Elendor
(Archive) A meeting with Dwarf-King
King Dain meets with prominent members of the recently returned dwarven caravan, including Lord Bifur.
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Location: Private Audience Chamber
Game Date: Day 29 of June 3047
Description:
Private Audience Chamber(#12101RantU)
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.
Contents:
Drengr
Mobeorn
Morlim
Thari
Obvious exits:
South leads to Greathall of Thror.
[Dain] It is evening and the caravan of dwarves recently returned to the mountain is rested and fed, its members enjoying the comfort of their home or their host's home in its entirety. All except a few, that is. For with the dwarves (and others?) now recovered from their long journey, prominent members of the fateful caravan have been called to an audience before King Dain Under the Mountain.
Here in the small private antechamber, members of the elite Baruk Narag stand guard along the walls, their faces masked by the lamps behind them. And at the end of the chamber, seated in the solitary chair, is King Dain himself, white beard folded over his lap and his eyes heavy with age, but his shoulders are held straight and proud and his hands curl over the arms of his seat.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is standing among the group, one of the shorter dwarves there. This one has been dressed quite well, beard gleaming and glistening with jewels, but it must be said that the dress clothes are a bit too large. The tunic bags at the back of the belt and the trousers melt just a bit over the boots.
Thari's grey eyes are on the king, hands folded beneath beard, watching the wise monarch.
[Oskar(#28429)] Not far from Thari is Oskar. And if she is one of the shorter, he is surely one of the oldest. His grizzled beard has been combed until it shines, and his old, comfortable clothing has been exchanged for raiment rich enough that none of his apprentices would recognize him. He wears almost no gems however, seeming to prefer gold, and lots of it. Gold buckles, gold belts, gold brooches, gold toes to his boots....
[Morlim(#20753)] One of the prominent Dwarves of the caravan is the Chief Master Veteran Morlim, dressed respendently in one of the uniforms of the Warders: his silver parade breastplate and golden plaque-belt have been polished to a high degree, gleaming in the lamp light of the King's antechamber. He picks at some fine thread on his gambeson before smoothing it and he is satisfied with it, his hands falling to clasp behind his back.
His eyes flick briefly around the antechamber before they come to rest upon Dain once more. He stands still and mute, to all the world a statue except for the tone of his flesh and the subtle signs of his breathing, waiting until he is to speak.
[Dain] The small assembly is gathered completely into the chamber after another minute and only then does the elder king stir from his stilled silence. He clears his throat. "I hope you are all of you sufficiently recovered from your journey," Dain starts, folding his hands across his beard. "I have heard several things of your adventures, but perhaps some of you should like to inform me directly." Lifting his chin as if to survey the small group, the king's eyes alight on Morlim. "Chief Master Veteren, what is your name?"
Thari heads south to the Greathall of Thror.
Jari has arrived.
Jari bows and finds a place amongst the Luin delegation, whispers "At your service, brothers.
[Morlim(#20753)] "Morlim, son of Morlain, my king, of the clan Zinbar," Rumbles the Chief Master Veteran in reply, bowing deeply to Dain, beard sweeping the floor before he straightens. "Well recovered indeed, and quite glad to be in the Halls of Erebor once more." He falls silent for a few moments before he nods his head slightly and speaks again. "As to our adventures, there were some... unexpected... developments outside of those one normally would expect."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari stands a touch straighter and works to tug her tunic beneath her belt again. She looks over at the well-dressed Morlim.
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar turns his head to look forbodingly at the young whisperer who is standing a little behind him.
"So I understand," Dain rumbles in reply, nodding slowly when Morlim finishes speaking. The king's eyes briefly touch on Thari as the healer works at her tunic, but they soon whisk over the remainder of the group. "There are dwarves of the Blue Mountains among your number, I believe. Welcome, cousins. I hope you will consider our home your own until you have cause to leave it."
[Dain] The elderly dwarf straightens and runs a hand absently through his beard, then nods to Morlim again. "Son of Morlain, if you have a care too, kindly elaborate on these adventures of yorn. And any amongst you with further to add to Chief Morlim's account, I should like to hear from you as well."
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar's deep voice rumbles in thanks along with several others of his kinsmen.
