Alrik cheered the lad that had comprised the song with the other members of the expedition. It sure did lift his old heart to see such enthusiasm towards the quest.
Bowing to his king and Balin he began to stride back towards the Lonely Mountain. A pint or three before going to bed would not hurt, now would it?
His mind was busy imagining all the wonders they could yet work with the craft of their ancestors at their posession, and his hands longed for Mithríl, to be able to forge the stuff into fine weapons and corcelets of armour.
It was a long time since he had felt so excited.
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Herein, it is said, the power of Ulmo was shown. For he gathered tidings of all that passed in Beleriand, and every stream that flowed from Middle-earth to the Great Sea was to him a messenger, both to and fro
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