There were
still a couple of dwarves that were heading to Bag End from different areas,
but four notable ones had decided to take an unfamiliar route in descending the
range of Blue Mountains. While Ori, Dori and Nori had decided to go for a
straighter, perhaps much easier path, Thorin, with Bifur, Bofur and Bombur, was
traversing down the southern range of the mountains. After a conference the
dwarves had held at Thorin’s Halls in the northern part of the Blue Mountains,
Thorin had traveled to the Southern range in hopes of employing more help for
the oncoming journey, or atleast discuss it with his people. Though, without
greater luck after getting agreement from Bifur, Bofur and Bombur, the four of
them continued downward the southern mountains.
“What, in
the name of Erebor, is the meaning of this fog?”, Thorin said. While they
journeyed through the grasslands, the weather had gotten increasingly worse and
the blue, sunny sky had greyed over, and a thick, almost tangible fog was
sweeping in over the green fields. Within moments, it had grown so hard to see,
that the company did not know what they were stepping into. “We need to tread
carefully, and not wander too far, for we do no longer know which direction we
are going!”, Bofur told Thorin who was trudging along in the lead of the group.
“However, if we proceed in along this trail, we should be able to see Hobbiton
within a few days.” But by every step they took, the fog grew thicker and
thicker, until they could no longer see their own booted feet touch the grass.
