-Of the Battle of Dale-
Let the reader know that this text is the fruit of conjecture, for the mind that devised the story in which the Battle of Valle takes place left no record of anything other than the precedents and the outcome of the battle; the movements of the armies up to the moment of combat and the details of their engagement, that is to say, the course of the battle, were never narrated. Also note that the original version of the following text was not composed in the language the reader will see it written.
'(...) When you think of the great Battle of the Pelennor, do not forget the battles in Dale and the valour of Durin's Folk. Think of what might have been. Dragon-fire and savage swords in Eriador, night in Rivendell. There might be no Queen in Gondor. WE might now hope to return from the victory here only to ruin and ash. But that has been averted - because I met Thorin Oakenshield one evening on the edge of spring in Bree. A chance-meeting, as we say in Middle earth.'
Many great deeds of arms have been sung of the battles in the South (during the War of the Ring), and yet this war waged in the North too, and wherever the forces of Good and Evil met; for Sauron, even without the Ring, wielded immense power and sent his hosts on the assault upon every border, town and village west of Mordor and the plains in the East. While the Men of Gondor and Rohan fought in the Pelennor, the realm of the Elvenking was attacked from Dol Guldur;a battle took place under the trees, and the forest suffered many wounds in that fray. But this war, the great struggle of our time, was also fought in Dale further north.
This is the story of two twinned peoples and two destinies alloyed into one; the story of two cities that thrived in a Dale and a mountain after rising from the slumber of their ruin.
While in the land of Mordor the forges burned in deep caverns and the air was foul with fumes and smoke, in preparation for the war that was coming, the Dark Lord unleashed his heralds into the land of the free, seeking to corrupt their resistance. To the Lonely Mountain came one of these messengers; He offered immense gifts and his promises were great, though false; for King Dain II (son of Nain, son of Gror; King of Durin's folk under the mountain of Erebor) knew of their intrigues and spoke to the Men of Dale and sent Glóin and his son to Rivendell with Elrond; but he did not reject the messengers to make the Enemy believe that his flattery had some effect, and not unleash his wrath yet.
Pronto vino el que sería el mensajero de la última oportunidad para los enanos de someterse a Sauron y salvarse de su fuego, y Dain le expulsó de su ciudad sin intimidarse por sus amenazas y se preparó para la guerra; sin embargo, desde entonces en los corazones de los enanos hubo sombra, porque habían prosperado en Erebor y la guerra que se avecinaba era mayor amenaza de lo que jamás fuera Smaug el Dorado. Unos vientos venidos del Este comenzaron a azotar los bosques junto a la montaña, sacudiendo las copas de los árboles con violencia; entonces los Bardings sintieron un pesar todavía más grande que aquel de los enanos, y de la Montaña llegaron al valle armas y armaduras de buena artesanía.
Soon came the one who would be the messenger of the last chance for the dwarves to submit to Sauron and save themselves from his fire, and Dain expelled him from his city undaunted by his threats and prepared for war; However, from then on there was a shadow in the hearts of the dwarves, because they had prospered in Erebor and the coming war was a greater threat than Smaug the Golden had ever been. Some winds coming from the East began to hit the forests next to the mountain, shaking the treetops violently; then the Bardings felt even greater sorrow than that of the dwarves, and from the Mountain came to the valley weapons and armor of good craftsmanship.