A Reluctant Visitor to Thorin’s Hall
Caliniel of Mirkwood felt awkward in the massive passages of Thorin’s Hall. The dwarves seemed suspicious of Caliniel’s intentions there, even though she had come to help a dwarf in need. Long has there been dissent between Caliniel’s elven kin and the dwarves of the Blue Mountains.
“I must not let the past dictate my present situation”, thought Caliniel. She consulted her runes, and nodded her head. “Yes, now is not the time for anger amongst the Free Peoples of Middle Earth, for a menace much greater than greedy dwarves is upon us and we must stand together – man, dwarf, and elf – to defeat it.”
Caliniel relaxed as her thoughts became calm and less critical of the inhabitants of Thorin’s Hall. For she knew that they were all in grave danger, and that the enemy was all around them: goblins in Ered Luin along with many creatures of the wild that had become diseased and very aggressive.
And news from her home in Mirkwood was grim indeed. For most of Caliniel’s family and friends were battling far worse in Mirkwood. Dol Guldur was occupied by powerful minions of Sauron – orcs, trolls, and Nazgûl.
Caliniel shivered. She felt cold as ice as she thought of what would happen if her people were captured alive by any of the evil leaders who took over the Tower of the Necromancer. The fleeting thoughts of home made Caliniel feel homesick, but at the same time, she knew that she was in less danger at the moment than many others. The shadows of Thorin’s Hall began to give her a sense of uneasy comfort. She was safe for now.
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