Jari , as the King takes note of the Ered Luin group, he bows and mumbles with the rest, "At your service
Bifur arrives from Greathall of Thror.
Bifur has arrived.
Jari makes room for Bifur.
[Bifur(#6709)] The short, stout figure of Bifur half enters the chamber, poking his head through the entryway while knocking on the door. He grunts in a harsh voice, "My lord?"
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari turns quickly toward the harsh voice. And then she frowns deeply, narrowing her eyes at Bifur in some sort of a silent warning.
[Drengr(#21273)]
For a moment Drengr is wondering why he is in this chamber of a dwarf King. Not to say he didn't enjoy their company, a drinking test or two back in the Mag Dog tavern was always more enjoyable with a dwarf about. But this, report, or address to the King was never somewhere he'd picture himself. Drengr was someone uncomfortable with formal settings, or surroundings despite his position with his people. At least this event being one of the most formal he had seen, despite if it was or not. Though then again Mobeorn had asked him to make an apperance, and when a Beijibar asks you to do something very rarely is the answer no.
Standing off near the entrance of the room, as if he was hiding, Drengr watches as the King speaks. Paying attention to those that answer and especially noticing all the jewels and gold they wear among themselves. More then he has ever seen in his entire lifetime.
[Morlim(#20753)] "There was little unusual about the trip, at least from my point of view, until we reached Mirkwood on the return home," Speaks the Zinbar, eyes flicking about briefly to the others before resting upon the King once more. "We had a spirited battle with some orcs, but it was afterwards that has my concerns...
"It was then that we recieved word from that... Elven King," The words are almost spat out by the Chief Master Veteran. "That he had been holding the Lord Bifur prisoner for some time. And while Bifur was released to us, the Elven King wishes to meet you in Dale to talk with you. The terms of Lord Bifur's parole were... interesting."
Jari hisses at the mention of the imprisonment of a dwarf by elves.
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar glares harder and takes a step backwards no doubt fondly believing he is being subtle and discreet, he rumbles a very unsubtle whisper towards Jari. "Hst, you, quiet in the presence of the king!" There is a bit of a stir as the other dwarves are forced to move to get out of the elderly cook's way.
[Dain] Dain's white brows lift at the entrance of another elderly dwarf. A second later he gives a small smile. "My lord indeed," the king rumbles, raising one hand to wave Bifur forward. "Come, come, make yourself known, Bifur." His attention returns again to Morlim and Dain nods as if the soldier's words confirm whatever rumours the king may have heard.
"Thank you, son of Morlain," Dain says, steepling his fingers. "Bifur, this is true? That the Elfking Thranduil of Mirkwood did hold you captive for a time? Indeed, for a second time?"
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari tightens her hands beneath her beard. "He must hear of the conditions!" she whispers in Morlim's direction. "Lord Bifur seemed entirely too complacent about the whole business if you ask me."
[Bifur(#6709)] Coming into the chamber fully, Bifur bows deeply towards Dain and speaks in a low, gravelly voice, "Aye, m'lord. I left these halls months before on my way back ta the Blue Mountains when I was waylaid by the Elf King himself, along with a score of his folk. It seems that him and his lot claim dominion over that which is not theirs." Running a finger idly through his beard, Bifur continues with an angry look in his eyes, "They took me captive, my lord. Ohh, I was treated well, but a prison is no less a prison for all its accomodations."
Gesturing toward the other dwarves present, the old war marshal furrows his brow, "But I hear of conditions... my captors mentioned no such conditions ta me, nor should any be granted."
Jari nods briefly & grimly to Oskar.
[Drengr(#21273)]
Moving himself to lean against the wall, Drengr folds his arms into his chest as he is quiet silent throughout this whole display. These are interesting facts indeed, long has Beorning had a strained relationship with the King of Mirkwood. At one point their own chieftain was thrown into his dungeons. On the recent events only bits and pieces were filled into him by Mobeorn. Having to tend to some tasks in the valley before heading out to meet the Beijibar and dwarf camp, after most of the events with with the Elf King.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari catches the nod of Jari from the corner of her eye, and taking it as encouragement, nods back once before speaking up. "My lords, your majesty," she bows. "The elvenking said that we must speak with him ere we travel the Old Forest Road, which we all know our own kidred built, and that we must not go into the forest to the north of the road, nor will he allow any of King Thorin Okenshield's company to travel it at all! The dwarves of your home agreed to this to allow your freedom, my lord," she says slightly apologetically to Bifur.
