“We cannot get out.
We cannot get out.
They have taken the bridge and Second Hall. Frár and Lóni and Náli fell there bravely while the rest retr […] Mazarbul.
We still ho[…]g … but hope u[…]n[…]
Óin’s party went five days ago but today only four returned. The pool is up to the wall at West-gate. The Watcher in the Water took Óin—we cannot get out.
The end comes soon. We hear drums, drums in the deep.”
They are coming.”
—Ori, the Book of Mazarbul
can you imagine gandalf though
that sweet doofy dwarf who liked crochet and knitting and used a slingshot against trolls
lying in dust and cobwebs at his feet, dead for decades