Beleg wanders into Moria, his wicker lamp held high. He hears distant singing, and wanders in the direction of it. He comes upon Lalaith, beautiful, yet incredibly sad, holding up a piece of jet black obsidian.

Lalaith? Hello. It is I.

I was crossing the expanse near the Long Lake when I noticed that Laketown was on fire. Between various screams about a dragon, I was able to help some of the wounded and put out the fires. My aplogies, King Thingol, for my delay. I will take the Forest path from here through Mirkwood and then down through Moria.

I have returned from Mandos. The dwarves were spilling out into some of the other wards, so I deemed it a perfect time to return ( Read more... )