#dwarves

To Rûndis, my Moonlight,

I do not know where to start. Yesterday we took the hardest blow yet, and it was all my fault.

I should have known our mission was doomed long ago. Every signal was right there from the start… The bandits who followed us, the poisoner who attacked me in Rivendell, the map being stolen… Perhaps we should have listened to the Elves, after all.

I suppose I should start from the beginning.

To Rûndis, my Moonlight,

Today did not go as expected. Still in awe at the glorious halls of Khazad-dûm, it took us great effort to find our bearings and continue with our mission.

As this festive time approaches its zenith, and as I begin my private chronicles of the world I explore, it seems only right to describe in some small detail, a supposition that I conceived of some years ago, and slowly refined over time.  It is a concept that, I confess, has received (to my admittedly limited knowledge) no serious study, and yet I think there is both merit and legitimacy to it.

So, without further ado, it is my proposition that Father Yule, the beloved gift-giving figure of legend so central to Yuletide, is Dwarvish in origin.

Augir watched the whole scene unfold. First Thrandili was back in Kandral's arms, then as fast as the blink of an eye, she stormed back up the stairs. A few words not to her liking and she turned into a thundercloud. 

Byl walked slowly back to the Uzbad's house. His shoulders slumped. He knew his duty and honour were at stake.
Byli, it seemed, had shirked his responsibility and run off.

Kazzili Foonaviul left the home she now shared with Midarin Goldneedle, hemp shopping bag in hand, and set off at a swinging pace for the market. Time to fulfil her new wifely duties! “Let's see, what would he like?

Augir was gobbling up his second bowl of stew when Buhni came back to the kitchen. Hanfrere was busy handing out her stew, but Augir felt out of place. He wanted to help, but with what? He was no healer and he didn't exactly know what all the raised voices were about. He saw Thrandili in tears and knew it had something to do with Byli. When Buhni asked him to find Byl, he quickly finished his dinner and with a ”Of course!

Byl walked the corridors and byways of Thorin's halls putting up posters
In beautiful copperplate script the poster read

Lost near Frerin's court 

Healer Broiner first flayed open a vein on Kandral's arm and collected the blood in a special cup cleaned and sterilized especially for the procedure. Then he carefully mixed in the three ingredients stirring continually so the mixture melded into a smooth liquid.

"Oh Mahal... too many patients today!” Master Healer Broinur thought.