Greetings, to you all. In Moria I am close to you, yet so far away, deep under the mountains. This is The Heart of Fire, as the Dwarves call it. The room, an ancient forge, I believe, is unimaginably hot. Molten metal (or rock, perhaps) pours from an unknown source, feeding the the pools in which they forge their metal. Believe me when I say that our kind does not belong here.
I cannot in good conscience say that there are days, down here. There is nothing but darkness – lit by the feeble light of lamps, or by the inner glow of strange crystals in the walls and ceilings. Even through am still upset as I am with my experience at home, I admit that I have become homesick.
I want to see the sky again. Please take care – I hope everyone is well. I do miss you all, that will not change.
