When Nali awoke from his slumber, he realized he was late. He was always late. He realized if he wanted to get at his treasure, he'd have to be first in line. Because of his short slumber, he had already packed his things and was ready for the journey.
Nali's residence was secluded and didn't need someone to tend it. It was hidden behind a large cluster of rocks behind Erebor. Although irresponcible, Nali enjoyed his normal walks to and from his house.
Climbing over the rocks like he always did, Nali surveyed he horizon. The conditions were perfect for a journey. Nali knew many shortcuts through the mountain and could arrive with Balin in a small cluster of minutes.
After a while of journey, Nali could see the dwarfs smoking their pipes and set for their journey.
Nali exhaled and said, "they haven't left yet!" under his breath. Quickly roaring, the other dwarves recognised him. They didn't seam to mind that he was late.
Nali was suprised to see that all the dwarves weren't there. "Nali!" Balin said, "Nali...i'm sorry to say that we already got to Moria and back and didn't need your help after all! HA HA HA! Just making a joke there lad! Now, let's see..." Balin scanned Erebor for other dwarves. Smiling, Nali pulled a pipe out and started to smoke.
The sun is high the moon is gone
The dwarves are off, the chase is on
Through travels far and wide we go
to reclaim a land captured not by friend but foe.
When sun is gone and fire is out
will the world be filled with doubt?
To Moria, we travel afar
and will sing great songs, as if at a bar!
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'
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