n fact, the greatest and longest halls and corridors of Great Moria, Khazad - Doom ;) on language dwarves and Hadhodrond on language of High Elves. Long ago these were shined by sun, but now only twilight and darkness around you.
Heared every rustle in debt of dungeons, you walk, it seems, the whole century in the searching of exit.
Already no one time heared rustle saved you from the meet with groups of raged orcs, patroled halls and dungeons. Right hand clenched the handle of heavy broad axe, the gift by Dain, King under Mountain.

Bad news... Balin, Fundin's son, died, and also died many heroes of Battle by Five Armies, and Moria robed again.
Debtly in the purse you carried the mithril amulet of Balin, founded in secret passage in Hall of Mazarbul.
Only the King under Mountain must see it and heared the worse story from Moria. Ori and Oin died...

Suddenly of distance the quiet breaked by steps. Well. About tenth. But stop! Is it orcs? Too slowly walking... Mens, but where mens from? Oh! And these weakest steps is not as steps small orc - snaga...
Steps so near... When the group comes near your hidden passage, you carefully watched from cover and see onto that group.
High man with shined staff in head of group lead from his sevral high mans... elf... and who is that? Orcs? Not... So strange group...
Then you decide follow to strange group, you dress off your boots and carefully follow to company of speleologists...

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