63 D.u.D.D
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
Long has been the time since I have last found some rest to write. Much has happend,much will be told.
As my ventures with the Dunedain came to an end, I returned to my post in Gondamon, it is there wherst I received A letter of importance concering the great halls of Khazad-Dûm. The word is spreading about the death of Durins Bane and the great halls now lay mostly unprotected and unguarded. Uproar has started amongst my kin. The call of the great city is strong.
I decided to write A letter to the Lord of the Blue Halls, requesting to lead an expedition to the Southern gate. A letter shortly returned to me, explaining in detail what had transpired with in the mountains. Many of my kin have already traveled towards the city, and I am to join them soon.
In small numbers we traveled, masons, stone layers, smiths and warriors alike. The closer we marched the quicker we seem to become. And then the moment was there, we gazed upon the misty mountains, A feeling of great pride fall upon us. And until the arrival at the gate.
The songs ended as soon as we entered the ever-halls A silence amongst my party began to grow. Impressed and overwhelmed we started walking but the feeling of pride, glory and fondness never grew smaller. I, Belodin son of Grepin have lived to see the day that the sons of Durin would reclaim his halls. A feeling unlike anything I have ever felt.
Song arose from the deep as we approached the first hall. My party was about to meet the first scouting party of the lonley mountain, because not only us answerd the call of the ever-halls.
"A king he was on carven throne,in many pillared halls of stone, with golden roof and silver floor, and runes of power upon the door! The light of sun an star and moon! in shining lamps of crystal hewn, undimmed by cloud or shade of night their shone for ever fair and bright!"
When my eyes fell upon the first halls A tear shed from my eye. As lonely and dark as the hall seemed to see my kin walk and sing amongst it was something... unfathomable. We made camp right in the middle of the first hall and joined forces with the other party. Time arose to Draw A new map of Khazad-Dûm and I took that duty upon me.
On the first night songs rang through out the hall. Praising the deedless. As luck would have it A bard traveled with us, and the first new song of Khazad-Dûm would be written.
"In halls deep below, is where the heart of Durin glows. His sons walk where he once did it halls cold but well lit. As we answered the call the deathless looks upon us all, A duty has been found the halls are ours and we will not rout. The Dwarves are here, fear the might of the Dwarves"
Little did we now of what awaited us.
We traveled further, meeting ever more Kin who also answered the call. Deeper we marched into the for as we searched for the famed " Durin's way" already stories about Durin's axe rose and artifacts waiting to be found.
But then it began....That horrible sound Drums.....Drums in the deep. We were not alone. They continued for three hours straight and after the beginning of the fourth hour they became more quiet. No songs were song after that night.
On the fourth day we crossed the third hall, where we met the presumed maker of the drumming sounds, the file creatures that have dwelled here since the end of Durin's time. Orcs.....And with the great shouts of old, the first battle between Dwarf and Orc within Moria had started....Or so we thought as soon there were arrows flying from the direction of the Makers Dome, more of Durin's Folk has already brought the fight to our presumed file host. The creatures where quickly taken care off and we joined up forces with yet another expedition.
Story where shared, it seemed that the enemy has left the halls empty, where once these halls were swarming with Goblins,Orcs and other foul beings they seemed to have traveled towards the East gate. I have been told that only small pockets of goblins and orcs remain, hiding from what the rest of their kin is drawn towards. Easy work for the Sons which now again reside with in the great halls.
On the 7th day our party started to approach the Southern Gate and it was upon spotting Durin's Ridge that we spotted that the Bridge of Khazad-Dûm has fallen, destroyed or teared down through the ages, I wasn't sure but others of my kin heard stories about the great demon fighting A warrior of the light. What ever the cause, Khazad-Dûm was mapped. Thus my time in my great halls had come to an end. The knowledge and route finding has made Khazad-Dûm and invaluable travel route again. Still cold and dark, but never as cold as she ever was.
My journey back towards the North had begun. I was received at Gondamon as A Hero, wherst I immediately started making copies of my hastily drawn map. Now after months of work, I am done. The first copy was send by Raven towards the King Under the Mountain, and shortly after one returned. It is the wish of the King that the word is spread amongst the free-people of middle earth, that the struggle to reclaim Khazad-Dûm has begun. Warmth compels my heart whilst writing it. As the first Durin's day in over an age will be calibrated within his Halls
Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!
*Signed by Master of Coin Belodin Bronzeboots*
