The two dove into hiding at the voices of Kargin and the Nameless Trouble. The latter was obviously trying to tend to his master’s wound but Kargin was apparently unhappy about it. He roared in the pain.
Kargin: What’re you doing?
Nameless Trouble: Calm down! I’m tryin’ to get you cleaned up!
Kargin: Leave me alone!
The Nameless Trouble ignored his master’s command and bathed the wound in the river-water. Kargin only screamed louder.
Kargin suddenly stood up, shoving the Nameless Trouble to the ground.
Kargin: Did you hear that?
Nameless Trouble: No, I didn’t.
Kargin: Quiet, maggot!
Kargin limped over to the river’s edge and looked over at the far bank, as if searching for something.
Kargin: Halflings, two of ‘em. I can smell ‘em.
Nameless Trouble: That’s just your wound getting’ to you! Sit down!
Kargin: Shut your mouth! Or I’ll teach you a lesson!
Kargin’s hand moved toward the big scimitar strapped to his back. The Nameless Trouble backed away slowly; Kargin smiled.
Jake and Mistimr waited in their hiding place, knowing it would not be long before they were discovered. They talked in barely audible whispers.
Jake: We have to get out of here.
Mistimr: But they will discover us!
Jake: Quiet! I have a plan.
Jake fingered a rock in his hand before standing up and throwing it. It struck Kargin in the head and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
The Nameless Trouble had caught a glimpse of the attacker and, drawing his sword, made his way slowly across the river.
Mistimr: Great! Now you’ve done it!
Jake: We can’t give up yet; follow me!
The Hobbits saw some sticks lying on the ground and quickly picked them up, but the Nameless Trouble had arrived on their side of the river.
Mistimr: Goodbye Jake!
Jake: Don’t worry, we’ll make it out! Take some rocks!
Jake handed some rocks to Mistimr, who shoved them into his pockets.
Mistimr and Jake ran forward and began beating the Orc on the head with their sticks. The Nameless Trouble could do nothing against them as he was trying to bat away the attacking wood.
Nameless Trouble: Curse you, halflings!
Mistimr: It’s working!
Jake: Yes, I know it’s working!
Suddenly the two Hobbits were yanked off the ground by their feet, the Nameless Trouble fell from his aching head.
Kargin: Halflings……You will die.
Voice: Drop them!
Kargin looked up to see a Dwarf running straight at him. A blade was soon buried into the Orc’s side. Kargin dropped the Hobbits and screamed in pain. Jake and Mistimr were bewildered, not knowing exactly what to do they lay still, hoping that they would go unnoticed again.
The Nameless Trouble stood and drew his sword to help Kargin when he heard a loud cry.
Voice: Raud-ailbain, Enwari feirk, treig oinair ein du daisan!*
The Nameless Trouble felt a blow to the side of his head and dropped to the ground, unconscious.
The two newcomers scooped up the Hobbits and began running away from the scene of battle.
The four had made it far away from the Orcs and the Hobbits were set down to walk on their own.
Mistimr: Thank you for saving us, what are your names?
Ronin: I am Ronin Silverore, I am known as Dragonslayer where I come from due to the number of the beasts I have slain.
Ogar: Don’t listen to him, he just likes the attention; Ogar, at your service!
Jake: Right, I’m Jake Baggins, and this is my friend Mistimr.
Ronin: A pleasure to meet you both, but now we must be returning to Erebor. We have learned of the Orcs’ designs. I must discuss them with King Dain.
Jake: Well it seems to me like you’re asking for our help; we can’t help you. We are lost.
Ogar: Right, we know the way.
Ronin: I know the way, you mean.
The day was coming to a close and the four were arriving at Erebor, ready to tell all that they had learned to King Dain.
The four made their way inside, the Hobbits were taken to clean themselves up but Ogar and Ronin made their way to the Throne-Room in the Upper-Halls. There they found Dain.
Ronin: My lord, we have learned the purpose behind the Orc attacks.
Dain: Tell me of this purpose.
Ronin: It will require a short story…
Ronin: I was exploring the Iron Hills, looking for any Drakes that had wandered too far from their lairs.
Ronin: I soon came across a small band of Orcs. I hid behind some rocks and waited until all but one had left.
Ronin: I quickly killed and searched him. I came across a letter. I opened it and found, to my great surprise, that it was written in Elvish Characters. I do not recall all that it said but I remember this: “When it is perfected, alert…” it was smeared with blood and I could not read anything at this point “…time is coming.” At the end there was no signature and the envelope bore no seal but on the back was a large white hand.
Dain: This is ill news, though it makes little sense.
Ogar: Listen to my tale, then you will understand more fully.
Ogar: I was, in my turn, journeying about the Iron Hills; for I had tired from the labors of smithery and longed for some fresh air.
Ogar: I soon saw a small band of Orcs, nothing I wouldn’t be able to defeat; but they were talking. I didn’t understand what they were saying but they soon went into a cave in the mountain-side.
Ogar: I followed them inside the cave where I saw a great forge works. They were making weapons and armor.
Ogar: I looked about the cave and I soon saw Orcs being pulled from the ground. They looked much tougher than ordinary Orcs but they soon died when they were drawn forth. If this design were perfected, they would be a very powerful army.
Dain: I still don’t understand. What do Orcs being drawn from the ground have to do with us?
Ronin: You still do not understand? These Orcs are a special breed. They are tougher than common Orcs and stronger. I have no doubt in my mind that these special Orcs were referred to in the letter as needing to be perfected.
Dain: Then what are we to do?
Ogar: We must lead an assault on their cave. I know where it is; you have enough warriors in this Mountain to destroy it, bury all evidence. I need not explain for whom these Orcs are being created; for you know, as much as you deny the possibility of it, it is true.
Ronin: What’s more, they know about Skargim, much as you and I know. He is a special case; you know well why he was given the Crest, and unfortunately, so do they.
Dain shook his head.
Dain: Then this is the final debate, we march in one week; make it known to Skargim and his friends, Arthonen and his warriors. Everyone who is willing to come must be allowed.
Ronin: Yes milord!
Note: The Dwarvish language used above is my own invention; it has nothing to do with Tolkien’s Dwarvish language and I did not use any of his words. The translation is: ‘Bloodmason, Dwarvish hammer, bring honor to your maker!’
Great episode! Excellent job on the custom parts for Ronin and that's awesome you're working on your own Dwarvish and stories, too! The banter between Ronin and Ogar was great! Can't wait to see the next one.