“Behind you Jamwine!” Oink called as he flung a lanky goblin over his shoulder.
Jamwine spun around completely, his walking stick outstretched, tripping a goblin’s feet out from underneath. Jamwine paused, perplexed at his own sudden surge of valor. His hesitation cost him, as a rusty shield bashed across the side of his head. However, Jamwine did not fall and as he turned, found Bunkin’s hammer call to his rescue. All around them, goblins lay in heaps as the bruised dwarves stood alert and breathing heavily. And then, laughter.
“You sure got a hold of that one Mr. Hamfiddle” Blob beamed at the sight of Jamwine’s emerging shiner.
“Hobbit skulls would make a fine hammer I’d wager” Gobli growled.
Jamwine was not amused.
They had only left Needlehole heading north when they met the small Goblin parade.
“What are goblins doing this close to home?” Jamwine worried.
His unease was quelled as they neared the Elvish port city.
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I met Fogweaver through Vedurnan and, later, Magelight. This more energetic take on their music is wonderful and exciting, a compelling twist bearing their unique signature. emanuele127
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If nostalgia for an age where creatures of myth walked together with the children of men had a soundtrack, this album would be it. Also, a touching reminder that we can forego wealth and power for wilderness and freedom, if we so choose. emanuele127