Characters: The Dwarves of Beleriand, Erestor.
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Notes: Late, sorry!
Wind and Stone
The Dwarves had spoken of paths sleeping throughout Beleriand and Eriador.
They should be found, they said, these paths. Trodden. Awoken. They should be mapped and dug out and paved with stone brushed grey by twilight. Signposts should be raised and waystations established and inns built for weary travellers. No town or village or hamlet or city deep-delved beneath ancient forests should be left to slumber. The paths dreamed of being free.
Dwarves had strange ideas. They had spoken of stone and of bones beneath earth, and Erestor had saved his laughter for the wind flying pathless among the peaks.