An Expected Journey Chap .9

Sorry for all the mistakes last chapter, we’ve edited it and will be using a different kind of spacing setup now. Please enjoy chapter 9. (Which will focus on character background while still setting the scene of the current story.)

As the climb up the Gerudal Mountain continued, Oro and the Dwarf carried Symon on a makeshift cot. A few feet below the two, the Elf stood talking to the Mage. Oro could see them talking urgently and constantly checking behind them, but he could not hear them over the roar of the powerful wind. Oro decided that he would give up trying to lip-read through a snowstorm, he turned to face the slope of the mountain. The Dwarf sang a slight song to himself, barely audible over the storm.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarfs of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elfish lord

There many a gloaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

The dragon-fire, in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, and many a song

Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches biased with light,

The bells were ringing in the dale

And men looked up with faces pale;

The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarfs, they heard the tramp of doom.

They fled their hall to dying -fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon

The song seemed strange to Oro, as he had never heard a Dwarfish chant. Unknowingly, Oro was listening to an ancient song sung by the Dwarfs for good luck on a journey. This tune was taught to young Daothen by his late father, Dori. Ever since, the song would remind the kingan of that great journey and the sadness of its end.

For the kingan of the dwarfs was no extraordinary dwarf as a youth.  Apart from the fact that his father was the famous Dori, who reclaimed the one peak with the help of the traveling party, he was the same as any young dwarf. But that changed when the Dwarfish wars began. The king of dwarf’s son died in battle. The king’s only son had been the previous kingan, but now a new kingan was to be chosen. There was a great contest for the honor. The title of Kingan is given to the most worthy dwarf in the eyes of the king. For one who bared the title of kingan would go on great quests for the king. (In other words, the kingan is the vice president and quest taker for the king – Editor) The contestants had to climb all the way up the lone peak into the cave where the great dragon smaug was killed only 100 years previously. Then they had to ring the great bell atop the mountain, and journey into the cave of the goblin heir. The heirs were vicious beasts capable of tearing any to shreds. To win, the contestants had to take the head of one down the mountain and gift it to the king.

On the day of the contest, young daothen was inspired by his father’s speech, and, while he was too young to enter the contest, he faked being older and joined the contest. The mountain looming before him, he began the valiant charge upwards into the mist.


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