Caerfinon

We are finally in Gondamon, We’ve helped Dwarves to the north and Elves to the south, however the two groups are suspicious of one another.

A prince is missing, Goblins and Dourhands are making mischief. Tensions are high. It is unlikely any time for feasting, fishing, or other pleasant pursuits will be available until this mess gets sorted out.

With any luck things should be ship shape and Bristol Fashion by tea time. One can only hope.

We have left the snowbound north after assisting the Dwarves of Noglond. We have journeyed far to the south to the Elven harbour of Celondim. It is much warmer here and snowy and I are thawing out before our next foray into the wilds.

The town is on the river Lhûn which is very fortunate for me as it affords an opportunity for some angling activities, which naturally lead to an eventual fish fry.

Time well spent indeed.

A small hitch in our travel plans due to weather. The Northern parts are intensely cold. This is not a problem for Snowy as he is naturally equipped for these circumstances. I, however, am not.

As chance would have it, I journeyed briefly to Bree and with the help of Myrtle Mint I was able to procure suitable seasonal attire from the Heartwood collection from the land of “Kanada” (they have a thing for red checkered clothing).

So onward we go.

First observations, Thorin’s Hall is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean as with a diminutive race such as we Hobbits, one assumes the housing will be somewhat proportional.

The Khazâd on the other hand turn these assumptions right on their head. The vastness of this place is a little overwhelming and it makes the Great Smials of Tookland seem a quaint Hobbit hole in comparison.

Snowy and I have completed the Deeds of the Shire and let me tell you this, I commend to you the services of the fine Stable Masters. It is ever so vitally important that one has a fine horse on the journey as the amount of running to and fro would be prove to be quite bothersome without one.

Mathoms gathered, pies run, nasty things dispatched, and several rather comfortable pubs frequented.

Mission Accomplished I say, now on to Thorin’s Hall