Modest_Proposal June 24, 2023 Cecil Brandybuck Dahr-Ol "...Oh, the boat. So your people named the boat? Do the boats get stolen often? My former people often scribed hidden marks on items of value. In case they went missing. A blood feud erupted long ago over six sows stolen by one of the clans. They bled each other to the point of extinction as each side piled outrage upon outrage. “No, not usually. They have to be living. Horses, cows, chickens. That sort of thing.” He listened to Dahr-Ol’s tale as one might a hearth tale of some long, far away trouble, just as with the Dwarves who passed through the Shire. He imagined in a wide field clattering blades and horses and men. And after it all, a negotiation between kings and advisors. Lachiel ...Those first few nights, Lachiel regaled the camp with a few Elven songs that always did well in Esgaroth. She would sing them in the language of the Eldar as anything else would ruin the cadence. Much to his relief, the days past more quickly than during his solo traveling. Each night he slept to Lachiel’s songs, closing his eyes as if under the tree of a singing bird. Opening them, he was reminded of the burnt timbers of fort ruins. The day along the Great River. As they approached the boats, Cecil studied their construction intently. The woods here were made of prouder trees than the Shire and it showed in their shallow-arched timbers. The first boat rolled, heaving steadily less with each new member. First Lachiel and then Gramtyng and Dahr-Ol. He boarded the second boat, offering additional assistance to Barin. “They say the best way to avoid seasickness is to avoid overeating.” He eyed the Dwarf and smiled. “That’s why most Hobbits won’t touch a boat. Peppermint helps, too." Dahr-Ol Cecil, it sounds like you will be right at home for this portion of the trip. I would advise however, that we tone down our singing from here on. Or at least until we reach Mountain Hall. The Wolf Wood is home to its share of fell natured beings. And the dwellers in the Hall would not take well to us advertising our presence while we walk their hidden trail." He peered down with face fixed, staring beneath the rushing water and then up the river line. Whatever dangers crouched out of sight had not yet shown themselves. Perhaps they were afraid. He nodded.
Modest_Proposal June 24, 2023 Cecil Brandybuck Dahr-Ol "...Oh, the boat. So your people named the boat? Do the boats get stolen often? My former people often scribed hidden marks on items of value. In case they went missing. A blood feud erupted long ago over six sows stolen by one of the clans. They bled each other to the point of extinction as each side piled outrage upon outrage. “No, not usually. They have to be living. Horses, cows, chickens. That sort of thing.” He listened to Dahr-Ol’s tale as one might a hearth tale of some long, far away trouble, just as with the Dwarves who passed through the Shire. He imagined in a wide field clattering blades and horses and men. And after it all, a negotiation between kings and advisors. Lachiel ...Those first few nights, Lachiel regaled the camp with a few Elven songs that always did well in Esgaroth. She would sing them in the language of the Eldar as anything else would ruin the cadence. Much to his relief, the days past more quickly than during his solo traveling. Each night he slept to Lachiel’s songs, closing his eyes as if under the tree of a singing bird. Opening them, he was reminded of the burnt timbers of fort ruins. The day along the Great River. As they approached the boats, Cecil studied their construction intently. The woods here were made of prouder trees than the Shire and it showed in their shallow-arched timbers. The first boat rolled, heaving steadily less with each new member. First Lachiel and then Gramtyng and Dahr-Ol. He boarded the second boat, offering additional assistance to Barin. “They say the best way to avoid seasickness is to avoid overeating.” He eyed the Dwarf and smiled. “That’s why most Hobbits won’t touch a boat. Peppermint helps, too." Dahr-Ol Cecil, it sounds like you will be right at home for this portion of the trip. I would advise however, that we tone down our singing from here on. Or at least until we reach Mountain Hall. The Wolf Wood is home to its share of fell natured beings. And the dwellers in the Hall would not take well to us advertising our presence while we walk their hidden trail." He peered down with face fixed, staring beneath the rushing water and then up the river line. Whatever dangers crouched out of sight had not yet shown themselves. Perhaps they were afraid. He nodded.
