As they one
by one made their way through the broken wood gate, they got to see the
devastation of the buildings within. The roofs on most of the buildings were no
longer there, and the towers of the actual keep were torn and worn by wind. “If
we want the slightest bit of shelter, we should stay in the keep, for it seems
there is still a roof on top of that.” Thorin said, and looked around. The
Citadel looped inwards on itself, as it sloped upwards, and the keep was
standing on the peak of the hill. Thorin took the lead, and Bifur and Bombur followed
in silence. Bofur, curious by the place they were standing, decided to walk
alongside Gandalf, albeit his legs had to step up to make up for their
differences in stature. “So how come you even knew of this castle then,
Gandalf? Is it some secret?” “No, no, it’s no such thing. It was through
hearsay. People witnessing a strange fog enveloping the whole field, making it
literally impossible to travel across.” The wizard smiled and chuckled a bit. “Oh,
I don’t believe we will be here for a long while. As we are headed to the keep
already, I will see if there are anything of value written anywhere. We can
already clearly see that the entire citadel is desolate, and something must
have caused it.”
