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Once a great city, Kaimoir was slowly falling into decay. Great pillars were covered with moss. Most of the houses were abandoned and palaces stood empty. Silence was complete. And so was darkness.
The cave was found by the First King, no one can remember his name today. It is strange, such a leader’s name should be in every song. But no, it had faded, as if by intention. Some say that he is still there, haunting the Halls of Kings. When the First came with his people, the cave was all empty. Strangely the race began to grow and prosper. The empty caves turned into wonders of stone, even the skills of the dwarves were matched.
The new race became a terror above ground, raiding at night. Their abilities in battle were greater than of the greatest human warriors. Like a cloud they swept over villages. Fear grew in Men. Even many elves were afraid of this horror.
This new race was great indeed. The city of Kaimoir was built to the size it still remains nowadays, but then it was full of people, happy and wealthy. Gold and silver adorned even the poorest homes. The key to their success was being hidden. Their raids had brought riches and fear to their enemies, but nobody really knew who or what this horrible race was. But in open war they would have probably defeated their foes.
Luckily for every other race it never went so far as open war. For as the First Age ended the race began to diminish. Nobody knew the reason. Or nobody except the King. Some feared that the fall of Morgoth was the reason, but nobody wanted openly relate their strength with the Dark Lord.
Raids became rare and the terror was turned into myth. Their population dwindled. Only a few children were born every century. The life-span shortened to about two hundred years, when in their glory they could live over the age of five hundred. Still even the few that were left were stronger than any man and most of elves.
Strangely the King ordered the gate to the cave closed and none have left the city since. In hunger they lived for centuries, for they cannot die of hunger like men, but they feel it stronger. The only thing that prevailed was the line of Kings, one after another they kept their power and will. Even now when few of the race survive a king sits on his throne.
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