Our story begins with a young Dwarf Named Obrin. He was stout, youthful and full of life. Obrin has spent the best part of his years under his father's wing learning how to be one of the best blacksmiths in all the Blue Mountains.
Having originally been born in Erebor, Obrin has seen a lot of the world for his short years and has learnt a lot as well. However that experience doesn't always mean a good living will come his way. Sure, he was skilled in the art of crafting, but his name was far from noble. That didn't deter Obrin from pushing to be the best dwarf he could though.
After Erebor was retaken during the Battle of the five armies, Obrin was asked by his father to take some weapons and armour to a nearby human city not too far from the blue mountains called Númenor.
Obrin packed up, filled his water skin with mead and began his arduous trip to Númenor. A few days into the travel Obrin fell upon a line of smoke in the distance, a few days away from Númenor. He hurried with his short but stout legs to the smoke and found a caravan tipped on its side with three goblins nearby and a small fire brewing underneath.
As he approached the situation further, Obrin noticed two fallen elves and one well-dressed "She-Elf" whom was still alive and screaming in horror! Pulling the two handed great axe from his back, Obrin sprinted toward the scene and with three swift strikes all the goblins fell.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Obrin approached the She-Elf to inquire what had happened, where she was going and if she was hurt.
"I am Zelnoa of Fangorn, and I am traveling to Rivendell to visit some distant relatives. Who might my saviour be?"
With a gruff clearing of his throat, Obrin extended his hand out toward the "She-Elf".
"I'm Obrin of The Blue Mountains, pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure to meet you" she replied humbly before retracting her hand.
"I don't really mix with Elves, but we can't have you traveling out here alone, allow me to escort you to Rivendell" Grunted Obrin.
Of course Zelnoa didn't have much of a choice and so took the dwarf's offer of a free escort. The river Heymlyn was part of the route and the two decided to camp there during their journey. Whilst Obrin was left to set up camp, Zelnoa decided to take a much need bath in the river.
She scuttled off behind some rocks and undressed. A vision of beauty, Zelnoa's long brown hair flowed down to almost her waist and swayed gently in the breeze, she had the most perky breasts, a C-Cup in human sizes. Eventually removing all of her garments, she slowly slipped her slender figure into the water and began to wash from the days of walking she'd been laboured with.
After some time, Obrin began to worry and ventured around the rock, he found Zelnoa, rested with her back on the waters edge, her ample breasts resting just above the water level and her eyes closed, she had drifted to sleep.
Obrin removed his heavy armour, and slipped it onto the rock next to him, his entire body relaxed as the armour was relieved. Left wearing nothing but some tight plaid trousers and a loose cloth shirt, Obrin leaned his head back, leant on his elbows and soaked in the sunshine, watching over Zelnoa.
As afternoon passed, Zelnoa woke and instantly realised she drifted off and looked around in a panic. She stood up and turned to see Obrin on the rock looking startled at her due to the thrashing of the water.
