For countless eons we toiled through the dark, dank tunnels of Moria, our sorry path lit only by what dim magelight we sould still summon and the phosphorescence of creatures far too ghastly to describe. Finally, exhausted and despairing, scratched and bruised from the nasty, knife-edged rootses, we saw in the distance a glowing light and I thought I heard a voice... But perhaps my desperate ears befuddled me for the sound I heard was beautiful, like the giggling of elves...

Hope blossomed anew in our weary hearts and we strove forward

The light shone brighter, brilliant blond.

We pushed our way through the cruel roots, and there, revealed in all it's glory in the joyous sunshine, was the elf prince himself, Samadhi, just a small boy, but the fairest sight our eyes had ever chanced upon.

Would he let us pass?