The Eotheod
The boy King of the Eotheod looks up at you from the floor of the Throne Hall as you contemplate matters. You are not the first Ankor Rik to be faced with Umgi in need of the aid of their elders against the destructive forces of the Urki. Did you not name your own son Nurn in honour of the Shieldbreaker who had raised up the Umgi of Sigmar Heldenhammer and taught them the working of steel? You finish stroking your beard and stand, releasing the long white hair to flow through its beard belt and hand about your waist where it has been carefully looped.
"Ten years is not such a long time for the Dawi, young King. We will guest you here in a Surface Hall for you and your Huskarls and even train them if you will accept the offer. For there are few that know the secrets to Urk slaying better than the Dawi, and we have long experience training Umgi. It will be hard, and it will be punishing. But I can assure you Manling, that when you are of age by the measure of your people, you will be able to leave Karak Drekfut with head held high and a warhost worthy of the name. If you and yours would earn further aid, your Throng could do well to aid us in meeting other Kingdoms of your people, so that we might trade and find common cause with them. You might fight beside us against any attack and those that do will be girded in proper Dawi Steel and bear arms of the same. You will not find better I am confident, even if you can find its match. For now, rest, and know that vengeance will be yours in a decade's time. I will introduce you as well to the Noldor and to their Lord Elrond. Perhaps he can be of further aid to you."
Gisilhari son of Fram looks up at you in confusion and hope and turns to his guardian who translates what parts of it he had not understood. It was only natural for a Garazi to struggle with oaths wrought in a foreign tongue. But he turns back to you and thanks you sincerely, you have given to him more than he had hoped for and not even his kin in Rhovanion might have promised him the same. The boy is about to collapse on his feet, and you send for the Matrons.
The adults may be better at hiding their exhaustion, but their injuries are far greater, and their number will fall swiftly if they are not soon taken into the Healing Hall. Some of the Goatherds of Clan Ironplough are called back from the north to attend to the horses while their masters are all in beds in North Peak, but horses are not something any in Clan Ironplough are well taught to care for. It is fortunate then that the horses of the Eotheod have an uncommon sense of courage to them and even in this unfamiliar place are not prone to bolting or kicking.
A few weeks progress and the Eotheod are released by the Matrons, King Gisilhari is moved in for the time being to a room near your own and Hagrim the Captain of the Huskarls stays in that room as well to watch over the last of the Line of Eotheod Kings. The rest of the Royal Huskarls have been camping with their horses in the Valley. They are the finest horsemen of the Eotheod selected from amongst the towns for their skill as warriors but there are only so many of them.
The Noldor
The meeting progresses steadily through the weekend as you discuss the needs of your two peoples. In the end the agreement is set into place with you sending for wagons of Silver and Ale and returning to the Door with wagons of Steel, Wine and Crop. The next few weeks see groups of Noldor arriving at the Door with letters from Lord Elrond that mark them as the representatives of Imladris sent to labour in your hold.
They come with the first shipment of Crop to feed Karak Drekfut and the wagons of Silver and Ale that will frequent the High Pass have gone out past them. You are introduced to the leaders of the three groups of Noldor.
Dravedir is a skilled artisan, if it is a thing of beauty then Dravedir has the hands that might make it. Jewellery, statuary and the working of wood. He comes with the largest of the groups of Noldor and they settle into some of the rooms of the Guest Residences that have been finished with others having to camp in some of the caves around North Tunnel. His artisans are willing to work in broader acts of creation but the darkness of the Underhold is not a tempting prospect at all.
Amathben comes next with the smallest group. Some Noldor Warsmiths have been interested in working alongside the Dawi Warsmiths of your Clan. With the Guest Residences yet to be finished, Amathben and their Warsmiths move into North Peak and make use of some of the spare space in your own Residences.
Then come the Noldor Farmers led by Maenthel. She settles into the Surface Hold amongst the Eotheod and the Farms and warns you that her group are masterful at weaving nature into its fullest bloom but the barren stone within the mountains are a place where they will wither.
The Noldor begin to settle in, they will be dwelling amongst you for five years and though they are opposed to much work that to Dawi is ordinary they have sent only the masters of their crafts. Lord Elrond intends to set his best foot forward it would seem.
+10 to all Noldor Rolls