Scene 1: The Framsburg Front
On
the 24th of May the Fellowship finally comes within sight of a
settlement of Men. It is Framsburg, the old capital of Éothéod before it
was abandoned by Eorl the Young long ago. Now the descendents of those
Northmen who did not leave the upper Anduin are rebuilding the town. A
party of the town’s horsemen comes upon the companions as they hike up
along the Langwell toward
Herubrand’s
first query to his old friends casts a somber mood over the reunion. Rard
looks crestfallen, as if someone had punched him in the stomach and all the
air escaped his body. He lets Éogar explain the fate of Finbor and
Frolin. "We have not heard from them in almost as long as
you,” the knight says. Éogar then goes on to talk of the conclusion
of his first mission to the East. He is careful to speak only of
‘the treasure’ and never mentions the Iron Jewel of Morgoth that tempted
so many honorable hearts and brought so much pain to the world.
And
Heruband weeps, lowering his head into his hands and freely crying for the loss
of his old friends. “We went through much together, and I had hoped
that my ancestral sword would preserve Finbor Angbor’s son,” he
says in a broken voice. Wiping away his tears after a painful
moment’s pause he continues, “I praise the Holy Ones that you have come
to me safely, Vornmir and Rariadoc. I take solace that you survived the
aftermath of that great war to the East.”
Rard
embraces the big Northman and shares his tears, for long has the absence of
Finbor and Frolin troubled the kindly hobbit’s heart. Éogar
consoles his little friend and decides it best to turn attention to the others
in his group. Once Herubrand has regained composure, Éogar introduces him
to the Fellowship’s young Gondorian captain.
"Well
met, Herubrand!" Elboron says. "It is good to finally meet
you. Rard has told us of the battle of Galleth's Villa so many times I
feel as if I already know you."
Herubrand smiles and replies, “Little Rard hardly
needs an excuse to tell a tale! But the story he tells you is
true. It was a dire battle, and we were brought through it by the
leadership of a noble Man of your kingdom. You have a measure of him
about you, Elboron Faramir’s son, and it does you credit. Finbor
was a great man.”
Biárki
then steps forward and introduces himself. "So what quarrel have you with the Men of the East?" he asks.
Herubrand
nods politely to the dwarf and answers, “Only that they trespass across
the Desolation of Smaug at will and make unsafe all Wilderland. The
Easterlings are a wild and desperate people since fall of their Dark Lord, and
that desperation makes them dangerous. Mark my words, King Elessar will
have needs to fight another war against the Easterlings before they are broken
and brought under any justice.”
Biárki
nods at this reasonable answer and quickly pushes onto his real concern.
"It is good to hear that dwarves are welcomed in Framsburg,” he
says. “Are there some that live here or may be traveling
through? I would like to share news and perhaps a pipe with my kin."
Herubrand
replies, “Then you had best follow the Langwell another twelve leagues
upriver to the eastern slope of
"Our
news and hardship do not end with the disappearance of our old friends,"
Éogar says to Herubrand. "We have traveled from the western slope of
Gundabad where King Elessar lays siege to the darkness within. Many of
the Shadow's servants have massed there, and we are trying to coordinate an
attack with garrison on the eastern slope. Our journey has been difficult
and our supplies are all but gone. Gundabad has a dark power remaining
that is stronger than we had realized."
Herubrand
nods grimly and says, “Then we have much to talk about. Come with
me to Framsburg.”
Elboron
readily assents to the request, and Rard is overjoyed at the thought of an
actual bed and a real roof over his head. "You are looking much
better than we saw you last. In fact, I feared the worst," says
the hobbit as Herubrand hops back up onto his horse. "I'd say our
reunion calls for a feast. Lead on to the brace of rabbits cooked with
tiny onions and a honey glaze!"
Herubrand
smiles and says, “I cannot promise you such a feast, but I will grant you
all the hospitality that I can.”
Éogar
says, walking alongside his friend’s horse, "You must show us your
town of
Herubrand
smiles proudly and replies, “We have cleared away all of the old ruins
and built a new settlement of wood and stone, protected by an encircling
fence. Framsburg is not yet the equal of Esgaroth-upon-Long-Lake, but it
will grow with time.”
The
fellowship follows Herubrand’s party to the town which lies some miles
more in the distance, arriving at the foresaid fence in the afternoon.
The barrier is mostly a dike with an earth mound behind the trench, and a
little wall of stacked stones rises atop the mound. Wooden gates are
places at two points, east and west, in the barrier. The company enters
through the east gate, following the path up onto a gentle slope.
Framsburg is a little town upon a small hill, perhaps two dozen wood-and-stone
cottages and halls with thatched roofs. Indeed, it is not the equal of
Lake-town and perhaps not even of Bree. It is more akin to Archet or one
of the other Breeland hamlets, home to no more than 500 people. They are
all fair Northmen alike to Éogar in appearance, and the industrious folk are
too busy at work to pay the arrivals much mind. Framsburg, Heruband
explains, oversees a great many hides of land, farming the fertile soil south
of the Langwell to the
Luládi
barely contains her awe at the "great encampment" and its curious
inhabitants. Her fascination with this brave new world does not soon
diminish, and she is eager to explore the settlement. Herubrand regards
the young outland woman kindly, and happily points out to her all the sights
that are so foreign to her eyes. Indeed, the Lossoth woman is a new
discovery to Herubrand and his folk, who did not even know that people lived
beyond the cold
Presently
the travelers come upon the greatest hall in the town, a sturdy wood building
that would be a commonplace structure in Edoras. The Framsburg riders
dismount and tether their horses in a small stable, while Herubrand leads the
fellowship inside his home. It is modestly furnished, but the hall is
cheered by a roaring fire and friendly servants. Seeing to the running of
the hall is a beautiful Dorwinion woman not much older than Luládi. Éogar
and Rard recognize her as a girl from Galleth’s villa, one of the brave
lasses who served as nurses to the wounded. Herubrand embraces her and
introduces her to his guest. She is his wife; they married after he
recovered from his grievous wounds at Galleth’s villa, and together they
traveled across Rhovanion to Framsburg. “When I arrived
home,” Herubrand says, “I found my brother Horn gravely ill.
A pestilence came down upon us that season, and scores
of our people perished. When Horn himself died, the people hailed me as
thegn in his place.”
Herubrand
invites his guests to sit at his table, and his wife brings out flagons of beer
and trenchers of dried game, hind and conies. The beer tastes refreshing
to the mouths of the Men of the West, though Luládi blanches at the taste and
looks rather queasy in the stomach. The Lossoth woman is quiet throughout
the conversation, speaking up only to note how close Framsburg is to
Rard
quickly echoes Luládi inquiry. "So tell us your tale of the past two
years,” he says. ”And how does Framsburg now? Any orcs or dragons around?"
“Orcs
a plenty, but speak not of dragons! We have troubles enough!”
Herubrand replies. “For most of the past two years, the King of
Dale and the King-under-the-Mountain have massed their great armies on the
eastern slope of
“How
many warriors do you have in Framsburg?” Éogar asks,
exchanging looks with Elboron.
“Less
than two hundred men in Framsburg are of age to bear arms,” Herubrand
answers. “Most of them are needed to tend the fields, transport the
harvests, mill the flour, and bake the bread. I keep a guard of
two-score men-at-arms, horsemen of lance and bow, but they are needed to patrol
the borders, fend off the Easterling raiders, and escort the wagons to the
army.”
Elboron
says to him, “The decisive battle is coming. What part will you
play in it?”
Herubrand
states without hesitation, “I will lead my hearth-guard up the eastern
slope of Gundabad under the banner of the King of Dale. I who fought a
stranger’s fight in Dorwinion would never shirk my own people’s
battle at our very doorstep.”
The
young Gondorian lord nods in understand and presses the thegn no further.
When Éogar begins to ask if there might be any men here who
could be recruited to assail the North Gate, either to fight the dragon or the
orcs, Elboron gestures for him to relent. The Men of Framsburg are
few in number and limited in resources, and they are already full participants
in the war.
“Every
able soul in Framsburg is employed in the enterprise,” Herubrand says to
Éogar. “If there are any idle men to be found, they would be
elsewhere in
Herubrand
invites the guests to stay in his hall for as long as they wish, for he has
spare rooms with plenty of open beds, with down pillows and soft
heather-stuffed mats. Rard pleads with Elboron to accept the invitation,
and the young captain agrees that some few days may be spent in
Framsburg. Elboron knows the Fellowship needs more supplies, and he is
loath to ask Herubrand to provide rations he can ill-afford to spare. He
hopes to acquire provender for his party in the town.
The
next day the companions make their way to the heart of the settlement.
While Elboron searches out vendors who may sell him rations, Biárki insists on
visiting the inn and tavern to see if any dwarves may be found there after
all. Luládi comes with him, eager to meet new people though less eager to
smell again that strange brew called beer. Biárki finds a few men and
dwarves inside, travelers who pass regularly back and forth between the
Gundabad leaguer, Framsburg, Dale, and Erebor. Biárki regales them with
the tale of the Dragon of the North Gate, inviting any bold men to join him in
a return journey. There is glory to be had, and plenty of treasure in the
drake’s hoard. Éogar scowls in disapproval, and whispers to his
dwarven friend that attracting greedy followers would do no good. Indeed,
the dwarves who hear Biárki’s story are attracted to the idea of gold,
though they clearly are not warriors. Elboron soon dissuades their
interest and says to Biárki, "If any here wish to fight, they should join
the siege and kill orcs. I will not have treasure-seekers joining this
Fellowship." Biárki grouses at the parsimony of Men and spends the
rest of the day buying tankards of ale for his fellow dwarves, paying
out all his copper coins but not drinking anything himself.
