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In memory of Arlon Keenedge the dwarf Warrior

Time passes on. In its wake devouring all that we love and hate, while bringing us new life in return. You can't stop it nor slow it, and to some the end comes sooner then to others.

The dwarf named Arlon Keenedge was a fierce one. In his younger years he was found often in the foremost ranks of the Baruk Khazad-Dum, chopping and slicing down anyone who would stand in his way. Quick to be angered and as stubborn as dwarves come, he was a force to be reckoned with. Many years he lived under the mountain, aiding greatly in Erebor's defenses. But the end comes for any mortal and time claimed its share. Arlon is no more. But the mountain still stands, and many will always remember Arlon for clenching his fists upon his chest and bellowing with a loud roar:

This text is copied from the memorial, which can be found in Erebor. It was carved by Mimak Stonehead.