Dwarves of Erebor

''The Kingdom under the Mountain, Erebor. This is our realm, the power of the Dwarves in the easternmost edge of the Western sphere, where Longbeards and Broadbeams delve into the lambent and virtually inexhaustible veins of precious metals that provide the power of wealth of our King Dain II. This is the Power of the Iron Hills of old, the Dwarf Realm at the borders of those we regard as foes in the Eastern man-realms, farthest from the Blue Mountains, where our people fade. It was he that marched five hundreds of our warriors to contest the claim of the Elves of the Woodland Realm and the Lakes men's ignorant demands upon the mountain, their attempt to theive from the rightful acclamation of Thorin Oakenshield, bearer of Orcrist." ''

''Sadly, Thorin Oakenshield was lost in this brief clash of differences, but our timely arrival won the Battle of Five Armies, a revenge that saw our final revenge upon the line of Azog. We relished in the slaying of Bolg of the Misty Mountains, Azog's son in vain.''