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The emissary looked over to where he thought he heard a voice, but then saw nothing.

"Send a bird, or a cat, as you seem to enjoy better, if you need anything. Farewell!"

--A few miles later--

Glosur looked at his emissary.

"Go back to the camps in the mountains, we march now."

The emissary nodded and went away. Glosur meanwhile walked up onto a mountainside and gazed over his army, good enough, but we will take losses.

"Dwarves! Long have we looked on towards the Misty mountains- Our homeland! March to Khazad-Dûm! Tanar Durin Nûr!"

"Baruk Khazad!"

"Durin nûr!"

"Durin!"

"Karin nee hun!"

Screaming war cries, heard all the way into the crimson forest, they marched toward the eastern gate of Moria...