Elboron
finds the town market abuzz with activity, mostly the preparation and dispatch
of caravans to Gundabad. The local trade in flour, honey, cheese,
vinegar, and oil takes second place, and prices are badly inflated by the twin
pressures of scarcity and demand. He finds one vendor willing to sell
some of his stock to a traveler. [Inspire test, failure] The young lord
tries to appeal to the vendor’s duty, explaining that he travels on the
king’s business, but the merchant shrugs him off and says he has plenty
of local mouths to feed. In the end Elboron has no choice but to pay a
silver penny for each day of dry rations, quadruple what he might normally pay,
and he has to beg the merchant for the privilege of buying every morsel.
[Persuade test, complete success] At most the vendor sells him enough flour,
cheese, and honey to last the five members of his company four days. It
costs him all of his gold pennies. He stalks off with a sack of acquired
foodstuffs, feeling poor and robbed for the first time in his life.
Rard
finds the day more enjoyable than his Gondorian friend. The hobbit
instead heads down to the river, where he finds some of Herubrand’s folk
fishing and working on boats. [Persuade (Fast Talk), complete success] He
manages to talk one of them into lending him a fishing line and hook, plus a
little bait; in return, he promises to share half his catch with the man.
[Survival test, complete success] Rard relaxes on the riverbank, dangling the
hook in the water and steadily pulling out salmons of varying size. By
the end of the day has a full ten big fishes, but true
to his word he gives five to the man who lent him the tools. Proud of
himself, the hobbit carries the gutted fishes back to Herubrand’s hall,
and in the kitchen he has them salted and smoked. The catch renders
enough food to feed all five members of the fellowship for one day.
On
the morning of May the 26th, the companions rise and enjoy a light
morning meal with Herubrand. The meals grow smaller each time, and it
becomes obvious to the guests that they are eating their host out of house and
home. Herubrand’s wife is “too busy” to sit down and
eat, and Herubrand himself is “sick to his stomach” and not
hungry. The servants, too, are looking a little lean. The thegn
invites his friends, new and old, to stay with him and eat their fill, but the
companions know they will need to move on. Though where they will go next
is yet to be decided…
Scene 2: A Pair of Kings
The
fellowship enjoys a few days’ respite in Framsburg, staying in the hall
of Thegn Herubrand. It soon becomes clear that the guests are a burden on
the household’s strained resources, and by the morning of May 26th
they all agree it is best to depart. Biárki thanks the mistress of the
household for her hospitality, kind words she repays with a gentle smile.
Herubrand joins the companions as they debate their course, and he provides
them with a tolerable map of the region when it is requested.
Biárki
takes the map first, determined to thank his host by pointing out a danger he
may have overlooked. The dwarf-warrior plants his thumb on the
It
is a look that Herubrand gauges well its meaning. “I will dispatch
scouts to watch the pass,” he says. “If orcs attempt to come
through it, we will lock up our town and send warning to the armies on
Elboron
next takes the map and states, "Our first priority is to get word to the
army at the East Gate. After that, I see two options.” He
traces one route north on the map with a finger and says, “We could
return the way we came, crossing Forodwaith and entering the North Gate, but we
would be forced to face the dragon once more." Passing
his finger south along the map he says, “The other option would be to find
a boat, travel downriver to Carrock, then over the
Éogar
answers, "For the time, our task is to reach the lines of the Eastern
Slope. We should consider our next course of action after that. He
sighs and adds, "It may be that facing the dragon is our only chance of
getting back in time." Biárki concurs, and expresses hope Nurin will
bring a company of dwarves to the North Gate—if word can be brought to
the dwarf-lord beforehand.
Rard
pours over the map, calculating distances and carefully estimating possible
travel times. After a while he says, "I am torn. We need to
rally more aid to the cause, so venturing south makes sense. But, the
North Gate cleared of the Dragon would be a great boon. We could keep the
orcs out of the secret path by blocking the entrance from the North
Gate.”
"Not
necessarily would this be a boon," Éogar cautions. "The dragon
did not seem to care for the orcs. He required a tribute from them in
order to let them pass. I daresay that it is likely in a fouler mood now:
any orc who dares to bother an injured dragon is likely to have more trouble
than he wished." The knight’s gaze passes to an empty chair at
the table, wishing it were filled by the wise Gilavas who could surely offer
sage council now. He lowers his head and adds, "But, for all we know
the dragon will join the orcs to strike back at King Elessar's army. It
did know that is who we represented, yes?"
Rard
flushes red and nods. "We introduced ourselves, so he knows where we
came from as well," he says. Frustration builds on the hobbit's face
as he moans, "And he will likely tell the orcs that we know of the
secret path, so they might decide to attack the King’s camp
now!" Biárki tries to console his hobbit friend, explaining that
such things are beyond their control. Rard nods after a time and replies,
“If such a thing has already happened, there is naught we can do about
it. I hope our quest is not in vain, with the Army of the North already
under attack by dragons and orcs.”
"We
do not need to face the Dragon of Gundabad again so soon," Éogar reminds
his little friend, hoping to cheer him. "Nurin has waited a long
time—he can wait a while longer for me to face the beast. I would
like to have him at my side as well. It is his rightful claim, regardless
of the deception with which he treated our group."
Herubrand
makes a fearful noise and says, “When you first mentioned a dragon, Rard,
I had hoped it was in jest. That a dragon dwells in
Elboron
gazes at the beautiful young Lossoth woman, who is so alike to his mother yet
different. Luládi looks back and after a time says, "You travel now
into lands that are strange to me, and I can no longer guide you.
Still, if it is your will to hunt the orcs then I will gladly accompany you on
this journey." Herubrand nods once, accepting her brave decision.
The
talk of strange lands reminds Éogar of something that Herubrand mentioned
previously. “Herubrand, the day we arrived you mentioned to us that
once you discoursed with a Great Eagle.”
Herubrand
nods and replies, “Drugwae was his name, a Great Eagle of the Misty
Mountains sent by Elrond of Rivendell to bring me word of your mission far to
the East.”
"Do
the Eagles have an aerie or can they be approached somehow?" Éogar asks
him. "Rard's stories tell of wizards who could summon their aid in
times of need."
“Aye,
I too have heard of wizards summoning them with a message borne by a moth, but
I think such tales are lies invented by twisted storytellers,” Herubrand
returns. “How wizards truly commune with the great birds is beyond
my knowledge. But, it is known that the Great Eagles keep a nest high in
the peaks above the eastern end of the High Pass over the Misty Mountains, some
fifteen leagues west of Carrock on the Anduin. There the Eagles keep
watch over Goblin-town below. It is said that a hundred years ago
Goblin-town was a foul darkhold of orcs until a mighty wizard and his company
of dwarves passed through and broke their power.”
Rard
clears his throat and adds, “I do believe there was a famous hobbit among
that company.”
Herubrand
smiles in innocent ignorance and continues, “The Men of the Anduin Vales
still see the Great Eagles from time to time. Those who venture to climb
the mountains beyond the
Éogar
looks to Elboron and offers one alternate course: The fellowship could spend
more time in
Elboron
nods in thought, considering both Éogar’s proposition and Rard’s
carefully constructed timeline of possible journeys. In the end he
decides to postpone the decision until the fellowship’s first task is
fulfilled—to bring word to the King of Dale and the
King-under-the-Mountain on Gundabad’s east slope.
The
companions inform Herubrand that they will depart this very morning and ask his
counsel about how to travel. Is a riverboat available to go to the siege
line? Would a riverboat be available to take them down the Anduin in subsequent
days? Herubrand answers, “Framsburg has a small number of barges
that are poled and towed upstream to the encampment of the armies, but they
carry great loads and are slow. The Langwell is a very swift stream, and
you are better to walk upland to the mountain spurs.” He pauses
before addressing the second query: “A few merchants maintain riverboats
to convey trade between Framsburg, the Anduin Vales, Carrock, and beyond.
You may be able to convince one of them to give you passage—for a
price.” He adds in a sheepish tone, “I have no authority to
command the disposition of their property, and the generosity of traders is
strained during times like these. They will not freely give that which
commands a good price.” Elboron nods, still glowering over the vast
sum of treasure he spent procuring a small amount of foodstuffs from the
traders in Framsburg.
*
* *
The
companions bid farewell to Herubrand and his wife. Following his advice,
they march out through the west gate and hike along the riverbank to the west,
upland toward the mountain spurs. Even at the hard pace kept to by the
travelers ever since they left the Lossoth camp, it becomes clear to Rard that
his hopes of reaching the siege lines in one day is unrealistic. The distance
is around 40 miles over fairly rough terrain, undulating riverbank that grows
increasingly hilly as the elevation rises toward the mountains spurs. By
the end of the day the companions have made it only half the distance, and they
have consumed the salted fish caught previously by Rard. Fortunately,
fresh water is plentiful: the travelers need only dip their skins in the nearby
stream to draw their fill from the swift, cold water. The next morning
they continue their journey, passing into the foot-hills beneath the eastern
slope of
By
nightfall on the 27th of May, the companions come within sight of a
great armed encampment drawn across the eastern spurs of
“I
am Elboron Faramir’s son, with a company sent by King Elessar from across
At
last the travelers are brought to a great pavilion in the heart of the
encampment, with torches on high poles all around. The guard throws open
one of the cloth flaps, revealing a great table inside. Standing around
it are a party of tall and grim Men, one of whom wears
a golden crown, and a band of stout dwarves, one of whom bears a mithril
diadem. As they draw near, the companions overhear the end of a debate
between the dwarven-king and the King of the Men. “I grant the
justice of your words, my friend, but I cannot much longer deny my folk their
due,” the dwarf says. “If they do not see battle by the end
of the summer, they will return to the
“My
lords,” the guard says, bowing deeply as he interrupts the debate.
