Kandral

Day XXVIII continued — A long way round
We stood and looked down at the chasm below;
Most of the dwarves were in tears.
They couldn’t believe that something had sundered
The bridge that had stood here for years
‘Let’s hope we’re not trapped here,’ Kandral said,
‘That rope bridge our weight must bear.’
He was the first to step back from the bridge,
Running a hand through his hair.

"By Mahal's whiskers!! What have I been drinking?" Midarin groaned and grunted while he stretched and held his head as if it was about to fall off. The pain of his aching skull throbbed like there was a nasty Orc drumming away in his ear.
As Midarin grunted low some more, while carefully stretching his arms, the cracking of his joints could be heard as clear as a bell, growing louder and louder in his head.

(In a cloth-covered book, written in brown ink... The squared runes of Khuzdul look almost jagged in this angular hand.)

- A scathing satire of a song -