Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-29253515-20181109173103


 * 1) I do not know if this story is written well enough or if it breaks lore, though i am almost sure it does not.
 * 2) In treason of Isengard and atlas of Middle-earth Belegost is still located in the Ered Luin in the Thirth Age which means that at least part of it must have survived.
 * 3) author:[Ori son of Floi]
 * 4) title:[The lost heirloom I]
 * 5) types:[blue_mountains]

I Ori son of Floi am the master of history at the library of Belegost. A title held at the highest regard among the dwarfs, at least that is what my wife {name:dwarf_female} tells me. Belegost is one of the great dwarven cities of our time, even after the destruction of a large portion of the th during the War of Wrath and the migration of many of our people towards Khazad-dûm. Belegost is only dwarfed by Khazad-dûm and Erebor, but i am getting distracted again for i have a great unfinished tale to tell. It began with a call to adventure, as two of my friends, Throin son of Fili and Baraz son of Gamil had just arrived from one of their adventures and had asked me to set out with them on a quest to the lost Halls of Dáin in the Grey Mountains. Though i am not of the type that takes on every call to adventure, for i am very attached to my books and home, this one was irresistible to me, for i could not resist to witness the lost halls of our brethren and search for lost artifacts. I knew it would be dangerous, so after a good meal and saying goodbye to my wife, i grabbed my throwing axes and my warhammer and i set out with my lads. On the way towards Arvedui's mines where we would set up camp Throin told me that we went to South Forochel before going to the Grey Mountains because we needed more supplies, even though i disagreed on this decision my friends insisted as they told me that they could convince the Lossoth to sell fish and warm clothing for rocks that looked like gems as they thought it where. Though i did not like to trick people out of their belongings and hard earned coin, we needed enough food for the journey without losing all our coins! I hope the people reading this will not think any less of us because of our ill-conditioned intentions. We arrived at Arvedui's mines in the evening where we set up camp. We set up camp, made a campfire and just when Baraz wanted to tell about one of their adventures for the tenth time we heard a howl in the distance. Wargs, Throin said, we put out the fire and hid inside the mines, even i knew that these were wargs because there had been a pack of them roaming around the north of the Blue Mountains for a while then, but no warriors where send to deal with them even though they had killed three merchants already. This because the Lord of Belegost and most of the warriors went to the Misty Mountains a few years ago to avenge King Thrór of the Longbeard clan who had been slain by a giant orc called Azog claiming to be the new king of Khazad-Dûm, or Moria as it is called now. Throin and Baraz had also encountered and fought more than one warg on their adventures so they knew the sound of these vile creatures all too well. After we found the sleeping area of the mine we lay down and fell asleep, at least after Baraz finally found a bed that did not break after he sat on it. The next day Throin was sent out to scout the surrounding area for any dangers, after a few hours he returned having seen nothing except for a great boar he wanted to tame or eat, but we did not have time for taming or fighting a boar of course, and we had more enough to carry, so we traveled on towards South Forochel. After two day we arrived in South Forochel where we were welcomed by the towns chief. The people of Forochel are not as tall or as strong as the men of Gondor but they looked thougher, at least that is what Throin told me. i had never seen a Men before so i did not know about these things. After we were invited to eat and drink with the chief and his family we sold them the rocks and got some food and coins in return, we set out once again to the Grey Mountains, towards Dáin's Halls. We were not even gone for four hours when suddenly a snow storm hit us and we lost track of north and south and west and east, we traveled for what felt like days until we saw a cave in the white mountains of Forodwaith. We went in and clutched close together for the cold was unbearable, but just when we were warming up and Baraz wanted to tell about one of his adventures again we heard a strange sound coming from inside the cave. We saw a light and a great shadow on the wall coming towards us! We immediately stood up and grabbed our weapons as a great snow troll came around the corner running towards us screaming THIEFS it is MINE! Throin told me to stay back for they had fought worse, in the meantime the troll was still running towards us, i grabbed my throwing axe out of my backpack threw it at the troll while Baraz dodged one off its strikes, My throwing axe hit the beast in its shoulder and the troll screamed out in pain, he lifted his mace and struck at Throin son of Fili with astonishing speed for a creature of his size Throin flew back and hit his head against the wall with an ear deafening sound. as he tried to strike a second time at Throin, Baraz jumped in front of the creature and hit it in his knee with his axe the troll screamed in terror and dropped his mace while i leaped forward and hit it with my hammer (which i had just grabbed after i threw my throwing axe at the beast) in the chest, hearing his ribs break the troll cried out in pain and grabbed Baraz by the head and tried to squish him to death, at least that is what it looked like from my point of view, but i leaped at the beast and hit it on its big toe with my hammer and it cried out in pain and let loose of Baraz it kicked me aside and everything went black. waking up the sun shone bright on my face and i saw Baraz sitting and weeping next to a moving less Throin and a dead troll. We mourned Throins death and after a while Baraz suggested burying him in the cave. I said that we should not burry him in such an ill place, but there was no way for us to carry him all the way towards the Grey Mountains or back toward the Blue Mountains. After these events had transpired i knew why i did not go on adventures again and i was rethinking if i would go on with the current one. we started exploring the cave, because we knew that trolls always have treasure piles in their layer. We found a few coins a sword of bad quality steel, a lot of bones and dead bats, we just wanted to go back up when a twinkle of light fell into my eye. Behind a rock (which seemed to have been purposefully placed their) i saw a large and heavy vizored steel helmet lying on a big stone, the helmet was embossed and embellished with golden runes, that bore at its crest an image of the head of a dragon. Baraz asked me what i saw, and i showed him the helmet, we looked at the it in awe for a few minutes and i knew this was no normal helmet for i felt it was different and so did Baraz, i also knew because i had read a lot about ancient weapons and armor and i had seen a drawing and read of this helmet in the library at Belegost. A helmet with golden runes and magical ability's made by Telchar the great smith of Nogrod who had forged it as a gift for the than lord of Belegost, Azaghal. This, i said to Baraz, is the heirloom of Azaghal_VII ruler Belegost.


 * 1) To be continued.
 * 2) I hope the story is a bit believable and i would like to hear your opinion on it.
 * 3) I am dyslectic and English is not my native tongue so i hope i did not make (m)any mistakes and i would like to apologize beforehand if i did.
 * 4) I wrote this in notepad (except the letter û because i do not know how to type it.)
 * 5) I may write a second part if this one is well received. 