From the top of the stair falls, where I stood at sunset with Thalya, I can see the entrance to Moria. I feel uneasy about the path home. The legendary mines we are about to enter are uncharted and dangerous – I have done enough wandering in cold, damp darkness underground. Every day I wonder why I have made the decision to return for a time, but Thalya says it is time and I haven’t put up an argument.
This place is barren. When I look west, I imagine I can see back to Bree. And when I look north, I imagine I can see to Rivendell. And then I look east, and when I try to imagine that I can see home… I see a dark, wet hole in the ground. Maybe I have changed too much to come home – my mind is already dark with the things I have seen, and I fear I am bound to see more.
I question the judgement of opening that which has been sealed. Long has this once great, abandoned path been left to stew in its own evil. A long, dangerous journey lies before us, and I’m not sure I’m ready to make it.