“Messengers have come from King Elessar across the mountain.”
He stands aside to let the fellowship file past him and then says to the
travelers, “You come before their lordships Bard the Second, King of
Dale, and Thorin the Third, King-under-the-Mountain.” The guard
bows once more to the kings and then retreats back to his post.
King
Bard turns to face the arrivals and says, “We welcome emissaries from
King Elessar!”
King
Thorin nods and says curtly, “What news do you bring for us?”
Scene 3: Grim Counsel
On
the night of May the 27th, well over a month since they first set
out from the King Elessar’s encampment, the Fellowship of Forlorn Hope
has finally reached its primary goal: the allied camp beleaguering the eastern
slope of
The
fellowship’s young captain bows his head to the kings and says, "I
am Elboron son of Faramir of Gondor. We bring greetings from King
Elessar, my lords.” Elboron then turns to his comrades and
introduces them one by one. Luládi and Biárki are both silent, each for
their own reason. The Lossoth woman is a strange foreigner in these lands
and dares not speak to mighty lords who command so many warriors arrayed with
hardened leather and steel. Biárki knows well these lands, and his
reputation precedes him.
The
King of Dale receives the visitors with generous words, but King Thorin chooses
to regard only Biárki. “We have not heard your name in the halls of
the
“Khazad-dûm
will one day be home to our people again,” Biárki replies in a low voice.
“Aye,
but you are not fated to bring it about. Prophecy destines
another,” Thorin Stonehelm says. “Only death awaits you in
Moria, Biárlin’s son. That will not bring back Balin or his
people. Better that you spend your blood in service to work that can be
achieved in our lifetime.” The dwarf-king then passes his gaze over
the others and waves in a vague gesture. “Enough of this talk,” he says. “Now tell us what you have
come to say.”
Rard
frowns as the dwarf-king pays him no heed, nor does the King of Dale
correct the dwarf. “I guess this Thorin is not unlike his
namesake, who did not take much account of hobbits until his end,” Rard
whispers to his friend Éogar. The knight presses his finger to his lips.
The
King of Dale offers a low chuckle and says in a gentle voice, “May I have
the good fortune to be like my namesake! Girion’s Line has never forgotten
that honorable hobbit who befriended Bard of old in the dark days.”
It is enough to mollify Rard, who flashes a little smile and bows awkwardly to
the king.
Éogar
takes a step forward and speaks: "We also bear word of a great assault on
Gundabad in the coming months.”
Elboron
moves to his side and explains, “King Elessar is planning to attack the
Western Gate of Gundabad on the first day of October. He requests that
you also launch an attack on the Eastern Gate that same day. Only by
attacking on multiple fronts may we find victory. Will you join the
battle?"
Bard
and Thorin exchanged surprised looks. “This is a bold move and
unexpected. The last messenger from the West brought news of a reverse
suffered by the royal army,” says Bard.
“Messengers
also brought word of the reverse to Gondor and Rohan, and during the past year
reinforcements have come to bolster the King’s army,” Éogar
replies.
King
Bard nods and looks to Thorin, who regards the visitors wryly. “You
ask us to delay another four months!” he growls. “The King of
Dale has been loath to test the enemy strength at the East Gate, and my folk
have grown wroth with waiting.”
"Yes,
we overhead that you dwarves were planning to leave by the end of the summer,
but King Elessar needs everyone to wait until October the 1st to
ensure that the assault will be coordinated. There is not time to
reschedule—do you think you could convince them to wait?" Rard queries.
Thorin
Stonehelm balks at being so addressed by a hobbit. He snorts,
“Dwarves' schedules are not set by Men or hobbits!”
Elboron
raises his hand in a gesture of calm and says, "My lords, the orcs sit in
their holes content in the belief that they can outlast our siege. And
they are correct: The host on the west side of the mountain will not be able to
sustain its siege through another winter. We either win this battle, or
we fail."
[Debate
(Negotiate) tests, +1 affinity for Persuade (Oratory): Éogar, failure (no
modifier to Elboron); Elboron, failure] Elboron negotiates with persuasive
words, and his mein of deference appeals to these lords, but he asks of them
great trust to undertake a grave risk. After a long pause Bard says,
“The Men of Dale will do their duty. We will keep the leaguer and
launch our attack on the 1st of October.”
Thorin
Stonehelm thinks long and hard before he speaks: “You ask more than I can
promise. Durin’s Folk will not leave Gundabad without a fight, of
that you can be certain! But, we have already held this leaguer for more
than a year and I cannot warrant the mood of my people any longer. I will
speak to my folk and present your case, but I cannot give you any assurances
they will wait until October.”
Elboron
and Éogar protest that any earlier attack by the dwarves alone would be for
naught and that their best service would be to fight alongside their Dale-men
allies on the stated date. Bard agrees and encourages Thorin to try to
persuade the dwarves, but his tepid words suggest that even he no longer
believes the wrath of the dwarves can be contained. Despite these
interventions, Thorin Stonehelm is unmovable. “I have spoken, and
will not be compelled to accede to the judgment of Men!” he snaps.
He then glares at the visitors and says, “If you have said all that you
have come to say then this council is done.”
"There
are other matters of concern," announces Éogar in a darker tone. The
knight then relates the tale of the hidden pass, of Nurin and
“A dragon!” King Bard
exclaims. “Indeed has
Thorin
grunts and says, “It was foolhardy to rile the dragon. Who can say
now what is the disposition of the North Gate?”
He then looks at Éogar and adds, “Finish your
counsel and then be off.”
The
knight meets the dwarf-king’s steady gaze and responds, "We feel
that your troops must be strengthened. There is a
darkness in Gundabad that has gathered a powerful host from the fallen
Shadow. Our troops were not prepared on the western slope.”
“There
are no more dwarves in all Wilderland who can be gathered under arms,”
Thorin states. “Let your friend Nurin return to East of East and
gather a host of Ironfists. Durin’s Folk have already done
enough.”
Bard
nods in grim agreement. “I have brought all the men who can be
spared from Dale and Esgaroth. If reinforcements are needed, they must be
found elsewhere and sent to our camp. On October the 1st, I
will march up the slope with whatever Men—and dwarves—will join
me.”
*
* *
The
companions are escorted out of the pavilion by a pair of guards, who then guide
them to the camp of the Dale-men. The mood is low, for their charge has
been only partly successful. It remains to be seen whether Thorin will be
able to convince his dwarves to participate in King Elessar’s
strategy—or even if Thorin himself will assent. Some of the
comrades suggest remaining to try to persuade Thorin, or at least some of his
dwarves, of the need to cooperate, but Elboron realizes they have already made
what case they may. Doing any further would require them to stay in this
camp until October, interceding each and every time the volatile passions of
the dwarves changed. The captain decides that the company will depart in
the morning—there is no point in remaining here any longer.
“Our
duty is to return to the King's camp,” Elboron states. But by what
path should the fellowship return to him? Elboron lays out his vision of
traveling south to the Anduin Vales then west across the
"I
too would rather not chance the North Gate again. We know what is there
and it is the greatest risk to completing our quest," says Éogar.
Rard sighs, admitting disappointment at the thought of undertaking another
long, hard overland journey so soon. Yet he relents and agrees with
Elboron’s decision.
The
companions are given tents to sleep in, and what dinner remains in the
army’s cooking pots. Most of the travelers lay down to sleep as
soon as they have eaten, but Éogar and Rard decide to spend some time among the
troops. Éogar visits the guards and tries to converse with them about the
region, hoping to learn more about the other Men of
On
the morrow the companions rise and join the Men of Dale for a morning meal in
camp, hot porridge and hard cider. Afterwards, Elboron and Éogar approach
the quartermaster, relating King Bard’s commandment. Word was sent
to him, and the quartermaster listens to what is needed. The men request
as many days of provisions as can be spared, and a pack animal if one is available.
[Debate (Negotiate), +1 affinity for Persuade; Éogar = marginal success (+1 to
Elboron); Elboron, complete success] The quartermaster balks at the scope of
the request, since five travelers who plan on traversing nearly 800 miles need
quite a large amount of provender—perhaps 150 man-days’
worth. In the end, the quartermaster consents to provide only half of the
amount, 15 days’ worth for each traveler. As for a pony or mule,
the quartermaster explains that it is quite impossible to part with even one,
for every beast is needed to cart in provender from across Wilderland.
The supply clerks issue bundles of wrapped way-bread with dried fish and fruit,
on the order of fifteen pounds to each of the companions. So put-out is
the quartermaster that Rard has no hope of bothering him for a bedroll or extra
arrows. Elboron thanks the quartermaster, but in his heart he is
disappointed.
