“Well,” Odin smiled as he finished the mead in his horn. “It looks like that was a pretty distinct victory.” Thrym sighed deeply and handed his own horn to a servant as the mists at the edge of the table between them rolled back out across it. “About now the dwarves are collecting mine,” the All-Father scratched his chin. “Yours should arrive fairly quickly - yes - since it is only one?” “Have I ever told you what good sports the Aesir are?” Thrym asked stepping down from his throne. Odin paused. “I do not think so.” “Good,” Thrym sneered and turned to leave. His servants quickly picked up his throne and followed after - grunting with each step. A dozen einherjar pulled the doors of Odin’s hall open so that the giants could depart. As soon as they had passed the portal the massive doors were swung shut again. A long, dark hall lead out before them. After a few strides, a hooded figure slipped from the shadows and fell into step with them. It was remarkable how one so small could keep up with the stride of giants. “What is that on your gloves?” Thrym asked half-looking down at the man. The hooded figure held his hand up to inspect the stains on his dark suede gloves. “Dwarf blood - I imagine,” he answered somewhat blandly. “One ring,” Thrym growled and lifted his glare away from the figure. “You procured only ONE ring.” The hooded figure pulled a sack from beneath his cloak and opened it. Light radiated from its mouth and he lifted it to show the king of giants. Thrym’s mouth split open into a toothy grin. “I beg to differ, sire,” the figure corrected and pulled the sack closed. With a fluid motion he tucked the sack back under his cloak and disappeared again into the shadows as Thrym crossed the threshold of the outer gate. His voice was heard once more as the gate closed. “I procured ALL the rings.” ---------- NEXT CHAPTER: The Battle for Seven Rings?
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