[Bifur(#6709)] At Thari's last words, a vein on Bifur's forehead begins to bulge. His face turns red and he nearly explodes, "None of Thorin Oakenshield's company ta travel? His permission?! Preposterous!" Glancing over at Thari he takes out a bit of his frustration, "My *home* is the Lonely Mountain. Who agreed ta this? It cannot stand. It will not stand--" As if suddenly realizing his outburst in front of the king, Bifur reins in his tongue... but his eyes show the burning anger within.
[Oskar(#28429)] Another young dwarf waits, solemn-faced, until Oskar has turned back around and then he nudges Jari in the ribs, making a face and mouthing silently, "Old sourpuss!"
[Dain] Elderly king though he may be, Dain seems none hard of hearing, for his brows lift once more, but this time in Thari's direction. Silently his eyes flick to the tall figure at the rear of the room, no dwarf but a man. Then Dain looks again to Thari, but he finds no need to prompt the healer for whatever conditions levied by the Elfking, for she speaks them of her own accord. The king is silent as first one dwarf, then another gives outbursts of alarm, either aloud or muttered. Only the movement of his brows betray any interest, for his expression is unreadable otherwise.
Finally, Dain leans forward and waves for the assembly to be silent. "This is unexpected news indeed. Whatever your complaint of the mode of your release, Bifur, it is a glad thing to have you safe among us once more. Now," he says, looking suddenly to Thari, "were these terms agreed by a representative of Steward Dori of the Blue Mountains? Or a representative of my own?"
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari nods in agitated agreement with Bifur. "Indeed!" she calls during his outburst, "Indeed!"
She gives another short bow to Dain. "I am sorry, sire. I have heard rumor that it was one of Dori's folk who gave the answer, but I do not know which one."
"But none did agree the terms on my behalf?" Dain asks shortly.
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar clears his throat. His scowl has been getting deeper and deeper. "Twas that Fas," he blurts out finally.
[Oskar(#28429)] "Duril's get," he continues. "On Lord Bifur's behalf, she did."
[Drengr(#21273)]
Running a hand to itch the side of his cheek, the Captain of the High Pass suddenly realizes how much he sticks out in this room. Being a Beoring, that are usually considered a bigger bunch for human standards, Drengr realizes this is especially so in a room full of dwarves. Still holding his tongue for the moment, while they discuss the matter of the Elf King, the Beorning feels it is only a matter of time before he has to address why he is here.
[Morlim(#20753)] While Morlim has not made an audible outburst, his fists do clench and unclench at the mention of the conditions. A scowl etches itself upon his face for several moments before it vanishes and he speaks. "If I might be so bold, my King, I do not think any of the Lonely Mountain would make such an agreement on your behalf unless they had your permission. At least, I have not heard that anyone did."
[Bifur(#6709)] His eyes still flaming with rage, Bifur speaks in a very low voice, "My lord... if I may, it matters not who agreed ta the terms, if they had not yer backing. Dori himself could've spoken with King Thranduil..." -- the name Thranduil is spat out as if it were the dirtiest curse word -- "without yer backing it means nothing." With a deep breath, he shrugs the mail on his shoulders and speaks a bit lower, "In any event, it cannot stand."
Jari , agitated, exclaims "But the Elf-King is crazy! Doesn't he _want_ us to help keep the Great Forest Road clear of his enemies?
[Thari(#31038)]
"That elvenking said he would be waiting for ye down in Dale, sire!" Thari tells Dain indignantly, pointing off as if the town could be seen now. "To make this deal! For our protection, he says, when my, my own closest kinsman had his ribs all shattered on that road we built!" She suddenly catches her breath and bows her head a bit, as if only now remembering to be respectful.
[Dain] "No, it cannot," Dain says promptly, almost sighing. He straightens again and speaks as if Bifur's last assertion is a forgone conclusion. "And the Elfking, I imagine, knows this well enough, if he allowed Bifur's release. He cannot but have expected such a reaction as this from the dwarves." Dain focuses on Jari, then Thari, then raises a hand once more for silence.
