![]() ![]() What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?īecause there IS none! Let us examine what we know: A single Orc pack has dared to cross the Bruinen, a dagger from a bygone age has been found and a human sorcerer who calls himself the Necromancer has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. A powerful spell lies upon those tombs, they can NOT be opened. ![]() In a tomb so dark, it would never come to light. When Angmar fell, the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Made for the Witch-king of Angmar and buried with him. We few had survived and I thought to myself then 'There is one I could follow. but there was no feast or songs that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. Our forces rallied and drove the Orcs back our enemy had been defeated. Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armour rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. That is when I saw him the young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. We were leaderless, defeat and death were upon us. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed we did not know. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs, led by the most vile of all their race, Azog the Defiler. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. Thorin has more cause than most to hate Orcs. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow.ĭon't mind him, laddie. Thrór's love of gold grown too fierce and sickness had begun to grow within him. Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. But the years of peace and plenty was not to last. All would pay homage to him, even the great Elven King Thranduil. ![]() ![]() Thrór named it the King's Jewel, he took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. Ever they delved deep, down into the dark and that is where they found it, the Heart of the Mountain. The skill of the Dwarves was unequalled, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Its wealth lay in the earth in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. Ah, Frodo, Erebor! Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Thrór ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-Earth: Erebor, stronghold of Thrór, King under the Mountain and mightiest of the Dwarf-Lords. #The hobbit movie king under the mountain troll full#There was the city of Dale, its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale, peaceful and prosperous. It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today. They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor.įrom my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains, a life of peace, and plenty. For when I called upon them, they answered. I would take each and every one of these Dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills. After all, what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkerers, toy-makers. ![]()
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