---

In memory of Logan Firebeard the dwarf Assassin

Rumours are heard throughout the realm about the passing of a grand dwarf in the Lonely Mountain. Erebor, which always seems alive like a bee hive; buzzing with voices, echoing footsteps, the clanging of hammer upon anvil, rough laughter and dwarven songs now appears dead silent. The mountain mourns the passing of Logan Firebeard. In the deep tavern "The Dangling Orc", many dwarves have gathered to drink and tell stories about days long past. Grave are their expressions, and their tone of conversation is soft. A dark shadow seems to have fallen upon these dwarves.

Suddenly one of the elder dwarves stands up from his chair and raises his voice in a song. A hymn to a brother gone, a friend and a warrior of the Baruk Khazad-Dum. As the dwarf finishes the first line, all the dwarves in the bar fall in with him. The song echoes through the entire mountain and increases in volume as each dwarf in the mountain adds his or her voice. A tribute, a death hymn. A song, written by Logan himself.

I dreamt a dream about the Mountains old
Woke up in dark tunnels cold
A thousend brothers side by side
Here I roam so far from home
Will I ever see the story unfold
Death stares with a glee at the faith to which I was sold

Burning brothers on soiled grounds

Over hills to open fields
On the battlefield no one yields
Mahal's hymn, the endless crusades
and memories that never fades

Burning brothers on soiled grounds

I dreamt a dream about the mountains old
Of peaceful times and piles of gold

I dreamt a dream about dwarves of yore
Today I dream no more.

By Valoc Ironhammer