"Your thoughts are felt, dwarves, but pray mind your tongues. We have all lost loved ones in the forest of Mirkwood and all have a desire to purge the forest of its darkness. But do not mistake the Elfking." This time the elder king sighs deeply and purses his lips. He seems in the midst of considering the matter when his eyes alight once more on the man at the rear of the room. Suddenly Dain's head lifts. "I assume you are here with good reason, Master Stranger. Do you come to shed further light on these events?"
[Oskar(#28429)] His information is ignored entirely, and Oskar shrugs and resigns himself to listening to the others argue.
[Drengr(#21273)]
Backing himself off of the wall, Drengr runs his thumb through his fingers on his right hand. "Unfortunately I do not. I can give my opinion, which just goes to enforce how much madness the Elf King truly holds." Stopping before taking a few steps the Beorning's eyes look across the room before he looks back to Dain, bowing, abet if awkwardly. "Excuse me, I am Drengr High Pass Captain of Beorning. I am here for Mobeorn, Beijibar, who had travel with your kin on most of their journey. I myself came later into the... Adventure, after most of the -fun- had passed." There is a pause and Drengr lets his arms fall to his sides " I am not one used to formalities so I apologize King Dwarf if I might have caused insult or blunder."
[Dain] "Nonsense," Dain replies to the Beorning, waving at the man. "Your presence is welcomed. Our allies the Beornings have right to know of matters elsewhere in the Wilderland. Do not make yourself nervous." The question of Drengr's presence duly dealt with, the king leans back and appears thoughtful for a moment more. "So, as I understand it, our Lord Bifur was made a captive of the Elfking of Mirkwood without good cause. His release was secured with an unofficial agreement to the Elfking's conditions. And now King Thranduil wishes to speak with me in the town of Dale? Chief Master Veteran Morlim, did he say when he should arrive in Dale?"
[Morlim(#20753)] "I do not believe he did, sire, but I would assume he meant soon. I would not think that he would leave this matter to rest for some months before bringing it up once more," Replies the Chief Master Veteran, shrugging his shoulders briefly. "We can always send a messenger to Dale to inquire if he is there or has been spotted approaching."
Jari ventures, "and surely the King of Dale should be informed of this outrage, that he may stand with the Dwarves in this matter.
[Dain] "I shall do so directly," Dain replies, nodding to Morlim. "The King of Dale," the king continues, slightly tersely, as he looks at Jari, "may decide as he wishes to. I shall speak with him myself, but his opinion on the matter is not yours to decide, Master Dwarf." He pauses, sighs, then slowly rises from his chair to stand straight and upright before the small assembly. His white beard wags near his ankles.
"I am grateful for your accounts of this trip. Pray respect my wishes and do not gossip overmuch on the matter, especially before I have spoken with King Thranduil myself. Good night, cousins from near and far, and Captain Drengr."
[Drengr(#21273)]
"If I may Dwarf King, being that our presence is welcomed, may the Beornings accompany you to this trip to Dale? The Old forest road is not just used by Elves and dwarves. This Elf King" Drengr face seems to hold a spot of angry now but as it came, it soon faded. "Too long has he cast insults, and claimed what isn't rightfully his. Not long ago he even imprison a late chieftain of Beorning. To get to my point, we have all kin and blood die on that road. And we have all been injuried defending it. My brother Woodmen from Mirkwood are still fighting to reclaim their home from spider and orc. The Elf has no right to order anyone, and this is a matter for all to discuss."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari simply bows to the king, her be-jewelled beard wagging low.
Jari bows, as the King stands.
[Dain] Dain looks set to retire from the audience chamber, but he turns back at Drengr's request. It is considered for only a moment before the king nods. "You may, Captain. Understand that, should the Elfking wish to speak privately with me, he shall do so. But you shall be made aware, and allowed to engage in, all discourse that pertains to the Wilderland in its entirety. Does that suit you?"
[Drengr(#21273)]
"That is all I could ask for King Dwarf. You have my thanks." Drengr then lowers his head to a slight bow, awkward still, and not as low as his first. Despite finding this formality strange, for his kin, Drengr is being especially respectful.
