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Glosur was at a crossroads.

There were the two usual dark path and light path, that always is there. But there are more now, what do I do now Moria is mine?

"Let the caravans go towards Mt.Gundabad. They can have all that. There is one relic they could never take, even if they wished to."

Glosur stared down the waters of Mirrormere. Suddenly the waters cleared, something that hadn't been done since the ruling days of Durin, and one relic showed true in the deep waters. The crown of Durin.

"By my beard...."

Glosur picked up the crown lightly, as if it were going to vanish in front of his eyes. Slowly, he put the crown upon his head, and dwarves, all the 7 clans (Glosur's entire army was behind him, he was next to Mirrormere, facing the Crimson Forest) bowed, row after row. The generals of the dwarves stood.

"Hail Glosur Darloc! King of Khazad-dûm!"

But Glosur left to do something else. He called a nearby raven over, and wrote a message to the lord of Gundabad.

"Dear humbled lord,

Whilst I do not know your name or true purpose, I do know that you are different than the other orcs, more reasonable if you will. Know that my dwarves offered for no bloodshed, even to live amongst them in peace, but the Moria chieftan charged first. Also know that I would call a ceasefire to our peoples, for we are both strong, and wiping each other out would be pointless. This is why I am calling a meeting between you and me. Just you and me. I will be alone at the coldfells if you wish to meet me.

May your halls be rich,

Glosur."

When the bird arrived at Gundabad the lord noticed that Glosur hadn't used titles, like most other kings would.