WWXLV: The Fellowship of Saruman

[Groin Redbeard]

Dain stood in shock as the doors of Khazadum closed with a collosial bang. He stood for a while in horror of what had just happened, but it was only for a second. He shook his head at the loss of Eomer, his words might have helped fellowship for a while longer.

"I am not at all in favor of coming this way," he said. "Long ago did a warn Thrain of the danger that still dwells here, I fear that Durin's bane still lives. Balin set out from Esgaroth thirty years ago and has never been heard from since." he sighed hard through closed lips. "But do not let that disturb us, we may still go unoticed here, and we have one less traitor to worry us on our journey, one down two more two go."

He walked at the head of the council guiding the way along with Galadriel, and he marveled at the craftmenship of his people long ago and indeed would have loved to stay here longer; but he knew all to well of the danger that they were in and pushed on.

EDIT: X'd with Gildor