A mane of dark, almost black wavy hair flowed down his shoulders and you noticed several braids, too. He was slightly taller than most of his companions his ceremonial black and golden armor shone in the last rays of the setting sun. Every member of this group had an impressive beard and at least one dangerously-looking weapon. The retinue of the King Under the Mountain was passing through the main street of Dale a large group of proud Dwarven warriors in beautifully ornamented armors and helmets traveling on ponies. Finally! You’ve heard so much about the Lonely Mountain and its inhabitants and now you were going to see their king! Without thinking, you hurried outside and followed the crowd. “The King of carven stone is returning to Erebor, see it for yourself!” she encouraged you, pointing her head at the door.Įrebor. “What is happening?” you asked the barkeeper, a robust, middle-aged woman with a kind smile. A large group of the patrons moved to the door and left the tavern in visible excitement. Enjoying the food in the main hall, you suddenly heard a commotion outside, and a sound of horns ringing in the air. After renting a room in a tavern, you ordered dinner to the sound of your growling belly. At least, that was what you hoped for.ĭale welcomed you with sunny weather and blue sky. If you were to find yourself in the vicinity of the Long Lake, you would have a chance to admire both the famed palace of king Thranduil of the Woodland Realm and, what was especially interesting to you, the legendary work of the dwarven stonemasons of Erebor. That is why you decided to travel to Rhovanion.
As a woman of Men, you were fascinated by other cultures, their architecture and their building techniques. If anyone would ask why you decided to travel so far away, you would tell them you’d always wanted to see the Misty Mountains. Growing restless and eager to see the new world you were living in, you decided to join one of the merchant caravans and travel north to Rhovanion to find your luck there. You were quickly noticed by the best Master Builders of Minas Tirith who taught you the secrets of their art in exchange for your knowledge. You were drawn towards the elegant towers of the White City, the capital of a land called Gondor, and started your new life there, quickly adjusting to it and making good use of your education as an architect.
You found yourself at the place called the Pelennor Fields, a place that, you were sure of it, wasn’t marked on any map of the Earth you knew. The sleep came soon, but when you woke up, both the storm and the forest were gone, along with the life you knew so far. Lost in the sudden darkness, you found a place to hide under a tree and decided to wait out the night. Two years ago, you got caught by a rainstorm while on a hike in a forest. Soon, merchants started arriving with their goods, along with new settlers, searching for a good place to live. Most of the people of Esgaroth moved to Dale, set on making it their new home. After Erebor was reclaimed by the Dwarves, the nearby city of Men that once was bustling with life needed rebuilding. The first time you saw the King Under the Mountain was on the day you arrived to Dale.
Thank you very much for your patience - I hope you will enjoy the three chapters I prepared for you. Third Time’s the Charm is a story prompted by ask.
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