^ ^ ^ ^Erebor/ Lonely Mountain^ ^ ^ ^
Stonehelm stared hard at Frain, as if guessing both halves of the dwarf's mind.
We are met to discuss our plans, our ways, means, policy and devices concerning this invitation, which I have chosen to accept for Erebor's behalf.
I am sure, Frain, you will appreciate this opportunity to establish and develop trade with the new kingdom in Gondor. Bring what chattels with you which will allow you to take advantage of the trade possibilities and accept this as recompense for the trip. Your share of the profits will depend upon the quality of your negotiations with Elessar's representatives.
Glavin, prepare your briefs and scrolls, your testaments and parchments concerning Khazad-dûm--all historical precedents to our title. And explore the claims of the Blue Mountain dwarves. It would be unseemly to contest our brothers' claim, but let us determine what a rightful share should look like concerning them.
Even now Hringa my servant is preparing the caravan. You will leave after break of day tomorrow. Prepare for a journey through all the faces of the moon and a half and be ready to celebrate Durin's Day mid-route. You will join the elves at Thranduil's caves.
A nod dismissed the two dwarves, Glavin with a coughing fit and Frain with a subdued mood. If he wanted the spoils of trade, he would have to pay for the engineers' journey upfront himself.
Stonehelm then turned to the curtain and called for Hringa's report. His face he held impassive as he took in the news.
I thank Mahal--touching his hand to his heart, lips, and forehead--
that my father's faithful retainer survived to serve me. Hringa, I join this journey. Prepare a wagon and two ponies for me. Tell the Queen-Mother to prepare for my absence.
Stonehelm sat back, prepared to backtrack over Thorin II Oakenshield's famous journey, at least part of the way. That satisfied his sense of historical proportion.
