'Glóin and a company of dwarves from the Lonely Mountain have established a camp to the north, among the snows of the mountains. Tell him what you have told me, and I will devise some plan by which we can prepare to face whatever evil has come to Helegrod.

'Your news fills me with forboding, ${PLAYER}, for the tale of that place is a sad one, as hostile as the mountains in winter. Durin, the fifth to bear that name, came to a grim end within the walls of that keep, despite words out of Eregion concerning the axe he bore: \qDarkness shall not fall upon Hadhodrond while the line of Durin bears Mírdanant in friendship with the Gwaith-i-Mírdain.\q

'Perhaps the strength of those words had waned during the many years since Mírdanant was gifted? I do not know. Glóin may tell some of the tale to you, if that is his mind. Go now with haste. I do not know how much time we may have to counter this threat. Helegrod inhabited again is a troubling matter.'