Private Audience Chamber(#12101RantU)
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.
Contents:
Drengr
Mobeorn
Morlim
Thari
Obvious exits:
South leads to Greathall of Thror.
[Dain] It is evening and the caravan of dwarves recently returned to the mountain is rested and fed, its members enjoying the comfort of their home or their host's home in its entirety. All except a few, that is. For with the dwarves (and others?) now recovered from their long journey, prominent members of the fateful caravan have been called to an audience before King Dain Under the Mountain.
Here in the small private antechamber, members of the elite Baruk Narag stand guard along the walls, their faces masked by the lamps behind them. And at the end of the chamber, seated in the solitary chair, is King Dain himself, white beard folded over his lap and his eyes heavy with age, but his shoulders are held straight and proud and his hands curl over the arms of his seat.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is standing among the group, one of the shorter dwarves there. This one has been dressed quite well, beard gleaming and glistening with jewels, but it must be said that the dress clothes are a bit too large. The tunic bags at the back of the belt and the trousers melt just a bit over the boots.
Thari's grey eyes are on the king, hands folded beneath beard, watching the wise monarch.
[Oskar(#28429)] Not far from Thari is Oskar. And if she is one of the shorter, he is surely one of the oldest. His grizzled beard has been combed until it shines, and his old, comfortable clothing has been exchanged for raiment rich enough that none of his apprentices would recognize him. He wears almost no gems however, seeming to prefer gold, and lots of it. Gold buckles, gold belts, gold brooches, gold toes to his boots....
[Morlim(#20753)] One of the prominent Dwarves of the caravan is the Chief Master Veteran Morlim, dressed respendently in one of the uniforms of the Warders: his silver parade breastplate and golden plaque-belt have been polished to a high degree, gleaming in the lamp light of the King's antechamber. He picks at some fine thread on his gambeson before smoothing it and he is satisfied with it, his hands falling to clasp behind his back.
His eyes flick briefly around the antechamber before they come to rest upon Dain once more. He stands still and mute, to all the world a statue except for the tone of his flesh and the subtle signs of his breathing, waiting until he is to speak.
[Dain] The small assembly is gathered completely into the chamber after another minute and only then does the elder king stir from his stilled silence. He clears his throat. "I hope you are all of you sufficiently recovered from your journey," Dain starts, folding his hands across his beard. "I have heard several things of your adventures, but perhaps some of you should like to inform me directly." Lifting his chin as if to survey the small group, the king's eyes alight on Morlim. "Chief Master Veteren, what is your name?"
Thari heads south to the Greathall of Thror.
Jari has arrived.
Jari bows and finds a place amongst the Luin delegation, whispers "At your service, brothers.
[Morlim(#20753)] "Morlim, son of Morlain, my king, of the clan Zinbar," Rumbles the Chief Master Veteran in reply, bowing deeply to Dain, beard sweeping the floor before he straightens. "Well recovered indeed, and quite glad to be in the Halls of Erebor once more." He falls silent for a few moments before he nods his head slightly and speaks again. "As to our adventures, there were some... unexpected... developments outside of those one normally would expect."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari stands a touch straighter and works to tug her tunic beneath her belt again. She looks over at the well-dressed Morlim.
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar turns his head to look forbodingly at the young whisperer who is standing a little behind him.
"So I understand," Dain rumbles in reply, nodding slowly when Morlim finishes speaking. The king's eyes briefly touch on Thari as the healer works at her tunic, but they soon whisk over the remainder of the group. "There are dwarves of the Blue Mountains among your number, I believe. Welcome, cousins. I hope you will consider our home your own until you have cause to leave it."
[Dain] The elderly dwarf straightens and runs a hand absently through his beard, then nods to Morlim again. "Son of Morlain, if you have a care too, kindly elaborate on these adventures of yorn. And any amongst you with further to add to Chief Morlim's account, I should like to hear from you as well."
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar's deep voice rumbles in thanks along with several others of his kinsmen.
Jari , as the King takes note of the Ered Luin group, he bows and mumbles with the rest, "At your service
Bifur arrives from Greathall of Thror.
Bifur has arrived.
