Coming through the wooden door to his fathers house he heard his father playing a ballad about Smaug the Golden capturing The Lonely Mounatains. One of his favourites. Moinar entered into the main room and found his father playing the tune with his Lute that his fathers, father gave him when he first told his grandfather that he wanted to follow in his footsteps as a Minstrel. Taking out his own flute he joined his father by the hearth and continued the ballad.
"Ah son that was grand, I like it whem ye join in with yer flute." His father said as they finished the ballad. "The harmonies of yer flute and my lute is nice on me big lugs."
"Aye father it is." Moinar replied. Replacing his flute back into his case that his grand-father hand crafted for him. "Father the Men at the Inn were asking for ye again. It seems that even they miss yer ballads as much as our kin do."
"Ach well son a stouty Dwarf like me just likes to stay home in front ay the fire and play his favourite song without the bleching, vomiting and ruckus of an inn." His father replied stirring the pot of stew over the hearth.
Handing a bowl of stew and bread to his son. Baneirin then ladled out some stew and tore some bread for himself and sat across from his son as they ate together.
"So son what ballads did ye sing and play for the Bree-Men this time?" His father asked scoffing stew and bread into his mouth while wiping the excess from his greying beard.
"Just the same ones you played for them last night. They dinnae really want to hear any others. I guess they just like the ones that come from there own country." replied Moinar disappointedly.
"Ach well son, they bloody dinnae know what they are missing then." his father replied chuckling.
"Na father they dinnae." Joining in with the chuckling himself. Clearing the rest of the stew from the plate with his bit of bread Moinar became serious.
"Father I have something to tell ye, and I'm no to sure if ye will like it."
"Oh?" his father replied as he placed his bowl in the wash basin. "Speak yer mind then son and tell me wats on yer mind." As he sat back down on the stool in front his son.
"Father, I be hearing a Dwarf say at the Inn that Thorin Oakenshield is seeking abled bodied Dwarves to help them take back The Lonely Mountains and I wish tae go and help him." Moinar said as he sat back hesitantly awaiting an answer from his father.
"Son, I have been awaiting that question for awhile now since Thorin announced he was gonna go awhile back." Baneirin replied with a thin smile on his gruff face. "... and ye dinnae need to ask me, you can go if ye wish, you're old enough to do so and ye have me blessing." he continued with a smile on his face.
"Thank ye father. Yer blessing means a lot to me." replied Moinar with a huge smile on his face. "I be going once I'm ready ere.
Two months later Moinar arrives at Thorins Gate where he meets a Dwarf named Glóin asking him to find straggling Miners to see Thorin Oakenshiled off on his long journey to The Lonely Mountains to reclain the city from Smaug the Golden. Unbeknownst to Moinar he returns from seeing Gandalf saving Gimli from the Silver Deep to learn that Thorin Oakenshield has already left. With that knowledge Moinar stays at Thorins Gate.
