-Of the siege of Gondamon-
The fortress-city of Gondamon always stood proudly in the Low Lands; even at the time of the rebellion of the clan of the Dourhands and of Gromr Doursmith, steward of the Halls of Thorin, it was there that the Dwarves of Lord Dwalin's company, sent by King Dáin II to restore order and subdue the rebellion first arrived, though they knew nothing of the revolt at the time. Lord Dwalin and his company established their headquarters and the city was loyal to them; Gromr was defeated at the tomb of Skorgrím and after two years of war, the fires of the rebellion were quelled. However, Ivar the Gaunt-Lord and Skorgrím had escaped, and between the traitorous clan and the goblins of Blue Crag an alliance was formed, ready to take advantage of the quarrels between dwarves and elves; an alliance that would rally all dwarves loyal to the King, and bring the armies of evil down from their mountain hideouts.
Thus the citadel of Godamon was placed under siege by numerous goblin and dwarf hosts, and the armies of Thorin's Halls could not come to their aid, for another enemy force was descending on Noglond from Sarnúr and blocking the way to the plain. For two weeks, the brave defenders protected the city from the attacks of the besiegers, and fought at the entrances and on the walls. The only help they received from outside came from the few messengers from Noglond who ventured through the encirclement and delivered victuals and ammunition for the archers and sabotaged the enemy engines of war.
The city suffered much in that siege; the walls and the arches of the gates showed deep scars, and debris piled up near the gates. Bodies of friend and foe, mingled in the maelstrom of battle, buried each other in the hour of death; but the barriers did not fall, and Godanmon held. Then the enemy's lieutenants sent out their troops for the last assault, convinced that they would at last bring the city under their evil yoke: hundreds of Dourhands and goblins, as well as unnamable creatures and gigantic monsters; they joined the fray after them, and the battle was terrible. The defenders fought heroically, and being insufficient, they ran from gate to gate, for the enemy took several assaults to coordinate, and their columns were defeated one by one.
Yazârnu inbarathârag taslinîn aktuthurkhu mukhûf.
But the dwarves and the elves, for there were elves too, had many killed and wounded, and it seemed that evil would triumph. The nimblest of the orcs scaled the slopes of the hill (Godanmon stands for stone-hill) and came close to slaying Mathi, Lord of the city. Withdrawn in the high courtyard of the fortress, awaiting the fateful end, even then Mathi Stouthand did not hesitate, and reminded the others who were left how they had recovered the mountains from the Dourhands and had suffered the sickness of the waters that were corrupted; but they healed the land and the waters by the work of the dwarves and the elves' powers of healing, and the same would be done for Godanmon. The spirits of the defenders were strengthened, and the very numerous horde of foes was slain.
The victory was complete that day; the fields, covered with corpses, were not sullied by the enemy's foot for a long time, and only the animals that were their spies approached the fortress, which was fully rebuilt. Evil returned to the caverns and the strongholds in the mountains, and the friendship of dwarves and elves deepened.
