Radsvid fastened the final strap that was securing the armament to his mighty steed. The Hoin clan had just ridden off from Radoghir. "Fucking autists" he remarked. He stared up to the sky, something he saw so little. It made him feel even smaller than he normally does, being all the elves around him are something like seven feet tall or something ludicrous like that.
Focusing back on the task at hand, a brazier was knocked over by some foolish man carrying around arms full of papers like some baffoon. His white hair and long beard gave him away as Dalf, the something or another humans use to describe almost being as old as dwarves.
Radsvid was reminded of Durin the Deathless in that moment, that guy lived for some two thousand years. Wonder what is regiment was...Seemed like a high protein bulk kind of guy. Bet he could do like...ten plate...for reps...That Balrog guy was an asshole.
Radsvid returned to reality in this moment, the weather had become less warm, being that Radsvid has long since lost the feeling of cold. "MY LORD", one of his men apporached "WE ARE ALL READY TO RIDE FORTH TO GLORY AND DEATH AND BLOOD..." the young dwarf trailed off, listing grudges and such that Radsvid had already memorized. "...MAY GLORY BE WON FOR HOUSE RADSVID."
"Yes yes, very good then, be off with you and saddle up and such." Radsvid pulled out his tophat and monocle donning them from muscle memory alone "And by jove, cut that autist shit out, the tossing Hoin clan left already." The young dwarf relaxed his chest, placing on his tophat and monicle as well "Ah, very good then sire."
The dwarves all in unison broke for tea, crumpets, stouts, and cigars. By Jove, Golly, might I say so, and many other Dwarven phrases were spewed many a time. After brunch, the castle gym was full to the brim with the dwarves, all trying achieve maximum gains for their asthetics before reaching their end. Nain didnt lift, and that is why moria is what it
is today, the south side of the misty mountains.
Such fine gentledwarves could not be found in all of Arda, Valinor, oranywhere else than in Radsvid's Company. The lifting stopped as the band and choir got together. The horns opened up,
followed by the drums and accordian, then the choir
Од Торин је сала на Еребор
Да Еребор
Цела земља нападнута Дварвисх
Цела земља је напао
Радсвид ће водити патуљке
ће водити патуљке
Покажите им да се не боје ничега
Они се не боје ничега
Прљава Гобблинс, прљави гобблинс се пробудили
Не дирај нашу земљу
наша земља
Радсвид ће водити патуљке
ће водити патуљке
Покажите им да се не боје ничега
Они се не боје ничега
Из гвозденог брда, медведи долазе
медведи долазе
Будите уплашени, Гобблинс и прљавштина
Гобблинс и прљавштина
Радсвид ће водити патуљке
ће водити патуљке
Покажите им да се не боје ничега
Они се не боје ничега
У одбрани свих патуљцима
одбрана од свих патуљцима
Боримо се, славу наше слободе
слава наше слободе
Радсвид ће водити патуљке
ће водити патуљке
Покажите им да се не боје ничега
Они се не боје ничега
Покажите им да се не боје ничега
Они се не боје ничега
The choir adjourned, the weights put up in proper order, and the army set out.