The
fellowship leaves the camp by late morning and returns downriver to
Framsburg. The hike down-country is easier, and the travelers reach the
town before twilight on May the 29th. They are saddened to
learn that Herubrand is gone: He has taken Biárki’s advice and led a
patrol to the low pass through the
Elboron
finds himself once again haggling with men motivated by profit, and it is all
the hotheaded young man can do to rein in his temper. Only one pilot is
willing to undertake a boat journey down the Anduin to the Carrock, and he
insists that two silver pennies a head is a bargain in these dangerous
times. [Debate (Negotiate) test, failure] Elboron is unable to get the
pilot to budge on his price and reluctantly hands over ten silver pennies,
almost the last of his money. Rard shows that he has nothing but a few coppers
left, and the only ‘money’ that Luládi carries is two little pieces
of exotic ivory.
The
pilot takes the money, agreeing to set off later that day. The boat is
barely large enough for the five companions plus the small crew, but it is
sufficient. Fortune does favor the travelers over the next few
days. A good, brisk northwester billows the little sail most of the time,
and the boat makes about 10 miles an hour, on average. Absent other
commands from his client, the pilot spends about 8 hours a day on the river,
then beaches it at night and camps on the bank. He provides no food, of
course, so the companions are compelled to dig into their supply of
rations. Rard complains that if they but spent a few hours each time in
one spot he could fish for food, but Elboron seems to feel that time is of the
essence.
By
the afternoon of May the 31st, the boat comes upon a wide, verdant
islet in the middle of a wide expanse of the
The
companions step off the boat and make their way to the thorp, where around a
hundred people look to be present. The buildings are very humble, wooden
shacks with thatched huts, but at least they are solid and permanent.
Most of the residents are golden-haired Northmen like the Men of Framsburg, but
they show no great surprise at seeing Rard. Indeed, when they spot him
they usually are overheard commenting that Rard must be “one of the
little river-folk” who fish the waters in the nearby dales. Rard is
surprised to hear such talk until he recalls that Sméagol, who became poor
Gollum, was originally from this land, and his people, the few remnants of the
Stoors who did not cross over to the Shire in the Third Age, must still be
nearby. The visitors also overhear talk about the Aldermen—several
are gathered together at the thorp’s humble hall to discuss the threats
facing Wilderland these days.
Elboron
leads the group to the largest building that can only be the hall. There
are no guards or soldiers, though most folk here carry knives or small
hatchets—tools rather than weapons. When no clerk or scribe or
watchman can be found, Elboron shrugs and knocks on the closed door.
There is some clamor inside and a moment later the door inches open. An
old grey-haired man sticks his head out and snaps, “What foolery disturbs
us now?” When he sees a party of armed travelers of various races,
led by a noble youth of great bearing, he stares wide-eyed and shuts his
mouth. The old man pulls open the door and steps back, so that the
handful of other old men inside can see who has arrived. They, too, all
stare. Finally one man says, “Who are you?”
“I
am Elboron Faramir’s son, with a company of emissaries from King Elessar
of Gondor and Arnor. May we speak?” The old men nod and
gesture for the party to join them at their rickety log table.
Scene 4: The Call of Wilderland
On
the afternoon of May the 31st, the Fellowship of Forlorn Hope comes
before a gathering of Aldermen of the Anduin Vales. The humble aged men,
distant descends of the Éothéod of old, are stunned to see so strange a company
of emissaries come before them. It is Éogar who speaks first, the accent
of his tongue not dissimilar from these northern folk. He says, "Men
of the Anduin Vales, your people gave birth to mine, the Riders of Rohan to the
South. Our common ancestry gives us independence, strength, honor, and
valor. But, with this great gift from our past comes
responsibility. This fall, the
“You
speak the truth, for the Orcs of the North upon occasion raid all the lands
down the Anduin, at times to Carrock and even beyond,” replies one
Alderman.
“That
Éogar
answers, "We ask your aid, like the Men of the Mark already have
given. We need you to rally your troops and assist the assault on the
Eastern Gate of the Darkhold. Only together can we fell
the evil that remains inside and make your lands, as well as all others that
fall near
Most
of the aldermen nods in sympathy, listening more closely to what the emissaries
have come to tell them. “We do not keep a body of men-at-arms in
the Anduin Vales,” says the leading alderman. “The Men of
every vale are free holders, who gather to arms of their own accord when cause
arises. We cannot command them but only sound the call.”
“
"I
am from the distant Shire,” Rard says, describing his far-off homeland
that is contributing to the war effort. He continues, introducing his
comrades, “Elboron is from distant Gondor, and Éogar, Luládi, and Biárki
are also from distant places.” He looks to all the aldermen and
urges, “We are all banding together to fight off what remains of the dark
ones. We are asking that you gather what fighters you have, that arrive
at the battleground by September 25th, and that you have food for
two weeks while there.” [Persuade combined test, superior success]
It is a reasonable case made in reasoned language, and the murmurs reactions of
the aldermen suggest that they are seriously considering the request.
Elboron
now speaks: "Victory is no sure thing. Particularly on the eastern
side of the mountain, our forces have a desperate need for more brave Men to
take up arms in defense of their homes. For the consequences of defeat
are too terrible to contemplate. The entire
The
aldermen immediately put the proposition to a vote, and the men readily and
overwhelmingly agree to join the war effort. Only a couple men are
hesitant, but they quickly come around for the sake of unity with the rest of
their people. The elders seem to be thoroughly convinced that the fight
against
“We
will return to our Vales and then send word to the Vales whose aldermen are not
here today,” says the leading man. “But, who will gather
together the men into one host? Who will train them as a body and
convince them not to return to their homes, until the force moves out? We
have experience as leaders of our folk, but never have we
Éogar
says, “I will beg leave of my captain to stay with your people, if you
will have me.” The aldermen nods in agreement, impressed to have
one of the long-sundered Eorlings to
The
islet village contains a few hostels for visiting aldermen and other stately
travelers, and the elders set some aside for the fellowship. Whoever will
stay here will have a roof, drink, and food provided them. As the companions
depart from the meeting hall, they discuss their own state of provisions and
what courses lay before them. Rard is most concerned about foodstuffs,
and Éogar too realizes more will be needed for a long journey. Yet he is
loath to trouble these people further, when their energies are being directed
toward mobilizing men for war. "None should need to give so much in
these days," he notes, but recommends nonetheless that the company
requisition rations from the Anduin Vales. However, Elboron perceives the
difficulty and decides not to make any further requests—the fellowship
will need to fend for itself.
Éogar
is first to propose that the fellowship divide, the better to essay multiple
goals. He explains that someone is needed here to make sure the Men of
the Anduin Vales gather in force and keep together in camp. "We must
see as many people as we can reach the Eastern Gate. I must stay to
ensure that happens so much the better,” he
says. The time will also give him chances to hunt along the river,
hopefully stockpiling venison for the fellowship’s supply. Elboron
nods in thought, and soon agrees with him. Éogar will stay, Elboron will
press on to the Carrock, and the others may do as they will. The young
captain suggests that Rard remain with his old friend Éogar, which pleases the
hobbit very much—eager as he is to find the exotic hobbits who are
supposed to live by the rivers in this region. Biárki tacitly assents to
follow Elboron, but Luládi is not keen to go any further by boat. She is
struck by the wonders of this trading settlement and wishes to stay. That
night the companions share one last meal together, and in the morning Elboron
and Biárki return to the boat, sailing south down the Anduin toward Carrock.
Staying
behind in the settlement, Éogar, Rard, and Luládi wait for the fighting
volunteers to start assembling. The aldermen return to their vales to
raise the call, urging their friends to come to the islet and hear Éogar speak
his case. In the meantime, they spend their days doing minor business in
the thorp, fishing, and hunting. Rard, who has little money left to him,
begs his new friends for some useful items—he would like an iron cooking
kit again, and a healer’s kit too.
[Persuade (Fast Talk), marginal success] This is not a rich thorp, but there
are herbs, balms, and bandages in plenty; one of the aldermen sees to it that a
healer’s kit is put together for the hobbit. However, iron pots and
pans have great value here, and no-one consents to part with them out of mere
charity. Luládi also visits the marketplace and comes to greatly enjoy
this activity called shopping, which is a new experience to her. Finding
her Lossoth garments out of place in this land, she speaks with clothiers in
the market and offers them one of her little seal-ivories in trade. The
fair maid from Forodwaith smiles kindly to the old craftsman, whose heart is
touched by her exotic beauty. [Persuade test, +4 Fair, complete success]
The clothier has never seen seal-ivory before and is greatly excited by its
worth, and he decides more than anything he wishes to see Luládi is his best
garments. He dresses her in a fine outfit, a lovely cloth gown, light hosiery, girded with a pretty belt, a bright cloth
cape, and a pair of leather walking shoes. The Lossoth maid cannot help
but giggle in delight, and the old man is pleased.
When
fighting men begin to arrive along the riverbank, Éogar and Rard cross the
Anduin to speak to them. Éogar orders the forming of a great bivouac, where
he proclaims to the volunteers the justice of the cause. Those who will
stay now, he begins to train in the ways of the battlefield. He hopes
that by the time he departs, the Men of the Anduin Vales will have some worthy
captains among their number. Though over the next many days more and more
men respond to the call raised by their aldermen, they are not bound to
open. Éogar speaks to each visiting deputation, hoping to convince them
to join the September muster. [Persuade (Oratory), +3 from Courage [0
remaining], superior success] Rard and Luládi are impressed by the eloquence
and passion of the knight’s words. Never before have
they heard him speak so much or so well. The Men of the Anduin
Vales, too, are impressed, and most of them swear oaths to come back for the
September muster. Many also stay in the bivouac for a time, to be drilled
in war by Éogar. Éogar guesses that most men of fighting age in the Vales
have pledged to fight, and he has hope that perhaps 1,000 warriors will be sent
to the eastern slope of Gundabad in September.
