1. At The Gates
I look at him, he looks at me.
Neither of us wants to be first to speak.
Once this place echoed with song- now it is silent as the grave our presence seems almost sacrilegious.
Eventually he breaks the silence.
I shrug and gesture at the door.
"I never was one for writing- I was always better with hammer and axe and forge."
He smiles and shrugs; the words he speaks are familiar, but I would never have known them from the marks in the wall.
The door opens.
Moria may have been lost…
…but we shall reclaim it.
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