An Evening Under the Council of Dwarves

Updated: Oct 11, 2021



An Evening Under the Council of Dwarves


Writing prompt: Your character comes across a group of dwarves. Their conversation changes him.


Yellow rays of sunlight are replaced by shadows of purple and blue. The daytime creatures make way for those of the night, and Keatoph plans to join them. He walks a little further through the woods, looking for a decent place to camp. However, his exploration is interrupted by a distant firelight.

The young warrior will not sleep safely or soundly with unknown company nearby. He crouches low and heads to the light.

To his surprise, he finds a company of dwarves, sitting around a fire, humming a hymn they all know well. He waits in the darkness and listens. They sing of family, both immediate and distant. They pledge themselves to these in song and with small wooden instruments. The music wells something up inside of Keatoph and he wishes to join them.

After a few tunes, he decides that he must.

“Hello, friends,” He greets. The dwarves turn and look at him. They seem surprised, but not scared. Dwarves almost never look scared. “I heard you singing. What was that about?”

“It is the song of our people,” one answers with a deep voice that is both strong and restrained. “An oath to my own.”

“It is beautiful,” Keatoph tells them. “I must admit, it makes me very much want to speak with you.”

“Please,” another replies, stretching out his arm. His moustache is big and wide. His beard is long and bushy. “Come join us.” and so our hero does. “My name is Cota. This is my brother Grota,” he points at the first dwarf. “That over there is Hunly and Dugo.” The two dwarves nod at the young adventurer.

“Nice to meet you all,” he greets. “My name is Keatoph.”

“Here,” Hunly answers, ``have some food and drink.” He pulls some meat from the fire, and some bread from his pouch to sandwich it together. Then, he hands it off to Keatoph.

“Thank you very much.”

Keatoph looks at them all with a soft smile. He struggles to get out his next words. “I have something which I want to tell you. But I can only tell you because I don’t know you.”

The dwarves look at Keatoph with much confusion. They do not usually have conversations that start this way.

“What you have,” our protagonist continues. “I want that. I want family. I want people who know me and love me. Not people who love what I do or how I look. I want people who really