Rard
watches the coming and going of so many men, and notes that a sizable battalion
is already forming in the riverbank encampment. Since it is already
mid-June, the hobbit urges Éogar to send a detachment to the leaguer of the
East Gate now, as a sign to King Bard and King Thorin that help is
coming. The knight fears to push his chances any further—he has
already asked much of these men, and he decides avoids ordering them to attempt
any missions before September. Rard, too, is worried about Framsburg,
thinking on the poverty of Herubrand’s house and the high cost of
food. Could not the Anduin Vales send more provisions to Framsburg or the
leaguer of the East Gate, as a donation to the war effort? Éogar perceives
how much food is being consumed by the men in his bivouac, and knows much more
will be needed for the September muster. To him, what Rard suggests in
unnecessary for the war and unfair to the Men of the Anduin Vales, and he
refuses to ask them.
Rard
is not too put out by Éogar decisions, and he tells his friend that he wishes
to see more of the Anduin Vales. Here there are supposed to dwell hobbits
long sundered from their kin in the Shire, and he longs to meet them.
Along the way they can hunt and fish. Éogar feels that that gathering of
troops is well under way and that he can spare a short absence. Leaving
Luládi behind with her new friends in the marketplace, Éogar and Rard cross the
river and hike into the lowland river country to the southwest. Most of
the Men of the Anduin Vales dwell a little further north, and the friends
encounter few of them. They find the lands fairly fertile, stocked with
fish and fowl and some game. Finding hobbits is a different matter, since
they do not know where to look. [Track combined test, failure] Despite
their combined efforts, they uncover only a few old signs of the presence of
halflings—tiny tracks in the mud, little traps and nets. They spend
some days wandering the area looking for hobbit villages secreted away near the
*
* *
Elboron
and Biárki, at the while, sail down the Anduin to the Carrock. It takes
several days to cover the nearly 20 leagues distance, and the captain drops off
his passengers on the eastern bank before turning about and rowing back up the
river, since he has completed his hired fare. Elboron and Biárki are
quickly intercepted by a man named Grimwine, who apparently is the Warden of
the Carrock, in Grimbeorn’s name. Apparently, Grimwine is none too
pleased by travelers who sail into the lands of the Beornings, thereby
circumventing the Carrock crossings which he guards. Elboron announces
the War against
The
estate of old Beorn is lush and full of life, but fairly humble. In the
great hall, with a fire-pit roaring in the center, Elboron and Biárki meet
Grimbeorn, the elderly son of the hero from the late Third Age. "The
orcs, trolls and other evils that have gathered in
Gundabad are the enemies of all the Free Peoples of Middle Earth,”
Elboron tells Grimbeorn and his servants. “At this moment, two
armies are besieging the mountain. Men from Gondor, Rohan, Dale, Rhovanion, Dwarves from Erebor, and even Elves and Halflings
are preparing for a final assault on this evil.” He says that the
Men of the Anduin Vales are mustering, too, and urges the Beornings to enter
the fight. [Persuade (Oratory), failure] However, it proves a difficult
sell. The Beornings are few in number, just a few hundred people in and
around the Carrock. Grimbeorn is very old and hard of hearing, and his
servants do little to correct what he fails to perceive. Elboron is all
out of courageous words, and is at a loss to convince the Beornings
otherwise. Grimbeorn treats the emissaries from the West kindly, and he
insists that they stay with him some days, enjoy his hospitality, and share
with him news of the rest of the world. Yet for all their efforts, when
Elboron and Biárki depart it is in knowledge that the Men of Carrock will not
join the coming battle.
It
is now June the 7th by the time Elboron and Biárki leave the House
of Beorn. Grimbeorn has given them a goodly amount of provisions, enough
to bring the young lord and the dwarf up to 15 days total (even after what they
consumed to get there). They are now a full 20
leagues from the Anduin thorp as the crow flies, at a time when Rard and Éogar
are off hunting for game and trying to find the hobbits.
Scene 5: The Return of the Fellowship
Throughout
early June, Éogar and Rard see to the mobilization of the Men of the Anduin
Vales. "Truly we have struck a chord with these good folk,"
Éogar observes to his friend. "My heart rises to see their
courage. I yearn to stay with these men and assault the East Gate with
them. The Western front will have many heroes, and King Éomer will have
sent a new commander for the Riders by now. Here, these men have no
leader. But my duty is to see this fellowship to safety."
Rard
is disappointed that no-one in the settlement was able to give better
directions to what he had hoped would be Hobbiton East, and even more
disappointed that he was unable to locate them himself. Having built up
an image in his head of a large dinner party, a down bed, and smoking a pipe
while drinking hard cider, he is poor company at the meager meals during the
rest of the time in the Anduin Vales. Neither is the hobbit altogether
happy with Elboron’s plan. The young lord declined to plan a visit
to Rhosgobel, and Rard never misses an opportunity to complain to Éogar that
the fellowship is missing a golden opportunity to recruit a troop of bowmen and
maybe even a magician. Éogar, who thinks his little friend has read too
many hobbit-tales of yore, says nothing to encourage his dreaming.
Upon
returning to the islet thorp after traipsing across the countryside with Rard,
Éogar notes that Luládi seems to have befriended the Anduin traders, judging by
her fine garments. "You seem to have a way with the merchants of
this thorp. Perhaps your words will touch the craftsmen as well?”
he suggests to her. “Speak with them and see if you can convince
them to craft stout shields of oak or sturdy spears. Much of the weaponry
I see these men have is old, and their force would be bolstered if they had
better arms." The fair lady makes an appeal on Éogar’s behalf
in the little marketplace, and most folk listen well to the exotic, beautiful
foreigner. [Persuade test, failure] Yet they protest that they lack cured
wood in sufficient quantity to make hundreds of new shields or spears.
Éogar addresses the people and asks if lumberjacks will volunteer to cut fresh
timber, but he is told that there are not enough trees close by to produce so
many arms. The Men of the Anduin Vales need the timber for houses and
fences, for firewood, and for cover for game; it is unacceptable to strip the
land bare of trees. When they need large quantities of timber, they trade
with the Wood-men, for there are trees in plenty in
A
couple days later Éogar decides that the group can no longer tarry in the islet
thorp, for Elboron and Biárki surely have completed their dealings with the
Beornings by now. A number of captains have been elected by the Men of
the Vales, and Éogar has finished training them as best he can.
Messengers arrive bearing pledges from all the vales to contribute horsemen or
footmen to the muster, and Éogar is confident that a goodly force will join the
host at the East Gate in September. Éogar bids farewell to the captains
and to the aldermen who have helped him, and they wish him a safe journey back
to the West.
Yet
Luládi will not go with them. She says, “You must return across the
mountains, and I must return to my people.” A group of Anduin
traders is setting out soon for Framsburg, and Luládi will accompany them; from
there she will cross the
*
* *
Grimbeorn’s
house is barely five leagues from the western riverbank across the Carrock, a
distance that Elboron and Biárki easily cover in a single day at a mild
pace. There they await the arrival of their friends in an encampment
under the watch of Grimwine, the warden of Carrock. The days pass idly for
Elboron and Biárki, as neither is crafty in the ways of the wilderness and
cannot hunt or fish with any skill. Grimwine takes pity on the warriors
and shares many of the fish that he and his men catch in the river. It is
enough to sustain them while they wait. Finally, at dusk on the 14th
of June, Éogar and Rard arrive. The knight and the hobbit set off from
the thorp several days earlier. Unable to find any raft or boat going
downriver to Carrock, they hiked on foot at a brisk march, though they spent
many hours each day hunting and fishing in the river in order to live off the
land. Rard, too, scavenged the countryside for wood. Every so often
they came upon a little copse, and the hobbit gathered up many faggots in his
pack; he is determined that the company shall not want for fire on the return
trek.
Elboron
and Biárki are saddened not to see Luládi with them. Éogar explains her
choice to return home, a decision they all can respect. Rard drops
himself down to rest in the camp and asks when the company will essay the
Rard’s
demand for a watch proves a wise precaution on the second night in the mountain
pass. An hour before dawn Rard hears the sound of many scuffling feet
tromping through the pass from the east. He rouses his friends, who douse
the fire, gather their gear, and rush through the pass to the west.
Behind them they spot a numerous troop of mountain goblins,
some two-dozen. Yet ahead of them a band of goblins half a dozen
strong springs upon them from a concealed cave, one of many that fill the
They
run to the west for many hours, daring to stop only at the end of the day, and
only then does Rard let his imagination turn to the Eagles. “I
wonder if one of them was Drugwae, who spoke with Herubrand?” the hobbit
asks with a broad smile.
“If
it was, that Eagle has done us great service,” says Éogar.
