This latest film follows the Fellowship as they leave Rivendell and head into the depths of Moria. Other installments in The Path of the Fellowship: Part 1, The Shire to Bree Town http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sa_DnRUKdhM Part 2, The Road to Rivendell http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YmnH34MAOE This video features the song "Durin's Awakening" Lyrics by JRR Tolkien Music written and performed by The Lonely Mountain Band From their album, "Beyond the Western Seas." Available NOW! on iTunes, Amazon, and the band's website, http://www.minstrelsongs.com http://www.lonelymountainband.com http://www.youtube.com/user/LonelyMountainBand This song was originally told by Gimli to his fellows as they lay "huddled close together in a corner to escape the draught" in Moria's 21st Hall. " 'There must have been a mighty crowd of dwarves here at one time,' said Sam; 'and every one of them busier than badgers for five hundred years to make all this, and most in hard rock too! What did they do it all for? They didn't live in these darksome holes surely?' 'These are not holes,' said Gimli. 'This is the great realm and city of the Dwarrowdelf. And of old it was not darksome, but full of light and splendour, as is still remembered in our songs.' He rose and standing in the dark he began to chant in a deep voice, while the echoes ran away into the room. The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his head. The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall Of mighty Kings in Nargothrond And Gondolin, who now beyond The Western Seas have passed away: The world was fair in Durin's Day. A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of stone With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hewn Undimmed by cloud or shade of night There shown forever far and bright. There hammer on the anvil smote, There chisel clove, and graver wrote; There forged was blade and bound was hilt; The delver mined the mason built. There beryl, pearl, and opal pale And metel wrought like fishes' mail, Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, And shining spears were laid in horde. Unwearied then were Durin's folk; Beneath the mountains music woke: The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, And at the gates the trumpets rang. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls; The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dûm. But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. " (JRR Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring) This video filmed in The Lord of the Rings Online, http://www.lotro.com/ For more Lunna fun, visit me on my blog at: http://my.lotro.com/einarr/