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A raven attaches to Thorin's shoulder bearing a message from Glosur, it reads:

"Your numbers may be few, but mine are not!"

Suddenly you hear the sound of thousands of White Mountains soldiers, riding on rams and wearing the best dwarven armor from the Elder days, carrying gleaming silver pikes and spears, from the other edge of the valley forest green armored warriors from the Harad Mountians (Glosur owns much of those mountains as well) marched down on boars, all carrying bows at their backs and axes at their sides. When they arrive they surround the troops. A dwarven commander approaches Thorin and says:

"Message from King Glosur! He says that this is but a piece of his coming forces, and that he himself will meet you soon, we have camped here for weeks, the Harad dwarves just arrived from where they were in Kheled-Arnin. We dwarves always stick together, and this is no exxeption!