Nali strutted over the grass as the party argued about a trip through mirkwood. Nali didn’t really understand the whole thing. ‘Who cares it they go through the forest or not! It’s not like there’s mithril in the forest, so what does it matter?’ Nali thought. As far as Nali was concerned, the quicker route to Moria was the better one. The other dwarves, however, didn’t see his light. Ignoring their rased voices, Nali sat on a small boulder and took out a parchment and quill. He started sketching the scene. In the center, on the left side of the parchment, a dwarf stood with a fist raised and a mouth wide. His opposite, however, had his hands in a waving motion, as if denying whatever the dwarves were saying. Behind to two arguing dwarves, many dwarves stood in the background discussing the matter. As Nali dipped his quill, he heard a small muffled sound and a dwarf screaming. The two dwarves appeared to be screaming to death, as one of the dwarves had a small trickle of blood running down their face. Nali quickly picked up his quill to draw the new features of the dwarves. The other dwarves seemed to form a circle around the two fighting dwarves. Nali shook his head and began to write under the sketch:
Through Mirkwood or around we go
But we’ve had a fight not by our foe
The dwarves now scream, whail, and shreak
That can be heard form the highest peak
It has now started, the blood is drawn
And now all of the dwarves around will faun
On Lin and Narin as they are called
And will keep fighting until their problem solved
And so it has started, the breaking up
While new alliances are being signed up
A peril that will effect all on the trip
For this is a plunge, not just a dip
To moria it will take time
But until then, I will sing and rhyme
After righting his song, he began singing the tune, watching at the dwarves. Suddenly, Nali stopped singing and watched with amazement. Narin had retaliated
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