It
takes the fellowship four days to cross the
The
next morning the companions set off on foot along the banks of the River
Bruinen, and after a time come upon the
By
the 30th of June, they reach the
The
heroes are welcome back to the encampment with great joy and cheer, for they
were feared dead. As Éogar suspected, Nurin and Mim straggled into the
camp in the middle of May. Nurin treated with King Elessar and told that
the dragon most surely devoured his impetuous servants. A great despair
struck the Men of the Grand Muster, but the King refused to let them
depart. “I have put my faith in my friends and followers,” he
announced to the army, “and I will not give up hope yet. We
promised Faramir’s son that we would give him until the last week of
September to return, and we will stay here until then.”
Elboron,
Éogar, Biárki, and Rard are brought to King Elessar. His first reaction
is hardly unexpected: “What has befallen Gilavas Parmandil?”
Those friends who survived the Elf-sage tell the King every detail of the
journey since leaving the camp in the middle of April. And the King
openly grieves to hear of the death of Gilavas. He listens to Éogar’s
account of Nurin and says, “I have no cause to challenge his claim to the
halls of his ancestors and relations of old. We have welcomed him and his
people in our host. Yet I deem that Nurin has a suspicious heart and even
still does not wholly trust my motives.” The tales of the Gundabad
mansions, of Luládi and the Lossoth, of Framsburg rebuilt fill the King with
wonder. He is most happy to hear that the fellowship was able to muster
perhaps a thousand fresh troops from the Men of the Anduin to join the assault on
the East Gate. His joy is muted when Elboron reveals that only Lord Bard
agreed to wait for the joint assault, that King Thorin could make no
assurance. King Elessar nods once, grim and resolute: “We all must
do what we may.”
The
next couple months pass slowly as the Grand Muster readies itself once again
for war. Reinforcements from the Reunited Kingdoms have arrived, swelling
the ranks of the army back to their numbers before the first assault. Six
éoreds to replace those Eorlings killed under Halcred’s command
have arrived from Rohan; hundreds of foot soldiers from Gondor to the south
have arrived to bolster the units shattered in the first battle. The last
wagons of supplies arrive from the Shire, the last of the provisions that the
hobbits can spare. It is enough to keep the army in the field through
October and no longer. The coming battle will decide everything.
Then,
at the end of August, the morale of the army is shaken. One morning the sounds of a great clash from across the mountain are heard, screams
and shouts and the ringing of weapons. Within a few hours the sounds are
silenced, but later that day a band of orc-archers sallies out of the West
Gate. They carry great slings and hurl tiny rounded objects at the edge
of the camp, and then run back into their mountain fastness. Scouts
investigate the hurled objects and are disgusted to discover that they are the
severed heads of dwarf-warriors, still in their tight steel helmets: a full
two-score heads.
“What
could this mean?” asks one of the Gondorian captains.
King
Elessar looks at Elboron, who stomps his foot hard on the ground and shouts
angrily at the sky. “The Dwarves of Erebor did not wait. They
pressed their own attack and were repulse!” he seethes.
The
King frowns, looking upon the ruined visages of the brave dwarves.
“A count of forty heads is the price they paid for this folly,” he
says. “The orcs cut the heads off the bodies and threw them at our
camp in hopes of filling us with terror, but our resolve is only
strengthened. That they had no more heads to throw at us may mean a great
many dwarves survived their assault. We can hope that they will stand
with Lord Bard in the coming fight.”
Finally,
the month of September arrives and the Grand Muster prepares itself to assault
the West Gate one last time in conjunction, it is hoped, with allies on the
eastern slope. King Elessar calls a Council of War, and all his lords,
captains, and counselors gather in the royal pavilion to plan strategy.
The King himself will command the host, leading from the front among the
guard-unit, the heavy infantry of Minas Tirith. He then looks to his
followers and asks where he each of them will stand in the coming battle.
His eyes rest with great interest upon Elboron, Éogar, Rard, and Biárki, who
have suffered so much for his cause.
Scene 6: The Last
September in the 17th year of the Fourth Age
of Middle-earth. The Fellowship of Forlorn Hope has completed its task
and returned to the encampment of the Grand Muster in time to join the final
assault against
During
the weeks leading up to the assault planned for October the 1st, the
heroes of the fellowship prepare themselves for war. They see less of
each other now, but the bonds of friendship are strong and bring them together
from time to time. Together they remember Gilavas Parmandil, Luládi, and
Herubrand, friends lost or departed. Éogar and Rard remember Finbor and
Frolin, too, vanished friends who are never far from
their thoughts. However, some acquaintances from their quest are not far
away—Nurin, Mim, and the other Ironfist Dwarves. Shortly after
returning, Éogar privately seeks out Lord Nurin to settle accounts with him.
The knight well knows the import of keeping his pledge. "The Drake
of Gundabad may yet live, and your home is not safe,” he tells
Nurin. “When my duty here is finished you and I will gather
together some heroes and confront it again. Drake-slayer proved a great
boon against it, but its dragon-spells are potent. Our fellowship was
shattered by it. I know my oath to you, and I shall see it
through.”
Nurin
regards Éogar kindly, and it seems that the Dwarf-lord’s suspicions of
the motives of the King of Men have been quelled by spending time in his
company. King Elessar has received Nurin with great courtesy and promised
that any hall in Gundabad that he claims by right shall be his without
question, and Nurin is well pleased. “I doubt you not, Éogar
Garbald’s son,” Nurin replies. “I feared you dead, and
if you can escape a dragon once then I trust you can return a second time and
slay it. And when you do, you shall be accompanied by a Dwarven host, and
I shall be at its head.” With peace has been achieved between them,
the Knight of Arnor and Ironfist Dwarf-lord clasp forearms in a gesture of
friendship.
A
few weeks before the scheduled attack, King Elessar summons a council of
war. Captains, counselors, and lords of the realm gather in the royal
pavilion to debate the strategy for the coming battle. Éogar, Elboron,
Rard, and Biárki are given places of honor in the assembly, positioned at the
right hand of the king. Everyone present hails them, for none doubts that
they suffered hardest of all to make the final assault against Gundabad
possible.
The
first matter addressed is who shall command the army in the field. There
is a general acclaim for the king himself to take command, as he promised at
the end of the first battle the previous year. Éogar joins the acclaim,
hoping to stave off any man who seeks his own greater glory. He praises
the memory of Halcred, once his rival but his friend by his death, but echoes
the call for the king to lead. “The troops need your leadership and
presence to bolster their strength and allay their fears," he says.
King Elessar nods solemnly and accepts the acclaim—he shall be the
general of the army and no other.
When
the discussion turns to plans for battle, the young lord Elboron is among the
first to offer a proposal. He describes the location of the
The
proposal raises a great tumult among the captains, for it entails both promise
and risk. Some men say that the element of surprise is well worth the
danger, but others say that such a tactic siphons away troops with no guarantee
that the collapsed passage leads to a vulnerable enemy position. Shrewd
counselors point out that while a host occupies the
"A
scouting party should keep an eye on the hidden dwarf-pass through which our
host was flanked by wolf-riders in the first battle," says Éogar.
"At the sign of any enemy, they can return and ensure a strong line of
defense for our rear guard.”
There
is widespread agreement with the proposal. The king nods and replies,
“We will send more than a scouting party. A strong battalion of
archers and axe-men should hold the pass. Once the
The
king asks for every captain and counselor present to attach themselves to one
of the fighting companies for the coming battle. Elboron turns to his
hobbit friend and says, "Raridoc, you belong with the finest bowmen in the
Grand Muster—the Ithilien host!"
Rard
thinks back to the grievous wound he suffered in the first battle, and his
heart rises to his gorge his trepidation.
"I fear I may slow down the men of Ithilien,” he explains with a
little smile.
Éogar
watches the discomfiture of his friend and calls the king’s attention to
the hobbit. He suggests, “Perhaps Raridoc would be the ideal Chief
Scout for rear guard?"
Rard
readily agrees, accepting any charge that does not require him to face the
battleground again where last time he almost died. King Elessar nods and
offers a reassuring smile to the hobbit. “You will do us great
service in the rear guard,” he says, “but know that it is not free
of risk. If the dragon yet lives, it will be upon the rear guard that his
wrath will fall.” Rard nods weakly, answering that if that happens
then he will happily stand with the other archers against the worm.
The
days leading up to the Day of Battle pass hard for the friends. The
fellowship will be sundered—Rard and Biárki to the hidden pass, Elboron
and Éogar to the western slope with the Grand Muster. They dine together
often, and bid each other heartfelt farewells with promises to meet against
after the battle. The night before he departs with the rear guard, Rard
pays a visit to another old friend—Gamba Bracegirdle, the king’s
hobbit mapmaker. They chat about the Shire, and Rard’s heart thinks
fondly of it. "After the battle, I will go home for a bit," he
says. But, Rard’s heart has been touched by wanderlust, and he
knows that he could never settle down for good. Gamba sees it in him too,
and presents Rard with a copy of one of his maps of Northern Middle-earth,
complete with details that Rard reported to him based on his travels with the
Fellowship of Forlorn Hope. After bidding Old Gamba farewell, Rard
retires to his tent. His faithful mule Barion is tethered outside,
sleeping on the ground. Rard strokes the mule’s scruffy mane tenderly
then crawls into his tent for a fitful night’s sleep.
*
* *
October
the 1st, the Day of
Elboron
Faramir’s son rides before the gathered host, astride his beloved steed
Léofara. His father’s bow is in one hand and his shining longsword
in the other. He wears again the burnished mail corslet that he left
behind when undertaking the Quest of Forlorn Hope. A great hurrah is
raised for the gallant youth as he salutes his king and takes his place at the
head of the great company of Ithilien and the Mouths of Anduin. Éogar,
mounted on his trusted horse Hildwyn, rides at the king’s side.
