After the battle of Five Armies Kingdoms of Dale and Erebor were rebuilt once again. For many decades dwarves laboured in Erebor, and even if many skills and much knowledge were forgotten and lost to the dragonfire, they were growing stronger and mightier in their skills. Both Kingdoms prospered.
But peace and glories of their crafts weren't enough for some, and thus dwarves of the Lonely Mountain had sadness in their hearts.
In secret whispers started to spread; there wasn't enough space for all, Erebor wasn't simply enough, there were other riches to be found in the world. Moria was mentioned; the glory of their ancestors, Khazad-Dûm, was well remembered. At last dwarves were feeling strong and numerous enough to return to their ancient home.
Years passed and whispers became yearning, but dwarves still spoke with fear when Moria was mentioned; The Nameless Terror which, according to myths, still waited. For a thousand years had the Halls of Moria been empty after children of Durin fled - and for generations no dwarf had dared to enter the gate of Moria, except Thrór who was slain.
Balin had become restless, and at last he gave up to the whispers. In 2989 T.A, 48 years after the reclaiming of Erebor, Balin left and lead an expedition to colonize Khazad-Dûm. King Dáin mourned this decision, and didn't give him permission with a light heart, as Balin took Ori and Oin and a number of other dwarves with him.
Drawing ink & graphite pencil work. My aim is to illustrate Balins journey to Moria and what happened there during his reign.
First illustration to "Balin, Lord of Moria" -serie.