Five Dwarves woke well rested to a damp morning outside, yet warm and dry inside the log house of Beorn. Gordon was the first to wake; as he crawled from his bed he thought he heard growling and snarling outside the western windows. He walked to them and peered out to the gray day; the clouds were low and heavy, the horizon blue and misted. Gordon saw nothing outside that made the noise he heard, so he left the cold windows and sat in a low chair. He pulled out his pipe and stuffed it with weed that Beorn stocked for the Dwarves. Gordon lit it and sucked on its end. Closing his eyes, Gordon let the smoke rise around him, and the warmth of the burning fire wrap over him.
As Gordon enjoyed the quiet, Keiwick and Dok woke, with their uncombed beards hanging from their chins in a scraggly bundle. Soon after, the others woke, hungry. And as if calling to their grumbles, two rams came into the room with food upon their backs. One stood on its back legs and served the food out to the guests. Honey, cream, breads, fruit, and butter. The Dwarves were satisfied, and ate plenty. Then they lit their pipes, and stared to the ceiling.
Gordon soon grew tired of the house, and wished to enter into the fresh air. All the Dwarves did so, and they enjoyed it greatly. The air was cool and brisk, and with deep breaths the Dwarves consumed as much as each inhale could. Gordon left the company and went in search of Beorn; he grew weary of their idleness, and wished to conclude their stay here at the house, while the road ahead was still fit for travel. Rain was clearly coming soon, and Gordon wished to reach Mirkwood before the clouds unleashed their burden. Behind buildings and along the rows of beehives Gordon searched with no avail. However, as the Dwarf walked along the hedge, carving into a block of wood with a hatchet he found sticking up out of a stump, Gordon found a different character, which he was most worried about.
Dok came running with short strides down the hedge from the gate, panting for breath.
`Where have you been, Dok?’ asked Gordon. `You have been gone since yesterday.’
`Something urgent has happened,’ said Dok, still taking a breath between each word. `York-ie, and Beorn met.’
Gordon’s eyes grew wide, and his hand moved the hatchet away from the wood. `They met? How, why?’
`They had met when York-ie was away from the company, and he nearly got his head severed. Then, Beorn came to meet Borhum, the Dwarf told in your tale, only to find York-ie leaping out of the darkness to finish what was not done at their first meeting. Thankfully none were killed, however Beorn is now angry at the situation, and rivalry is brewing in the company again.’ Dok took a long breath
`What rivalry?’ Gordon said with a face of burning concern.
`I think is best you ask them,’ Dok said. `I wish not to be one who runs to captain telling news on his fellow Dwarves.’
`Very well,’ Gordon said. `The situation has become ill, and if we do not solve this problem soon, then this company could split in two. See to it that the company prepares to depart tomorrow, with packs on their backs. I am going to talk with Beorn, demanding his decision; if he wishes not to help us, then I would rather die of hunger with the knowledge that I traveled all the distance I could before my end.’
`Let us hope it will not come down to that,’ Dok said.
`Hope, is all we now have to cling to,’ Gordon sat down his wood and hatchet then parted from Dok, to seek Beorn.
Gordon left the house of Beorn and passed under the gate, exiting into the fields. Gordon knew where Beorn was; the second night of his stay, he talked with Beorn in private about the mission. Amidst the questions and answers, Beorn told Gordon that Carrock was just west of his homeland, and that it was a place of old memories yet new beauty. Beorn often went to this place, to look at the moon until it would set to open dawn. It was a place of peace for Beorn, or any who watched the cold moon upon the crown of the ruin.
And it was at this place that Gordon finally found him. , after a day’s walk and dusk creeping over him, he at last saw the man in the form of a black bear, standing upon the top of a large rock, with steps leading to a stage upon the head of the boulder. It was there that Gordon met him, and in this form of an animal, Beorn spoke with Gordon. And it was decided, despite York-ie, and despite the dealings with him, Beorn agreed to aid Gordon and his company, for the sake of the lives being lost in the war to the north.
`We all live in this world,’ said Beorn as a soft speaking bear. `Even though we each have claim to land, and we have drawn our borders, it is the same turf under our feet, and the same air in which we breathe; therefore we must suffer that which others suffer, for this middle earth we all share, not one Man, Elf, or Dwarf higher then the other, and we must fight for it however we may.’
Beorn led Gordon back to his home under the twinkling stars of the clear night; a full moon looked down on the two as they traveled, and its light was pale against the black fur of the bear, and white hair of the Dwarf. But alas at last they reached the hedge, and then they entered through the gate, and walked beside the many rows of honey-bearing beehives, smelling of richness. To the surprise of Gordon, his company of five Dwarves still lingered outdoors; some sitting with their pipe in hand, and others scratching their beards and drinking mead. They talked, ate bread, and blew smoke into the star speckled sky.
`Dwarves preferring the open air and nature of Middle Earth over the warmth of a den?’ Gordon chuckled. `It does seem this company wishes to be elves.’
`I rather be a rock then an Elf,’ Keiwick snorted.
` And it would seem your head is more content to be a rock then the mind of a Dwarf,’ Gurwick remarked, with many laughs in response.
Keiwick let out a grunt and puff of breath through his beard while straightening his back, yet did not speak. He finally sat back and began smoking his pipe once again.
`Your packs must be filled this night,’ Gordon said with a smile still lingering on the corners of his mouth. `For tomorrow we set off again, on our quest. Dok, see to it that the rest of the company hears of this news, and that they are well ready to march by dawn.’
`But let us have one last dinner together,’ said Beorn with a rolling voice, again in the shape of a large man ever since entering inside the hedge. `Dinner may already be laden on the table, and your stomachs already empty. Come, and I shall list all your needs, so they will be at your hand when the sun rises.’