Ullfar

Ale Trouble, third and last part

((Meant to post this earlier, had not got around to do it yet))

The early spring warmth could be felt as the sun rose on the Othrikar mining outpost. Hilfar was standing near the gate catching the early light while smoking his pipeweed. He was quite pleased that the cold winter was slowly coming to an end, it would surely improve the mood and productivity of the workforce. Hilfar emptied his pipe when he noticed a grumbling sound coming from outside the gate. He walked out and saw a poney struggling to pull a cart full of ale kegs on the steep entranceway towards Othrikar, next to that he saw his father Ullfar.

Within the blue mountains, in one of the chambers build within the deeper layers, a song could be heard. Hilfar and his father Ullfar had temporarily returned to Thorin's halls for an old family tradition. Each winter they dedicated themselves to the brewing of ale according to the traditions of the line of the Ironhammer.

After almost 12 days on the road both Hilfar and Ullfar were getting close to their destination. Hilfar travelled on foot, pulling forth a poney laden with barrels of pipeweed, and a barrel of food. Fish tightly packed and roasted by Master Kandral. The wind was chill here, biting the nose and cheeks. Hilfar tucked his warm hat over his ears as they passed over the barren hills. They have not encountered anyone since Trestlebridge. The ruins and the landscape showed signs that this region used to be full of activity, long ago.

It has been about two weeks since I last laid eyes upon Ost Barandor. Days seem to pass as fast as they always do for a ranger on the road.
I have been in Evendim for the past four days.

I arrived through taking the road of Bullroarer's Sward, then into, then over the hills of Barandalf and past the road of Men Erain. This would give me an opportunity to see what Annuminas looked like these days though what I found did not please me.

Read part 2 here.