Snorri, Borri, and Hár

Spring, Year 2946 of the Third Age

After traveling for several days and successfully making their way across a steep gorge where an ancient stone bridge across a fast-flowing stream had collapsed, the company of heroes prepared to make camp among the ruins of some ancient settlement.
But before they can unpack their gear and send Vultar to hunt for food, the air was split with a series of shrill shrieks. A rasping horn blasted sounds tunelessly nearby, and a shout of “Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!” (dwarfish for, “Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you!”) echoed through the tree boughs.
The sounds of battle led the company to a small clearing where three dwarves were desperately trying to fend off three goblins. More goblins appeared when the company reached the clearing. Fortunately, the battle against the goblins was won with no one suffering a scratch.
Once the battle was done, the dwarves thanked the companions and introduced themselves while they wiped down their axes and sword. The dwarves said their names were Snorri, Borri, and Hár, merchants from various parts of the Wilderland now making their way to their ancestral homeland of Erebor, which in Sindarin meant “Lonely Mountain”.
Snorri urged everyone to get out of the rain, away from the scene of the battle, indicating that they had a safe camp nearby. There, the three dwarves offered to share a roasted pig and a keg of ale, as well as stories of their pasts and hopes for their futures in Erebor.
After several cups of ale had been enjoyed, and the dwarves had asked their guests to tell some of their stories, Hár produced his drum, and Borri his whistle. They struck up a tune, and Hár sang this song:

The Mountain was young, the valley green

Such a place they’d never seen

They came from far, they came from wide

With hammer and pick they delved inside

When Dúrin’s folk carved open a door

To the riches lying ‘neath Erebor

A many-pillared hall of stone

They mined and dug out their new home

The delver dug, the pick gave sound

Rubies, emeralds, opals found

When Dúrin’s folk carved open a door

To the riches lying ‘neath Erebor

A sturdy hearth, a golden throne

Plates of gold, thick walls of stone

A row of warriors stout and proud

Girt for battle, heads unbowed

When Dúrin’s folk carved open a door

To the riches lying ‘neath Erebor

None heard his wings, none felt his breath

But a hot North wind brought with it death

The lintel broke, the stone floor cracked

The treasures of heath and home were sacked

When Dúrin’s folk carved open a door

To the riches lying ‘neath Erebor

When the song ended and dwarven eyes were wiped dry of tears for missing Erebor, Snorri invited everyone to a game of Smoke Rings. Trotter, the halfling from the Shire, who had never in his lifetime played Smoke Rings won the game. As a reward, Snorri offered up an ornately carved pipe shaped like that of a dragon with smoke coming out of its mouth.
With bellies full of roasted pig caught by Borri in a snare earlier in the day and cups of ale emptied, the dwarves quickly wrapped themselves in their cloaks and fell quickly to sleep without offering to take watch for the night.
After settling on who would take turns guarding the camp for the night, the weary travelers laid down close to the warm campfire and drifted off into dreams even as they heard the distant angry howling of some dark creature, too far away to be a danger, but enough to sow nightmares as they slept.

Played on August 30, 2019

Plot type

Chapter

Parent Plot

Eaves of Mirkwood

The Company of Heroes:
Beran (a male beorning Warrior from the Misty Mountains)
Caranthiel (a female elf Scholar from Mirkwood)
Lifstan (a male barding Warrior from Dale)
Trotter (a male hobbit Wanderer from the Shire)
Vultar (a male woodman Slayer from Wilderland)

Snorri by Jon Hodgson and Sam Manley

Borri by Jon Hodgson and Sam Manley

Hár by Jon Hodgson and Sam Manley