^^^^^^Erebor/Lonely Mountain^^^^^^
Durgan breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he felt the sturdy planks of the quay beneath his boots. Keeping a close eye on the Dwarves at his side, he stood looking in wonder at the White City, its tall towers and level upon level reaching to the sun filled him a sense of hope. He knew that Stonehelm carried a great burden in ruling their people and Durgan, now having seen for himself the might of Gondor began to believe that this audience was fortuitous indeed.
The massive stonework impressed him as nothing else on their journey could have. He longed to walk the streets and look out over the Pelennor Fields far below from its ramparts. So much had happened here, so many had died to make meetings such this one with Elessar possible, he began to feel over-whelmed.
Bringing himself back, he found that he was not the only one so obviously impressed. His fellow Dwarves had the glint of approval in their eyes and the others were looking about them, smiling and talking amongst themselves. Straightening his belt, he walked over to Stonehelm to find out what would be in store for them next.
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