Hopping up and down with exciement, Nali started singing drinking songs as if he was at a pub. Some dwarfs gazed at him, amazed that there was no fear in him.
"If I could glimps the hardest of steels,
life would be as sweet as honey on the tastiest of meals.
A light so strong the spine will chill,
the everlasting treasure of Moria's mithril.
A group of travelers ordered by King Dain,
will break the heart of Durin's Bane.
And from the ashes of man and elf,
shall arise the city of Dwarrow-delf"
chanted Nali as the other dwarfs started singing their own tunes.
Taking a good look at his caravan, he though to himself that the voyage would be more than somewhat interesting. Nali spend the rest of the time at the meeting meeting everyone their. One person, Lin, looked strangly pecular. More than ofter, Balin was winking to him. After a breif chat with Balin, Nali grinned and sat down, as if to say "I'll sit here all night and when the time comes, i'll be first in line!"
While Nali was sitting he pondered what the venture would be like after they reclaim Moria. Would he stay in Moria as special servant to the king, or if he would just move back to Erebor and be the richest man of all! But then, Mithril doesn't sprout out of the groud. You have to mine and refine it. "...Seeing as how i'll have first claim..." Nali muttered under his breath as if he was dividing up the riches at that very spot. Although he didn't realize it, it wouldn't be that easy!
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'
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