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The Mines of Moria - The Westgate
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls;
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
(from: The Fellowship of the Ring, page 412)
Gimli: "Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy
the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves!"
Roaring fires!
Malt beer!
Ripe meat off the bone!
This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin.
And they call it a mine.
A MINE!"
Boromir: "This is no mine. It's a tomb!
We make for the Gap of Rohan.
We should never have come here!"
As the wizard passed on ahead up the great steps,
he held his staff aloft, and from its tip there came a faint radiance.
The wide stairway was sound and undamaged.
Two hundred steps they counted, broad and shallow; and at the top
they found an arched passage with a level floor leading on into the dark.
Gandalf: "We now have but one choice.
We must face the long dark of Moria.
Be on your guard.
There are older and fouler things than Orcs
in the deep places of the world.
Quietly now.
It's a four-day journey to the other side.
Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed"
In the pale ray of the wizard's staff,
Frodo caught glimpses of stairs and arches,
and of other passages and tunnels, sloping up, or running steeply down,
or opening blankly dark on either side.
It was bewildering beyond hope of remembering.
(from: The Fellowship of the Ring, pages 403-4)
Gandalf: "Let me risk a little more light."
Saruman: "Moria... you fear to go into those mines.
The Dwarves delved too greedily and too deep.
You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad-dûm...
...Shadow and Flame!"
Gandalf: "Gimli!"
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