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| Dwarf Elder Maewil |
Maewil stalked
down the long ramp from the dwarf hall determinedly. “Sometime these constant
arguments get to be too much”, she grumbled. “I need some fresh air and a
better perspective.” Maewil wondered again if joining the group building a new
dwarf home in Taibreamh was really the right decision. She had been tired of
being squeezed into their old home and frustrated at the lack of occupation
caused by the dwindling supply of ore and jewels from the played out mines
there. The thought of breaking new ground and perhaps finding new sources of
raw materials excited her. Being a master jeweler, she craved fine materials to
craft into even finer products.
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| Fine Crystals for Her Jewelry |
The pioneering
group of dwarfs that went to the new land at the invitation of Can the Forester
of Taibreamh and Archdruid Fitheach hoped to uncover veins of precious metals
and jewels in the mountains there and they had not been disappointed. It had
cost them months of hard labor but they had opened new mines and built a fine
hall and spacious living quarters for their small band. Much had been
accomplished in a short time since most of the group were master miners,
builders or crafters who came because they longed for more and better raw
materials. However, Maewil mused, they were also still dwarfs and therefore
quarrelsome. The general mood of grumpiness irritated her at times.
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| A Breath of Fresh Air |
Once outside,
she drew a deep breath and contemplated the rugged mountains all around her
with delight. There must be much more to be found here over time. Suddenly she
saw Forester Can, who often stopped in for a visit and a mug of ale climbing
towards her. He smiled as he drew closer, “Lady Maewil; I am glad to find you
outside; you have saved me many steps.” Can held out a glowing scroll, “Please
take this and read it with the other dwarf elders; it comes from Elbereth of
the elven Valar. She is proposing something you must consider. Thank you.”
Can declined
her offer of a drink, “I received one of these as well and it gives me much to
think about. I am off to the forests to consider how I feel about what is
suggested. If you have any questions Archdruid Fitheach can answer them.” He
strode off immediately leaving her with the scroll which she turned and carried
back inside.
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| Reading the Scroll |
Back in the
hall Maewill spread the scroll out on a corner of the dining table and read it
carefully. The contents so astonished her that she grabbed the scroll and ran
to Bradni and Kadrim at the far end of the hall. “We must call the elders
together and discuss this; this elven witch makes a strange proposal.” The two
dwarfs who had started this migration looked at her in surprise. “What elven
witch and what proposal?”, Bradni grumbled. Kadrim, more patient as always,
reached for the scroll and read it himself. It says:
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| Bradni and Kadrim |
“I encourage you to seek
out the most respected Elders among your neighbours and convene together into a
Council of sorts. The conception of a Unifying Council has also been submitted
to ArchDruidess Fiesty of the Shire, Archdruidess Fitheach of Taibreamh and
also Can Wobbit, Forester of Tailbreamh.”
Kadrim frowned, “But there
is more”: “Thranduil, Woodland King of Mirkwood, will also be informed. It is
in my knowledge that the Elven King shall play a vital part in an alliance
among the races of these Lands.”
Kadrim
exclaims: “This elven witch goes too far. Who is she anyway?” “Archdruid
Fitheach has ever treated us with fair words and I would meet with her more
than gladly but the Woodland King has not always been our friend. Why must he
be involved? “
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