Poems of the Pine: Scourge of Khazad-dûm

May we finally leave Moria?

Book 8 – Scourge of Khazad-dûm

We have the head
Of the horde of orcs
That foul the caves
Of Khazad-dûm.
But we cannot leave
These cruel dens
Till we break the relics
That blight these halls.
 
The first we found
In foulest dens
Where merrovail marred
The mirrors of old.
We changed their courses
And cleaned their sheets
To shine the light
In Lumal-nar.
 
Then deep we delved
As we dared to seek
The second relic
In the river dark.
We restarted the wheels
That were stilled by our foes
Then broke the relic
Of ruin and dread.
 
Then we found the last
In the foundations deep
And broke the bane of dwarves.
The relics are cleared
So we are ready to head
From Moria to the Mirkwood at last.

Now we have to do something about this Mazog fellow?

Pineleaf Needles