The Weight of Memories

In the halls of Moria, where darkness reigns

The memories of old, like shadows remain

The Fellowship gathers, with tales untold

Of the wars of old, and the secrets of old

The weight of memories, like chains we bear

The burden of the past, we cannot share

The shadows of our hearts, they whisper low

Of the perils that lie ahead, and the roads we must go

Gandalf's words echo, like a warning call

Of the treachery of Isildur, and the fall

Of the Last Alliance, and the wars of old

The price of victory, and the cost to be told

The weight of memories, like chains we bear

The burden of the past, we cannot share

The shadows of our hearts, they whisper low

Of the perils that lie ahead, and the roads we must go

In the silence of the mines, we hear the call

Of the ancient ones, who once stood tall

Their wisdom and courage, we must now recall

To face the darkness, and the shadows that enthrall

The weight of memories, like chains we bear

The burden of the past, we cannot share

The shadows of our hearts, they whisper low

Of the perils that lie ahead, and the roads we must go

As we depart, the memories remain

A reminder of the perils we must sustain

The weight of the past, we must now bear

To forge a new path, and banish the shadows there