Durin's Day, year 2894 of the Third Age, Hammersmith Hall,
This day was a day I would remember forever. The day promised to be a normal Durin's Day in Hammersmith Hall. The Ale Association was here, selling their ales and meads, and minstrels singing the songs of our forefathers.
My elders deemed the Naugrim to be ‘unlovely’. For the most part this was due to their somewhat stunted and gruff appearance, and their cumbrous tongue. Yet from the first I beheld a child of Aulë, I looked through the semblance before me and perceived a heart of honour.
