How long has it been? How long was this dark of night filled with violence, with fire and ash and stone, stone, stone? How many times have I tried to sleep watching a granite ceiling, knowing that there is no starlit sky to be seen for miles on end. How many times have I steeled myself, feeling the weight of the ancient stones pressing down as I walk the dark corridors with yet another evil foe waiting around yet another corner?
That place is not for me. But the dwarves, although I shall not miss them either, are an honest and proud folk and they wish to call that place home odd as that may be. And I sooner want to meet them the next time I need to travel beneath the mountains then some of the things I saw down there in the fiery pits. I needed to stay and do my best to help them.
As I finally took the lasts steps out from the First Hall of that forsaken place that was Moria I felt the wind, the fresh air and the rays of the sun wash against me. Tears started flowing down my face as my heart was raised, my spirit lifted to the heights. The night is over, and the woods of Lórien holds a promise of a golden dawn.
