A wise man builds his house upon a rock. A wise dwarf carves his house into the rock. Durin's folk have always endured, stood against the darkness. Until now.
Our pride almost led to one of the darkest days in this Age. Standing beside our brother Thorin Oakenshield, we marched from the Iron Hills to the Lonely Mountain, ready to defend what was ours - as we always have.
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