Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 12, 2006 17:41:41 GMT
A messenger of Erebor had managed to excape through the back gates of the Lonely Mountain and rushed eastward towards the stronghold realm of the Iron Mountains. For less than a day he travelled, until he came upon the realm of Erebor's ancient allies.
The Dwarf was led deep into the Mountain Range by the King's guard. He bowed low and gave a friendly smile. "I am here by request of King Orre of Erebor. He begs of me to emphisize his apologies for comming to you in this manner, but Erebor is under siege. We have allies, both Elf and Man fighting along side the Dwarves. However we cannot do this alone. We request that you send relief forces to aid us. With you, we can win good King."
The Dwarf was led deep into the Mountain Range by the King's guard. He bowed low and gave a friendly smile. "I am here by request of King Orre of Erebor. He begs of me to emphisize his apologies for comming to you in this manner, but Erebor is under siege. We have allies, both Elf and Man fighting along side the Dwarves. However we cannot do this alone. We request that you send relief forces to aid us. With you, we can win good King."
