The dwarves have achieved victory in Gundabad, and the Gabil'akkâ celebrates on the mountainside.
'Hrímil Frost-heart is wounded, and we will need to deal with her, but for now let us enjoy the victory!
'What say my dwarves? What say my courageous allies?
'Let all take up the cheer: Gundabad is ours!'
Mótsog has stepped away, unnoticed, from the celebrating throng.
Durin is up the slope to the east, celebrating the victory of the dwarves.