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| Deleted User | 24 Sep 2008, 09:04 PM Post #1 |
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The dwarf eyed the stupid little pony prancing in front of him. A little boy was ordering the animal around, and it was obliging like it was a trained dog. Arran, son of Barren trusted nothing that gave in so easily. His beetle black eyes roved across the rest of this wooden-and-thatched city. Edoras wasn’t a bad city, when everything was considered. Without stone overhead and mountain underfoot, Arran would never feel comfortable. He had most certainly decided that he did not like their horses. Pretty creatures they may be, and useful to men at times, but a dwarf trusted the endurance of nothing but his own legs and cold stone. The Rohirrim, however, were another story altogether. Arran had not expected to like them. He always anticipated the worst. It was why he was so good at his profession. They were less high-and-mighty than the men of Dale, however, more rowdy than the Gondorians, and every bit as bawdy as the dwarves. Even this blasted blacksmith who was making him wait was considered a friend. Of course, the man’s love of fire and metal set any dwarf’s beard twitching. Arran’s blond hair matched the color of the blacksmith’s exactly. If not for their different species, they might have been comrades or even brothers. While he waited, Arran loitered around the center of Edoras. He had not had much interaction with their children, and the boy on the pony continued to attract his attention. These human children were oddly disproportioned. If ever his son, Eiri, came to Edoras, Arran would remind him not to stare at the human children or poke fun at their scrawny legs and oblong heads. Even as Arran was picking out all the strangeness that young humans possessed, the boy gave the pony one order too many and it knocked hard against the wooden paddock. The young boy tumbled to the ground. Moving faster than many thought a short, hefty dwarf was capable of, he crossed the narrow road and helped the boy to his feet. “Mind yourself, young sir. That looks an awful long distance to fall without a solid dwarf-made helm guarding your head.” |
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