Jari makes room for Bifur.
[Bifur(#6709)] The short, stout figure of Bifur half enters the chamber, poking his head through the entryway while knocking on the door. He grunts in a harsh voice, "My lord?"
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari turns quickly toward the harsh voice. And then she frowns deeply, narrowing her eyes at Bifur in some sort of a silent warning.
[Drengr(#21273)]
For a moment Drengr is wondering why he is in this chamber of a dwarf King. Not to say he didn't enjoy their company, a drinking test or two back in the Mag Dog tavern was always more enjoyable with a dwarf about. But this, report, or address to the King was never somewhere he'd picture himself. Drengr was someone uncomfortable with formal settings, or surroundings despite his position with his people. At least this event being one of the most formal he had seen, despite if it was or not. Though then again Mobeorn had asked him to make an apperance, and when a Beijibar asks you to do something very rarely is the answer no.
Standing off near the entrance of the room, as if he was hiding, Drengr watches as the King speaks. Paying attention to those that answer and especially noticing all the jewels and gold they wear among themselves. More then he has ever seen in his entire lifetime.
[Morlim(#20753)] "There was little unusual about the trip, at least from my point of view, until we reached Mirkwood on the return home," Speaks the Zinbar, eyes flicking about briefly to the others before resting upon the King once more. "We had a spirited battle with some orcs, but it was afterwards that has my concerns...
"It was then that we recieved word from that... Elven King," The words are almost spat out by the Chief Master Veteran. "That he had been holding the Lord Bifur prisoner for some time. And while Bifur was released to us, the Elven King wishes to meet you in Dale to talk with you. The terms of Lord Bifur's parole were... interesting."
Jari hisses at the mention of the imprisonment of a dwarf by elves.
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar glares harder and takes a step backwards no doubt fondly believing he is being subtle and discreet, he rumbles a very unsubtle whisper towards Jari. "Hst, you, quiet in the presence of the king!" There is a bit of a stir as the other dwarves are forced to move to get out of the elderly cook's way.
[Dain] Dain's white brows lift at the entrance of another elderly dwarf. A second later he gives a small smile. "My lord indeed," the king rumbles, raising one hand to wave Bifur forward. "Come, come, make yourself known, Bifur." His attention returns again to Morlim and Dain nods as if the soldier's words confirm whatever rumours the king may have heard.
"Thank you, son of Morlain," Dain says, steepling his fingers. "Bifur, this is true? That the Elfking Thranduil of Mirkwood did hold you captive for a time? Indeed, for a second time?"
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari tightens her hands beneath her beard. "He must hear of the conditions!" she whispers in Morlim's direction. "Lord Bifur seemed entirely too complacent about the whole business if you ask me."
[Bifur(#6709)] Coming into the chamber fully, Bifur bows deeply towards Dain and speaks in a low, gravelly voice, "Aye, m'lord. I left these halls months before on my way back ta the Blue Mountains when I was waylaid by the Elf King himself, along with a score of his folk. It seems that him and his lot claim dominion over that which is not theirs." Running a finger idly through his beard, Bifur continues with an angry look in his eyes, "They took me captive, my lord. Ohh, I was treated well, but a prison is no less a prison for all its accomodations."
Gesturing toward the other dwarves present, the old war marshal furrows his brow, "But I hear of conditions... my captors mentioned no such conditions ta me, nor should any be granted."
Jari nods briefly & grimly to Oskar.
[Drengr(#21273)]
Moving himself to lean against the wall, Drengr folds his arms into his chest as he is quiet silent throughout this whole display. These are interesting facts indeed, long has Beorning had a strained relationship with the King of Mirkwood. At one point their own chieftain was thrown into his dungeons. On the recent events only bits and pieces were filled into him by Mobeorn. Having to tend to some tasks in the valley before heading out to meet the Beijibar and dwarf camp, after most of the events with with the Elf King.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari catches the nod of Jari from the corner of her eye, and taking it as encouragement, nods back once before speaking up. "My lords, your majesty," she bows. "The elvenking said that we must speak with him ere we travel the Old Forest Road, which we all know our own kidred built, and that we must not go into the forest to the north of the road, nor will he allow any of King Thorin Okenshield's company to travel it at all! The dwarves of your home agreed to this to allow your freedom, my lord," she says slightly apologetically to Bifur.
