Winged Voices: Birds of Middle-earth by Himring  

Chapter 3: Bothering with the Speech of Dwarf and Elf

...and so also could the ravens of Erebor!

Following on from the previous drabble.

First Age: Caranthir, Son of Feanor.
Third Age: Dain Ironfoot

The Dwarven trade delegation has departed; Caranthir feels the strain of tense negotiation ease. Looking up, he sees a single guest remains. On the branch above sits a raven, looking down.
‘What would you?’ asks Caranthir. ‘I’m Caranthir, not my brother—Caranthir. I do not talk to birds, nor birds to me.’
But the raven opens his beak. ‘Caranthir!’ he croaks. ‘Caranthir!’

Wearied by long flight, Carc Roacsson reaches the Iron Hills and reports to Dain.
‘I will not say if Thorin’s counsel be good,’ he croaks.
‘I hear what you do not say,’ answers Dain, yet readies for war.

Chapter End Notes

Carc, the Third Age raven in this drabble, is the canonical Carc's grandson. I thought the names "Carc" and "Roac" might run in the family.