Thorin proceded and walked into the fortress, straight to the throneroom, "Lord Harlan, I'm Thorin III Stonehelm, son of Dáin II Ironfoot, King of Erebor, King of Durin's folk and Lord of The Iron Hills, I came to you with news from my father." he said while he grabbed a letter out of his bag, "My dear friend, Darkness has spread in the west, this new evil cannot bring much good. We, as Dwarves, have to ensure we can live through the time that is upon us. We need to make sure our race stands strong in these times. I ask you to obay the call of the Dwarves, to unite our forces, to go to war. Not long from now we will march on Ered Mithrin and Gundabad, in this holy war we can use every man you can spare. United we can make sure that our race not only survives, but grows." he told as he read the message.
Khazad-Dûm
Dwalin, wandering around for days now, stumbled across a room with a clear Tomb in the middle... Fear struck his hearth, and as he walked towards the Tomb his fear became a reality "Balin Fundinul Uzbadkhazaddumu". Dwalins hearth broke, as he picked up the book from a skeleton next to the Tomb, wich later appeared to be Ori. The book of Mazarbul was the only record of Khazad-Dûm written by Ori and Balin themselves. Dwalin read the book from the first till the last page in one time. He had sat there for hours when he finally closed the book. His anger had grown inside, it had taken a piece from his hearth... Dwalin took the book, and started to walk towards the East gate. He would never be the same again from that day.