Turning to the North
Norgald rode into Rivendell tired, but victorious. A lingering doubt remained within him, however. The great drake Thorog had been reborn and escaped. What danger would this creature enact upon the peoples of Middle-earth? Had he failed his task? Norgald had truly been lost in thought as he had not noticed the fair elf standing before him.
“Our lord Elrond is pleased you return to us unharmed, Master Dwarf.” said the elf messenger kindly, “He awaits you in his study.”
Norgald nodded to the elf and proceeded down the road towards the Last Homely House. “Of course,” he thought, “Elrond will know what to do.”
It had been some time since Norgald had felt the warmth and comfort of Rivendell. Part of him wished he could rest his feet near the hearth in the Hall of Fire, but he knew Elrond was waiting for him and his news was dire…