Kingdom Come

Weapons were my daily bread. I knew them, inside and out.
In the heat of the forge's fire or a raging battle.
I hoped my arms will be strong enough to fulfill my mission, to reclaim, what was stolen.
Gold and gems, treasures, they seemed so important to the well-being of my people.
People I will never rule again, never bring home.
Home.
They can have that now. Erebor can rise and thrive again.
But not for me... not for my sister-sons.
I have done much, but little that gives me peace now.
"Farewell, child of kindly West!"
Remember me.