^^^^^^Erebor/Lonely Mountain^^^^^
Hringa left the King's hall and strode to where the preparations for the trip were being made by workers and servants. Some had been asigned to gathering food, weapons, tools, and other provisions. Others were charged with making sure the carts and wagons were strong enough for the journey.
Hringa presided over the work with the help of Halgen. Halgen knew more about the lands between Erebor and Minas Arnor then Hringa who had never traveled far from the Lonely Mountain before. It puzzled Hringa that it was he his master had chosen to go rather then someone more experienced but he wasn't going to question the decision.
He paced between the work looking for anything that wasn't going right. He returned his fellow servant's greetings with a wave as he went and occasionally offered his hand in help. Everything went on smoothly until as he was passing some of Frain's servants he caught a bit of what they were saying.
"So do you think Mr. Frain will decide to go to Minas Arnor?"
"If he goes it won't be for King Stonehelm.
"King. The dwarf dosn't deserve such a title. You've heard what Frain has said. Stonehelm is too young and too weak."
"If our master goes it will be for the profit."
"Or a change in status."
After checking to make sure noone need any anymore assistance Hringa made his way back towards the King's hall. He waited behind the tapestry for the meeting to finish so that he and his master could speak in private.
[ October 01, 2002: Message edited by: Rose Cotton ]
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