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Farineld searched the body of the dead half-swine and found some gold, a good amount of spices, and some documents; all of which was annoying to find for the dwarf was fat and an inch thick pool of blood covered the ground. He scanned the tops of the trees, looking for anything spider-like that may have followed him, and then a smile crossed his face. "Let the fell eight-leggers take you, you deserve no burial," he chuckled as he strolled casually away. He fumbled through the documents and thankfully they were all in common-tongue, six-thousand years of life and he still refuses to learn Dwarvish, and when one was a urgent message by the heading of "Dwarves at Loss by the Hundreds" he threw it out with the insurance that Dwarves would die.
However, when he came upon a certain document he halted and nearly tripped off the road, and in shock he jumped swiftly upon a tree and scattered swiftly towards the house of his king. Farineld could hardly hold his excitement as he burst into Thranduil's Hall, the beautiful craftmenship of the elves shimmering in every corner. After rushing up the stairs to the throne, he was disapointed to find Legolas standing next to the great seat instead of Thranduil in it, so he called out in a out-of-breath voice, "Legolas, I must obtain the knowledge of your fathers location." Legolas was a good and old friend for they were both Sindar in a Silvan wood knew there was trouble and asked for an explanation. "This document," began Farineld, "gives confirmed information from the half-swine of Erebor that the mines of Ered Luin have run dry, and a massive caravan of the dwarves moves east. They will be weak on these roads, and an ideal time to avenge Doriath."
Legolas looked confused for a moment but quickly regained understanding, and he spoke in a calm voice, "Do you not hear yourself, brother? The dwarves are already suffering enough to move to the aid of their rivals; it seems the Valar have already avenged your birth-land." However soothing this was to anyone else, Farineld was not convinced and stated his stance on telling Thranduil, but Legolas stressed that it would not be wise. Legolas told bad jokes in a bad attempt to laugh off the high stake situation, and then in a lighter tone Legolas stated, "Lord Elrond has called me forth to Rivendell for a secret council, and seeing how you are an old noble of Doriath, you must come." Farineld accepted, but told them to travel ahead, he must do something first.