.IV. Our Lives to Make
Cresting the rise, the doors of Moria came into view, standing proudly, shut fast against any wishing to enter. The ancient dwarf work of their forefather's gloriously preserved, though Sauron's contagion had tainted it. Dipping just below its zenith, the sun's golden rays spilled across the mountainside, the rise of the opposite slope leading to the gate.
Emotions swelling in his breast, untapped sentiments that had intoxicated his dreams of late, Balin gazed upon the entrance to the ancient kingdom with eager eyes. Images of long forgotten treasures, of precious metal, and undiscovered wealth; visions that had been haunting him, stirring his dwarfish greed and lust, clouding his mind.
Softly, from behind him, Oin muttered wonderingly, "Khazad-dum, the realm of Durin!"
"We made it," Ori breathed, reverently, almost disbelieving that it was possible.
Around them, the majestic peaks thrust powerfully into the air, perennial snow draping the tallest mountains, falling in a white sheet from below cloud adorned heads. Indifferent to the party of dwarves who had traveled in their midst, untouched by the excitement that filled them to see their journey's end in sight, they stood as silent sentinels above the underground realm.
Inhaling deeply, satisfaction and impatience filling him, Balin's gaze passed over his companions, reading the enthusiasm in the younger ones' faces, the quiet support of his old friends, Ori and Oin. But most of all, seeing the shared feeling of general relief that was felt by all.
Calling out encouragement, holding an arm aloft, Balin cried, "Come lads! Let's take back what is ours!"
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A/N: Originally a three part collection, I decided to add a couple more scenes after a request on dA. Though short, this one is of Balin arriving at Moria.
Title taken from the lyrics by Neil Finn.
The next scene should be up soon. Thanks for reading!