Thread:Edacnik/@comment-26184570-20151229195938/@comment-26295802-20151230025738

Here's what I've finished so far!!!!: The sun beat down on Herendil as he sat under a tree in the far South of Umbar. Yet the afternoon was not as hot as it could have been, for the cool sea-breeze was enough to keep the Numenorean comfortable. He closed his eyes and dreamed of Itallie. . . But suddenly, he heard a voice:

"Hail, friend!" it said in a gruff dwarven accent

Herendil lifted his eyes slightly and saw Thorin I Stonehelm atop a Ram. So majestic looked the dwarven king, crimson cloak and on top of a beautiful grey war-ram.

"Hail, Thorin!" said Herendil "But I'm afraid I am tired now. . . would you mind waiting in a tavern in Umbar while I rest? I'll meet you there. . ."

"Of course, Herendil"

Herendil snuggled back into the warm sand as the sound of ram hooves deminished into silence. Herendil leaned back against the tree, closed his eyes, and dreamed of sweet Itallie. ..