[Bifur(#6709)] At Thari's last words, a vein on Bifur's forehead begins to bulge. His face turns red and he nearly explodes, "None of Thorin Oakenshield's company ta travel? His permission?! Preposterous!" Glancing over at Thari he takes out a bit of his frustration, "My *home* is the Lonely Mountain. Who agreed ta this? It cannot stand. It will not stand--" As if suddenly realizing his outburst in front of the king, Bifur reins in his tongue... but his eyes show the burning anger within.
[Oskar(#28429)] Another young dwarf waits, solemn-faced, until Oskar has turned back around and then he nudges Jari in the ribs, making a face and mouthing silently, "Old sourpuss!"
[Dain] Elderly king though he may be, Dain seems none hard of hearing, for his brows lift once more, but this time in Thari's direction. Silently his eyes flick to the tall figure at the rear of the room, no dwarf but a man. Then Dain looks again to Thari, but he finds no need to prompt the healer for whatever conditions levied by the Elfking, for she speaks them of her own accord. The king is silent as first one dwarf, then another gives outbursts of alarm, either aloud or muttered. Only the movement of his brows betray any interest, for his expression is unreadable otherwise.
Finally, Dain leans forward and waves for the assembly to be silent. "This is unexpected news indeed. Whatever your complaint of the mode of your release, Bifur, it is a glad thing to have you safe among us once more. Now," he says, looking suddenly to Thari, "were these terms agreed by a representative of Steward Dori of the Blue Mountains? Or a representative of my own?"
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari nods in agitated agreement with Bifur. "Indeed!" she calls during his outburst, "Indeed!"
She gives another short bow to Dain. "I am sorry, sire. I have heard rumor that it was one of Dori's folk who gave the answer, but I do not know which one."
"But none did agree the terms on my behalf?" Dain asks shortly.
[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar clears his throat. His scowl has been getting deeper and deeper. "Twas that Fas," he blurts out finally.
[Oskar(#28429)] "Duril's get," he continues. "On Lord Bifur's behalf, she did."
[Drengr(#21273)]
Running a hand to itch the side of his cheek, the Captain of the High Pass suddenly realizes how much he sticks out in this room. Being a Beoring, that are usually considered a bigger bunch for human standards, Drengr realizes this is especially so in a room full of dwarves. Still holding his tongue for the moment, while they discuss the matter of the Elf King, the Beorning feels it is only a matter of time before he has to address why he is here.
[Morlim(#20753)] While Morlim has not made an audible outburst, his fists do clench and unclench at the mention of the conditions. A scowl etches itself upon his face for several moments before it vanishes and he speaks. "If I might be so bold, my King, I do not think any of the Lonely Mountain would make such an agreement on your behalf unless they had your permission. At least, I have not heard that anyone did."
[Bifur(#6709)] His eyes still flaming with rage, Bifur speaks in a very low voice, "My lord... if I may, it matters not who agreed ta the terms, if they had not yer backing. Dori himself could've spoken with King Thranduil..." -- the name Thranduil is spat out as if it were the dirtiest curse word -- "without yer backing it means nothing." With a deep breath, he shrugs the mail on his shoulders and speaks a bit lower, "In any event, it cannot stand."
Jari , agitated, exclaims "But the Elf-King is crazy! Doesn't he _want_ us to help keep the Great Forest Road clear of his enemies?
[Thari(#31038)]
"That elvenking said he would be waiting for ye down in Dale, sire!" Thari tells Dain indignantly, pointing off as if the town could be seen now. "To make this deal! For our protection, he says, when my, my own closest kinsman had his ribs all shattered on that road we built!" She suddenly catches her breath and bows her head a bit, as if only now remembering to be respectful.
[Dain] "No, it cannot," Dain says promptly, almost sighing. He straightens again and speaks as if Bifur's last assertion is a forgone conclusion. "And the Elfking, I imagine, knows this well enough, if he allowed Bifur's release. He cannot but have expected such a reaction as this from the dwarves." Dain focuses on Jari, then Thari, then raises a hand once more for silence.
