The Five Hundred

“Hurry up! Come on, Dallie! Hurry up!” 
“I’m waddling up as fast as I...” The lad paused, bending over, panting, struggling for breath. “Go on, I’ll catch up.” 

The Third Lesson of War – Honoured at Erebor 

Hear the sound emerge from the mountain, 

Beat the drum, and march one by one, 

Draw your steel and hold it before you, 

Erebor, the war is now done! 

“First Company! Present arms!” 
 

Disclaimer: The following piece features graphic and violent content. It is meant to describe the horrors Dalbran witnessed during the battle. That being said, read on at your own discretion. 

The world bemoans the lifeless hands 

The Dwarfs who died to keep their lands 

The valiant souls of Durin’s Folk 

Shall echo in eternal sleep 

The Orcs came to our lands, and we fought them hand to hand, 

Sweat and blood, turned the ground to mud. 

Dwarf and Orc in strife, sought to vanquish every life, when the hammer falls! 

“Into them! Borri, take the left flank, strike them down! Baruk Khazâd!” 

“Khazâd ai-mênu!” 

When a Dwarf is sent to war, he pines for home, his heart is sore 

Though never was such bravery, nor strength of arms or weaponry! 

Erebor. Finally, Erebor. 

From the fire is made, evey Dwarven axe and blade! 

When the hammer falls, forging weapons for all! 

When the hammer falls, songs of battle fill the Halls! 

“So you’ll go?”