It started one summersday in the Shire, I and master Dolgon set out from Michel Delving on our way to Needlhole, where dwarves and hobbits live, to start our journey into Ered Luin. Our goal was to find any remnants of Belegost or of Broadbeams, though we know they travel to Thorin's Halls, we know little of their home and they keep it mostly to themselves.
We came to Needlehole for supplies for our journey in the afternoon, and the weather boded well for us that day. We set out from Needlehole acroos the bridge and into the west away from Bree-Land and into Ered Luin and our search for Gabilgathol. We came to Falathlorn two hours later after some fast paced trekking through through Ered Luin, and at last came to the Elven homes there and met an Elf on our way seeking knowledge of the eastward road to Bree. Our knowledge of Belegost and the ancient land of Beleriand and what was lost in the war with the First Dark Lord, was partial at best, but we managed to figure a few things out; The Lost dwarven city of Belegost was due north of The Grey Havens of Lord Cirdan and southwest of the Vale of Thráin.
Our hopes were high and we calculated that perhaps Mount Dolmed survived those darkened days as well along with Belegost, however the second dwarven city of Nogrod, Tumunzahar was probably partially destroyed, perhaps total? Nogrod by our measures was located south of The Grey Havens. We made our way westward from the Elven towns and towards the mountains in search of paths or any sign of dwarven structures.
Surveyed the mountains beyond the foothills of Falathlorn, looking beyond to the mountains there for larger mountains and perhaps a sign of dwarves. We looked for vantage points to look further beyond and found one that was of great height. We camped for an hour or two, for refreshments and some talk. We discussed the probabilty of the mountain might be where the Broadbeams delved of old or it might Mount Dolmed, sacred to them. By our estimates after a long talk, the mountain was surely part of The Broadbeam kingdom of old.
We moved further south along the foothills and met up with a band of elves and men camped by a small lake there. We surveyed the area and to our suprise while looking at the aforementioned mountain and approached the lake which was surrounded by a wall of rock and I saw something upon the mountain side; Amongst the snowline a structure though very small, nonetheless was tower and it was a significant find. We went back to the camp, because it was approaching night and darkness was allready upon us. Excitment grew amongst us before we went to sleep and we talked of dwarven history and that of the elves. That night I took the first watch while, master Dolgon rested, the night was still and I pondered endlessly with the puffs of me pipe about the mountain and Belegost. I woke Dolgon late in the night for his watch and I went off to sleep.
I awoke in the early watches of the morning and the sun had yet to arise, however the darkness was begin to giveway to some light foreboding the coming of morning and there, master Dolgon was making breakfast. We ate our breakfast and drank our ales, filled our pipes and smoke for a while before our journey continues, and there we spoke endlessly of our findings and of Belegost. The sky was now reddish and the suns rays lit the horizon, we finished our breakfast and were prepared to make our way further south, when I told Dolgon if we might take a look at the mountain before going south. We left the camp and went towards the lake were we had looked before, but this time I saw something different; It appeared as dots or black shadows on the mountain at first. We wen closer towards the lake to see better and mind you there were trees everywhere, when finally there it was and clearly it could be seen; Structures. Not elven nor of Longbeard hands, beyond the snowline, four towers and a terrace of sorts built into the mountain and there for all to see. Our excitement was overwhelming and unexplainable, for this truly was apart of the Broadbeam kingdom of old.
For a while we stood, and finally our shock and awe wore off and we headed out and pointed our noises south towards the Grey Havens, and perhaps a path to the mountain. We went south following the foothills but to no avail, walls and unclimbable and it at last gave way to the river leading to The Havens, so we settled for a swim towards the sea and perhaps journey north from there into the Mountains of Ered Luin but the current was too strong and nearly took us to a watery grave. We headed back and north towards Rath Teraig, which was overrun by goblins and spiders, but there was nothing which we could find of use to get us beyond the foothills. However a blocked road leading west into the mountains was there, it seemed to look like an outpost of sorts serving to help travellers on their way to and fro. It was useless and the Vale of Thráin we knew had no path into the mountains, so we said our fare well to each other and though it was fruitless to attempt a trek into the mountains. We had however, discovered something of great importance to us dwarves, indeed there was something of Broadbeam legacy left and perhaps beyond the walled confines of Ered Luin lies Gabilgathol and its folk and king, which we know nothing of. Only long of stories told by elves of the brave Broadbeams who fought the shadow of Morgoth and of their Lord and King, Azaghal, who wounded the father of Dragons, Glaurung the Terrible.
All in all a great discovery and perhaps we might find more in the future or interest other to take the journey with us.
Written by Duinn Muninn's son, Lord of Durin's Folk, after a journey made by him and Dolgon of Baruk Khazad.
