Erebor Rebuilt

***Earniel*** · 04-21-2012, 07:27 AM

Thorin made his way down the Mountain towards the human encampment. He did not come down very often, almost only for the Council meetings. There was work enough in Erebor, and what more could a Dwarf want to live in than the renowned halls of Erebor, the Lonely Mountain? Pity the Dragon had been such a poor tenant, mind. It took much longer for the dragon-stench to clear than Thorin had realised. And a treasure didn't 'air' as easily as fabric hung out in the breeze.

In that aspect it sometimes was a relief to take the path down to the camp, and smell the fresh air. There were other smells here too. If the wind came form the Lake it still carried the faint smell of burnt wood, coming from the remnants of sunken Esgaroth. But with it came the sound of construction as well from the site where the new Lake town would stand. Thorin didn't know what they were going to call it. He shook his head. Trust humans to rebuild on such an open, undefendable place as the Long Lake! Why rebuild an obviously flawed design? But he had to admit, their tenacity was admirable.

There were smells coming from the ruins of Dale too. Several smells of stones that Thorin could identify by smell alone, and freshly hewed wood imported from Mirkwood. The Council building he was heading to, was one of the first stone buildings in New Dale; sturdy built but still sparsely furnished. He wondered if Bard had even built a house for himself yet.

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Rithelle checked her appearance in a mirror. She wasn't sure what bothered her to most, the mirror or her appearance. The hand-mirror, hardly worth the name, consisted of a broken shard of mirror-glas stuck on an unevenly cut piece of wood.

It was the best Rithelle could acquire for the moment, her old and pretty hand mirror now lost in the deep waters of the Long Lake. Along with pretty much all her jewellery except for the ones she had been wearing that night, which impacted her appearance as well. And afterwards she had had to barter what jewellery she had been able to save and now she felt bare. With habitual regret she remembered her wardrobe too that had sunk with the town. Live had been easier before the dragon.

She regarded the frown on her face in the mirror with annoyance. That frown was there a lot these days and she disliked how much older it made her look.

With a sigh she put away the mirror and rose. She was going to be late if she stayed here much longer, dwelling on the past. And that on her first Council meeting too. She had to leave now or she would have to run and Rithelle hated running.

She donned her mantle and picked up the slate with notes. Paper was scarce for the moment until the trade caravan came again. Rithelle would have to do with chalk and slate for the moment. She hurried towards the Council hall, briskly but without undignified running.

04-21-2012, 07:27 AM	#1
*Earniel* The Chocoholic Sea Elf Administrator Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: N?n in Eilph (Belgium) Posts: 14,363	Erebor Rebuilt Thorin made his way down the Mountain towards the human encampment. He did not come down very often, almost only for the Council meetings. There was work enough in Erebor, and what more could a Dwarf want to live in than the renowned halls of Erebor, the Lonely Mountain? Pity the Dragon had been such a poor tenant, mind. It took much longer for the dragon-stench to clear than Thorin had realised. And a treasure didn't 'air' as easily as fabric hung out in the breeze. In that aspect it sometimes was a relief to take the path down to the camp, and smell the fresh air. There were other smells here too. If the wind came form the Lake it still carried the faint smell of burnt wood, coming from the remnants of sunken Esgaroth. But with it came the sound of construction as well from the site where the new Lake town would stand. Thorin didn't know what they were going to call it. He shook his head. Trust humans to rebuild on such an open, undefendable place as the Long Lake! Why rebuild an obviously flawed design? But he had to admit, their tenacity was admirable. There were smells coming from the ruins of Dale too. Several smells of stones that Thorin could identify by smell alone, and freshly hewed wood imported from Mirkwood. The Council building he was heading to, was one of the first stone buildings in New Dale; sturdy built but still sparsely furnished. He wondered if Bard had even built a house for himself yet. ~~~~ Rithelle checked her appearance in a mirror. She wasn't sure what bothered her to most, the mirror or her appearance. The hand-mirror, hardly worth the name, consisted of a broken shard of mirror-glas stuck on an unevenly cut piece of wood. It was the best Rithelle could acquire for the moment, her old and pretty hand mirror now lost in the deep waters of the Long Lake. Along with pretty much all her jewellery except for the ones she had been wearing that night, which impacted her appearance as well. And afterwards she had had to barter what jewellery she had been able to save and now she felt bare. With habitual regret she remembered her wardrobe too that had sunk with the town. Live had been easier before the dragon. She regarded the frown on her face in the mirror with annoyance. That frown was there a lot these days and she disliked how much older it made her look. With a sigh she put away the mirror and rose. She was going to be late if she stayed here much longer, dwelling on the past. And that on her first Council meeting too. She had to leave now or she would have to run and Rithelle hated running. She donned her mantle and picked up the slate with notes. Paper was scarce for the moment until the trade caravan came again. Rithelle would have to do with chalk and slate for the moment. She hurried towards the Council hall, briskly but without undignified running. __________________ We are not things.