Next to him is Rohirric lord sent by King Éomer with the fresh éoreds.
Éogar faces King Elessar and bows his head low. He says, “My King,
I request your leave to join with the Riders of Rohan. I still have much
to prove to my bretheren and it can only be done in the heart of their
lines." King Elessar gives his accent, and Éogar then turns to the
lord of Rohan. "Will have a Knight of Arnor in your ranks, as Halcred
allowed?" he asks.
“Gladly,”
the lord of Rohan replies. “The Lord of the Mark commended you to
me, and asked that I accept you and make note of your deeds in the
battle. Your name is on the lips of every man who followed you in the
first battle, and I would have you at my side as my first lieutenant in the
field.” Éogar thanks the Rohirric lord for his trust and, upon
offering King Elessar a final salute, rides off to take his place at the head
of the éoreds.
*
* *
In
the last days of September, the rear guard dug in to the hidden pass west of
As
the force began to dig in, Rard decided that waiting was the hardest
part. Taking his leave of Biárki and Halbarad’s son, he hike to the rear entrance to the North Gate where so many
months ago his fellowship plotted how to face the dragon. His eye caught
a bundled shape leaning against the wall of the trench—his old backpack,
left there when he sneaked into the North Gate to spy on the dragon. The
hobbit rushed over to it and opened it up, delighted to find his cherished
cooking gear in tact. Tossing the pack over his shoulder, Rard slowly
sneaked through the postern door and into the darkness of the North Gate.
The hall was utterly quiet. Carefully skulking along the walls, he crept
through the shadows to the main chamber where his friend Gilavas died battling
the Drake of Gundabad. Peering into the vast hall, he saw that it looked
different. Gone was the great heap of treasure on which the dragon
laid. In its place was a great heap of bones and scales and
carnage—the slaughtered remains of the dragon.
Greatly
surprised, Rard slipped into the hall for a closer look. Among the
remains of the dragon he saw the desiccated corpses of dozens of orcs.
Sometime over the past couple months, the orcs must have sought pass through
the North Gate—and when they found the dragon injured, they decided to
slay it and take the hall for their own rather than pay any more tribute to the
worm. “Count on evil to turn on evil,” he mused in his
mind. He breathed a sigh of relief that the Dragon of Gundabad is dead,
and further relief that it took no less than forty orcs with it.
Suddenly, he heard a great clamor from the other side of the great chamber,
from the huge doors leading into the heart of the mountain. When he was
hear last time they were closed fast, but this time he saw they were wide
open. “The orcs and wolves now must pass freely in and out of
the North Gate!“
he thought, alarmed. From deep inside the tunnel he heard the sounds of
marching boots and clanging metal; the coming of an orc-host! The hobbit
turned about and ran out of the North Gate as fast as he could. He forced
a hard march back through the pass to the position of the rear guard, and upon
his return told Biárki and Halbarad’s son what he learned.
“So
that means the cursed orcs have got my mattock!” was all that Biárki had
to say about it.
The
rear guard lay low in their positions, waiting out the last couple days until
the agreed upon Day of Battle. On the morning of the 1st of
October, the archers and slingers climb onto their heights while the
axe-wielding Dwarves array themselves atop their fighting embankment to await
the enemy. And sure enough, only a few minutes later a great column of
orc wolf-riders appears! They had started to muster in the North Gate the
other day when Rard spied on them, and now they have come to try to outflank
the Army of the West like they did in the first battle.
“If
the wolf-riders are moving through the hidden pass, that
must mean the battle on the western slope is already begun!” Rard says,
excited and nervous.
Halbarad’s
son nods to him. “Their dark general must have given them orders to
move through the pass at speed, in hopes of reaching the eastern slope before
the Grand Muster takes the West Gate. We cannot let them
pass!” Halbarad shouts his orders to the archers, who rain a hail
of missiles upon the coming wolves. “The Dwarves are upon
you!” Biárki shouts, raising the traditional Dwarven war-cry, a shout
taken up by all the others. The orcs and wolves are caught wholly by
surprise, but they have no choice except to press on and try to overwhelm the
strongly entrenched rear guard.
At
the same time, a dozen miles away, the rest of the Grand Muster surges up the western
slope. Thousands of orcs and wolves, and some companies of trolls, march
out of the West Gate to the resist them. The enemy is mighty in
number—but not so mighty as during the first
battle. King Elessar, at the head of the Minas Tirith host, leads the
advance. The vanguard of Durin’s Folk is close by, first to strike
at the orcs. The cavalry of Rohan, with Éogar in the van, thunders up the
flanks of the slope. Elboron captains the strong battalion of archers and
flank-guards, pressing them to fill in any gaps in the line. In both the
hidden pass and the western slope, battle against the Enemy of Gundabad is
joined. The heroes can only hope that the Men of Dale and Wilderland are
fulfilling their duty on the eastern slope, or else the Enemy reinforcements
will overwhelm the Grand Muster.
*
* *
Starting
Point: Winning (+1)
Grand
Muster modifier: +8 [King Elessar]
Orcs
of Gundabad modifier: +6 [Uruk general]
ROUND
1:
Elboron
(thick of battle) = complete success, +1
Eogar
(heart of battle) = superior success, +2
Rard
(outskirts of battle) = extraordinary success, +3
Grand
Muster = 3 roll + 8 modifier + 6 hero bonus + 1 Winning = 18
Gundabad
= 9 roll + 6 modifier + 2 hero bonus = 17
RESULT
= Winning (+2)
Elboron:
Parry test (TN 15), superior success = 1 lesser strike [2 damage, Healthy]
Eogar:
Parry test (TN 15), superior success = 1 lesser strike [2 damage, Healthy]
Rard:
Dodge test (TN 15), [2 Courage spent] superior success = 1 lesser strike [5
damage, Healthy]
Elboron:
Weariness test (TN 10), success, Hale (-0)
Eogar:
Weariness test (TN 10), success, Hale (-0)
Rard:
Weariness test (TN 10), success, Hale (-0)
ROUND
2:
Elboron
(thick of battle) = marginal success, +1
Eogar
(heart of battle) = complete success, +1
Rard
(outskirts of battle) = superior success, +2
Grand
Muster = 6 roll + 8 modifier + 4 hero bonus + 2 Winning = 20
Gundabad
= 5 roll + 6 modifier + 2 hero bonus = 13
RESULT
= Winning (+3)
Elboron:
Parry test (TN 15), complete success = 2 lesser strikes [total 6 damage,
Healthy]
Eogar:
Parry test (TN 15), superior success = 1 lesser strike [total 4 damage,
Healthy]
Rard:
Dodge test (TN 15), [2 Courage spent] complete success = 2 lesser strikes
[total 15 damage, Injured (-1)]
Elboron:
Weariness test (TN 12), success, Hale (-0)
Eogar:
Weariness test (TN 12), success, Hale (-0)
Rard:
Weariness test (TN 12), failure, Winded (-1)
ROUND
3:
Elboron
(thick of battle) = complete success, +1
Eogar
(heart of battle) = superior success, +2
Rard
(outskirts of battle) = complete success, +1
Grand
Muster = 5 roll + 8 modifier + 4 hero bonus + 3 Winning = 20
Gundabad
= 6 roll + 6 modifier + 2 hero bonus = 14
RESULT
= VICTORY!
Elboron:
Parry test (TN 15), superior success = 1 lesser strikes [total 8 damage,
Healthy]
Eogar:
Parry test (TN 15), failure = 2 greater strikes [total 18 damage, Dazed (-0)]
Rard:
Dodge test (TN 15), [2 Courage spent] complete success = 2 lesser strikes
[total 25 damage, Wounded (-3)]
*
* *
The
battle is hard-fought and bloody, but it is over in three hours. The day
is cool and overcast, as a black smoke belches from the tunnels and caves of
Gundabad to blot out the sun. Though it gives some comfort to the orcs,
it does not dampen the spirits of the Army of the West.
While the rear guard holds off the wolf-riders in the hidden pass, the Grand
Muster presses up the slope. Every hour carries King Elessar’s army
closer to the West Gate, until the vanguard Dwarves are able to rush past the
remaining trolls and seize the entrance! Thousands of orcs, hundreds of
Uruk-hail, and dozens of trolls lie dead on the slope, and there are no more
reinforcements inside
For
another hour the Dwarves and Men of the West hew down the orcs and trolls
fleeing ahead of them in a mindless rout. Much of the cavalry, Éogar
among them, dismounts from their horses and join the pursuit. One wing of
cavalry holds the western slope to make sure no enemy stragglers escape or that
no surprise reinforcements from the hidden pass arrive. Of course, they
cannot know that the wolf-riders in the hidden pass have no hope of reaching
the western slope. Rard and the rear guard have utterly checked their advance;
hundreds of wolf and orcs are slaughtered trying to break through the defensive
line, and when they flee in panic all the rest are hewn down by the pursuing
Dwarves. The rear flank of the Grand Muster is secure as the troops march
deep into Gundabad, purging the halls of the foul orcs, trolls, and wolves
inside. At the very last a gruesome Uruk with a tattered oriflamme of
Mordor tries to rally the defenders—he must be their general, the last of
the veterans of Sauron’s army at the close of the Third Age. But it
is too late, and the Uruk’s position is quickly overwhelmed. It is
Éogar who lands the finishing blow, his spear Drake-slayer crashing through the
Great Orc’s helmet and smashing his skull.
