It has been a long time since I set foot into Ered Luin. After all, after the Dourhands sacked our Refuge 600 years ago, as I graduated my minstrel courses, not many elves stood behind. I was there, I saw everything. I saw how elves were crushed under the might of the Dourhand clan, I saw their weapons, I saw their dark ways on that day.

 Nonetheless today I return here, for the the Dourhands have returned. Something bad is going on here and I intend to find out. Together with other fellow elves and dwarves we shall find out what is going on.

 They resurrected Skorgrim, I saw him in the tunnels myself. The Dourhands are insane, with him alive, Ered Luin will be soon only a ruin, for he serves a greater master now. Legends say that the Dourhands have sworn allegiance in ancient times along with the orcs and goblins, to the Dark Lord, Sauron.

 What I should do I do not know, but I can tell you this:

"The world needs a hero, I am not him. The story I will sing, but no honor it will bring."