Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, locations, etc
A/N: Wow, it's been waaaay too long since I wrote anything for LotR! But I wanted to get back into the fandom, and more importantly I wanted to try something different. Thus, this was born. And note to self, dwarves are really hard to write!
Moria. I was told once that the name means Black Chasm, but never did I believe that Khazad-dûm had fallen so far into darkness. While the others mourn the death of Gandalf, I mourn the loss of our once-great city.
A shadow falls across the rock in front of me. It's that blasted elf, I know it; no one else would be able to sneak up on a dwarf. He's silent, and I hope he stays that way.
"I am sorry."
Blast. "For what?" I snap, in no mood to deal with elven riddles today.
"I know what it's like to have a place you love fall into shadow, to see what was once fair become overrun with darkness. I too have ventured forth in hopes of finding my friends alive, only to realize that they have been long dead. It is a fate I would wish on no one… not even a dwarf."
I turn around quickly, not sure if the last comment was spoken in jest or not, but the elf has already moved away.
Mirkwood. Moria. It seems I have more in common with the elf- nay, with Legolas- than I realized.
And that doesn't bother me.