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He picked up the pen.
There was such finality, knowing these would be the last words he would ever write. His companions might think it a useless exercise, but he had been one of the Company of Erebor.
He knew the Darkness could not last forever. The day would come when Durin’s children would reclaim these halls. When they did, his words would found, and their end be remembered.
We cannot get out. The end comes. Drums, drums in the deep.
They are coming.
The pen was of no more use to him. He took up his axe.