will. What forces can you gather from Erebor and Emyn Engrin? And what do you hope to gather from our allies? They have been as hard pressed as we of late."
[Gimli(#30149)] "I know of the woes of the Beornings, assailed from East and West, yet the bardings have had relative peace, as do the people of Thranduil", Gimli replies. "But what might of arms they will lend I do not know, and that is why I propose to get them here, so that we may know if they support this cause and, if so, the numbers we can count on to embark upon this route. So... shall I go forth and call the Bardings, Beornings, and thranduil's Folk to Erebor?", he adds, and his dark eyes look unwaveringly to Dain.
Ranol stands silent again, watching the king as well to see what decision the ancient ruler makes. The huskarl's hands are clenched tightly at his sides, but only to keep himself from fidgeting and looking a bigger fool.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain nods, eyes closing as he thinks. His fingers form a triangle, the lines around his mouth darkening in deep thought. Finally he sighs heavily and opens his eyes, nodding again to Gimli. "Send envoys to all three, to meet in Erebor and Dale come the first day of September. We shall celebrate the anniversary of the Five Armies a month early, but if we are to discuss war, the sooner before winter the better. Ensure that the envoys convey -both- an invitation to festivities and to discuss the future of this Wilderland in which we live."
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli bows low as Dain speaks. "You command, my King!", he says, as he staightens. "I shall go myself to convey this message to all our friends and allies in Wilderland, and woe to those dark things that live in Mirkwood when we finally come to them with our axes!", he calls. "By your leave, Sire, i shall leave now, and prepare everything for the trip", he adds.
Ranol echoes Gimli's bow, starting to feel relief as this nerve-wracking meeting is nearly complete. Durin knows what the Bundazanul would do if he ever had -personal- business that needed the king's attention.
[Frarin(#31050)] Dain nods again and this time stands as Gimli bows. For all his ancient years, the king holds his chin with an air of grim pride, of resigned courage, to have doubtlessly condemned so many of his people to death in the hope of achieving a greater victory for all. "Travel swiftly and safely, Gimli. Our allies will need all the time they can if they are to come prepared to agree to war. We may yet see that blight upon Rhovanion banished forever. Fare thee well, cousin!"
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli bows deep once more, the tip of his beard brushing the floor. "I shall leave tomorrow then, my King, and make our foes woe the day they dared trespass so clos to our home!", he says, and then, after another bow, turns and leaves the king's audience chamber.
Ranol is already moving back as the king is standing, bowing himself several times and departing. He makes a decided mental note to disappear from the mountain the next time Braldor has business to be conducted with Dain.
[Frarin(#31050)] With a last nod to the two departing soldiers, Dain returns to his seat, the weariness still evident in his eyes, but a set to his jaw that betrays the grim decision that he has just made. The chamber is silent for a time after Gimli and Ranol are gone, perhaps stunned or still digesting this development. War. Still, politics are hardly so soft-hearted and it is not long before a press of others continue seeking private audience with the king. Alas, no rest for the weary.
Players: Dain, Gimli, Ranol, Warven, Thari, Hildis
Located in: Erebor
