My heart dwells in Khazâd-dùm, not as it was after Durin's Bane was awoken, but before. A wonderful place where gold and gems and iron became alive in the hands of skilled smiths. Where stone grew and flowered like young trees. Torchilght dancing on the intricate carvings of the kings of ages past. To look into the Kheled-zâram and see the crown of Durin, it would be indescribable.... [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
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