"Your thoughts are felt, dwarves, but pray mind your tongues. We have all lost loved ones in the forest of Mirkwood and all have a desire to purge the forest of its darkness. But do not mistake the Elfking." This time the elder king sighs deeply and purses his lips. He seems in the midst of considering the matter when his eyes alight once more on the man at the rear of the room. Suddenly Dain's head lifts. "I assume you are here with good reason, Master Stranger. Do you come to shed further light on these events?"
[Oskar(#28429)] His information is ignored entirely, and Oskar shrugs and resigns himself to listening to the others argue.
[Drengr(#21273)]
Backing himself off of the wall, Drengr runs his thumb through his fingers on his right hand. "Unfortunately I do not. I can give my opinion, which just goes to enforce how much madness the Elf King truly holds." Stopping before taking a few steps the Beorning's eyes look across the room before he looks back to Dain, bowing, abet if awkwardly. "Excuse me, I am Drengr High Pass Captain of Beorning. I am here for Mobeorn, Beijibar, who had travel with your kin on most of their journey. I myself came later into the... Adventure, after most of the -fun- had passed." There is a pause and Drengr lets his arms fall to his sides " I am not one used to formalities so I apologize King Dwarf if I might have caused insult or blunder."
[Dain] "Nonsense," Dain replies to the Beorning, waving at the man. "Your presence is welcomed. Our allies the Beornings have right to know of matters elsewhere in the Wilderland. Do not make yourself nervous." The question of Drengr's presence duly dealt with, the king leans back and appears thoughtful for a moment more. "So, as I understand it, our Lord Bifur was made a captive of the Elfking of Mirkwood without good cause. His release was secured with an unofficial agreement to the Elfking's conditions. And now King Thranduil wishes to speak with me in the town of Dale? Chief Master Veteran Morlim, did he say when he should arrive in Dale?"
[Morlim(#20753)] "I do not believe he did, sire, but I would assume he meant soon. I would not think that he would leave this matter to rest for some months before bringing it up once more," Replies the Chief Master Veteran, shrugging his shoulders briefly. "We can always send a messenger to Dale to inquire if he is there or has been spotted approaching."
Jari ventures, "and surely the King of Dale should be informed of this outrage, that he may stand with the Dwarves in this matter.
[Dain] "I shall do so directly," Dain replies, nodding to Morlim. "The King of Dale," the king continues, slightly tersely, as he looks at Jari, "may decide as he wishes to. I shall speak with him myself, but his opinion on the matter is not yours to decide, Master Dwarf." He pauses, sighs, then slowly rises from his chair to stand straight and upright before the small assembly. His white beard wags near his ankles.
"I am grateful for your accounts of this trip. Pray respect my wishes and do not gossip overmuch on the matter, especially before I have spoken with King Thranduil myself. Good night, cousins from near and far, and Captain Drengr."
[Drengr(#21273)]
"If I may Dwarf King, being that our presence is welcomed, may the Beornings accompany you to this trip to Dale? The Old forest road is not just used by Elves and dwarves. This Elf King" Drengr face seems to hold a spot of angry now but as it came, it soon faded. "Too long has he cast insults, and claimed what isn't rightfully his. Not long ago he even imprison a late chieftain of Beorning. To get to my point, we have all kin and blood die on that road. And we have all been injuried defending it. My brother Woodmen from Mirkwood are still fighting to reclaim their home from spider and orc. The Elf has no right to order anyone, and this is a matter for all to discuss."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari simply bows to the king, her be-jewelled beard wagging low.
Jari bows, as the King stands.
[Dain] Dain looks set to retire from the audience chamber, but he turns back at Drengr's request. It is considered for only a moment before the king nods. "You may, Captain. Understand that, should the Elfking wish to speak privately with me, he shall do so. But you shall be made aware, and allowed to engage in, all discourse that pertains to the Wilderland in its entirety. Does that suit you?"
[Drengr(#21273)]
"That is all I could ask for King Dwarf. You have my thanks." Drengr then lowers his head to a slight bow, awkward still, and not as low as his first. Despite finding this formality strange, for his kin, Drengr is being especially respectful.
Players: Dain, Thari, Morlim, Jari, Oskar, Drengr, Bifur