For
the rest of the day, the Army of the West pursues the scattered Orcs of
Gundabad and decimates their surviving numbers. Then, just before dusk
another great host is spotted advancing up the tunnel from the East Gate.
“Are they enemy reinforcements from the East Gate? Then we are
undone!” cries Forlong’s son, in command of the Men of the
Gondorian fiefs. But the coming soldiers raise a cry, “For Bard and
for Dale, on!” It is the Dale-men, followed by hundreds of burly
warriors from the Anduin Vales. Lord Bard strides to the fore, and when
he shakes hands with King Elessar it is the sign that the two armies of joined
together: both the West Gate and the East Gate have been taken! At Lord
Bard’s side is King Thorin, bloodied and grim but still alive. His
surviving Dwarves or Erebor decided to remain for the Day of Battle after all,
to avenge their losses suffered on their ill-advised solitary assault at the
end of August.
The
battle is over, and the Free Peoples of the West have won the war for
On
the next day, October the 2nd, a messenger from King Elessar reaches
the hidden pass and reports a great victory, summoning the troops back to the
western slope. A bloodied Rard Brandybuck rejoins his friends, and the
four surviving members of the Fellowship of Forlorn Hope embrace each other,
grateful that none of their lives were claimed by the war.
On
the 3rd of October, King Elessar declares that the war is
over. Lord Nurin and King Thorin are leading the Dwarven warriors
throughout all the tunnels of
“Long
have we toiled in this enterprise, and now our sufferings have been
rewarded. Victory is ours, and
Scene 7: Appendix – The End of Days
And
so the 17th Year of the Fourth Age of Middle-earth witnessed a great
triumph for the Free Peoples of Middle-earth. The Orcs of the North were
shattered, and Mount Gundabad reclaimed by the Dwarves. Lord Nurin,
learning that the Dragon of the North Gate was dead, released Éogar from his
service. The Dwarf-lord returned to the
Of
King Elessar and the Realms of the West, their history in the Fourth Age has
been written. Herein may be found the final tales of the Heroes of the
Fellowship, those who survived the quest and the War for Gundabad.
*
* *
What
fate befell Biárki Barrelheart, Biárlin’s son, is not recorded in any of
the annals of Middle-earth. Whether his heart found peace after the War
for Gundabad is not known. Some said that he stayed in Gundabad and
helped Lord Nurin rebuild his halls, at least for a time. Others said
that he returned to Erebor for a short while before disappearing
altogether. Still others said that he traveled alone to Moria and
entered, and there found his destiny. Many years later, perhaps
an Age of Middle-earth or more, the Dwarves led by Durin VII reclaimed
Khazad-dum. It is said that deep in the tunnels of Moria, amidst the
broken remains of countless orcs, Durin VII and his warriors found the
skeleton of a solitary dwarf with a patch over one eye and a great Mannish
longsword in his bony fingers.
*
* *
Éogar
Garbald’s son earned great renown in the last battle for Gundabad.
Many Riders of Rohan were saved by his strong hand. At the close of
the battle, the Men of the Mark cheered him as a great hero, and all sought to
clasp arms with him and call him brother. When the Grand Muster
dispersed, Éogar went with them. “I release you from your fealty as
a Knight of Arnor,” King Elessar said to him in a gentle voice.
“Go to your homeland, and receive that reward you long have sought and
richly deserve.” Éogar bowed low to his liege and wept, and the
King wept, too, to see his loyal servant depart.
At
the borders of the Riddermark, Éogar halted and set up a camp, for he would not
defy the law of the Lord of the Mark and enter the kingdom as a renegade.
For many days he camped on the open plain during winter, and finally a trio of
riders came to him. Their leader removed his great helmet, and it was
Éomer, Lord of the Mark. Éogar gazed at him in amazement and fell to his
knees. “Why does a loyal son of Eorl camp at the frontier of his
fatherland?” Éomer asked, extending a hand to pull Éogar to his
feet. “No longer are you a renegade, Éogar Garbald’s
son. The Lord of the Mark lifts your exile and welcomes you home as a
brother. By my word, the land and rank of your father are returned to
you.” Finally given the redemption that had been his heart's
desire for so long, Éogar returned to the land of his birth. He
sought out his beloved sister, Garwyn. She had harkened to every rumor
and bit of news of her brother brought to her ear, and great was her joy to see
him again. For the rest of his days Éogar lived in the Riddermark and
served Lord Éomer and his heirs. Yet Éogar never forgot the King of
Mundburg who long ago saw into his heart and accepted him into service, first
in the Tower Guard and then as a Knight of Arnor. Whenever King Elessar
put out a call for warriors to aid him, Éogar was first among the Rohirrim to
respond. Some years after returning, Éogar married a goodly lady of the
Mark and sired a son to follow him, to wear the Dwarf-mail coat and carry
Drake-slayer in battle. Indeed, the history of the world tells
many tales of knights who bore spears that could slay dragons and wore mail
coats impervious to wounds, and surely some of them are descended from Éogar Garbald’s
son.
*
* *
Elboron
Faramir’s son followed King Elessar back to Gondor. It was hard to
say farewell to his comrades, especially to Éogar who had been as a father to
him in absence of his own. But his duty lay to the South, in
Ithilien. He returned home to the hall of his father and mother at Emyn
Arnen. Faramir and Éowyn marveled at the change that had some over him,
for Elboron had seen much and suffered much before his twentieth year.
Elboron had become a great lord in his own right, a brave captain and a strong
warrior. Prince Faramir turned over many responsibilities to his son,
whose reputation was great indeed after the War against Gundabad.
But
Elboron burned for glory, and he joined every martial enterprise countenanced
by King Elessar. There was no battlefield from the
The
death of Elboron chastened Prince Faramir and Lady Éowyn, and they took care to
raise young Barahir in safety. Barahir grew up more alike to grandfather
Faramir than his grandmother of Rohan, and he became wise with the lore of
Númenor. All that is known of Barahir is that he became a great scholar,
for it was he who penned the famed Tale of Aragorn and Arwen.
*
* *
Rariadoc
Brandybuck had the hardest time saying good-bye to his fellows. It was
painful enough to bid farewell to new friends like Elboron and Biárki, and a
lump came to his throat when he had to take his leave of King Elessar and
Halbarad’s son, but saying good-bye to Éogar was more than he could bear.
He threw his arms about the doughty man and shed many tears. “Do
not weep at this parting, Rard,” said Éogar. “You above all
will be blessed with lifelong friendship.”
When
Rard departed, it was not alone. He went in the company of the old hobbit
Gamba Bracegirdle, and with him went his beloved mule Barion, companion of many
long travels. But he also found a third friend. Before parting with
the Grand Muster, a party of Elves approached him. With them was Cúroch,
the beautiful Elvish-steed that had once belonged to his friend the Grey-elf
Bergalad. “Master Brandybuck, will you not take Cúroch with
you?” asked the Elves. “He has been in our care since you
rode him to Rivendell from East of East two years ago, but he languishes without
his master. He was fit when you rode him, and it is right that you keep
him in your custody.” Rard touched the noble horse’s mane,
and Cúroch bowed low to let him mount. Cúroch always remained a dear
companion to Rard, and was the only Elvish-steed ever gifted to a hobbit.
Rard
returned to the Shire, as promised, and spent some time there among his friends
and kin. He devoted many hours to talking with Meriadoc the Magnificent,
Master of Buckland, telling stories of his adventures—some of true, most
embellished. But as the months passed, he found himself missing his
distant friends and the joy of traveling the world. Bidding good-bye to
his relations in the Shire, he mounted Cúroch and, with Barion the mule in tow,
rode out of the Shire. He went to Rohan, where he stayed long with
Éogar. Together they road the width and breadth of the
Mark, sharing the beauty of the land. And together they rode along
the coasts of Gondor, asking at every village and thorp for news of Finbor and
Frolin. Yet they never learned anything of their friends’ fate, and
sadly Éogar returned home to Rohan. Rard continued on, first visiting
King Elessar in Minas Tirith and then Elboron in Emyn Arnen. Then his
thoughts turned to a very dear friend, and he undertook the far journey to
Dorwinion. There he stayed at the villa of Halgo, son of Galleth.
Rard was sad to learn that Galleth had died the previous year. Halgo, now
a grown man, was master of the villa. He was very glad to see Rard again,
and happy to learn that his gift-bow had served the hobbit so well over the
years.
After
a long stay in Dorwinion, Rard went back to Rhovanion. He paid a call to
the Woodland Realm and visited with Belegil, the Wood-elf magician who had
journeyed with him on his first quest from Rivendell. Then
on to Dale, where he visited Prince Barion—and introduced him to his
equine namesake. Barion, he learned, had governed Dale as regent
during the War for Gundabad. Now a middle-aged man, he was a trusted
advisor to his brother Lord Bard. Of course, Rard also went to Framsburg
and stayed for a long time with his old friend Herubrand. Framsburg
flourished after the defeat of the Orcs of the North, and it once again became
a great town and a center of trade for the Men of the Anduin Vales. For a
while Rard even thought of trying to visit Forodwaith again to visit the
beautiful Lossoth woman Luládi, but remembering the featureless expanse of snow
he decided against it.
At
last, Rard crossed the
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