Finally we get to the Mines of Moria, the wife and I.
Here is Giselher, waiting for the Watcher to makes his appearance, awed by the harvest moon. (Maybe you dwarves can throw a few more rocks, you fools.)
Regarding the actual quest, they force us to do it solo. (Then again, aren’t legends usually born solo? There are no legendary armies. There are legendary warriors. And legendary weapons.)
Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September’s coming soon.
I’m pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.