"We're almost there. Nobody make a sound."
At the main gate of Lonely Mountain, Thorin walked at the front, leading the Dwarves as they quietly approached.
"I remember the way here. Follow me."
"Why is there a hole here?"
Halfway through leading them, Thorin suddenly frowned.
"It never appeared in my memories."
"Uh, I think I may have seen it before. Of course, somewhere else. Don't you think this hole's style looks a little familiar?"
One of the Dwarves brought it up.
"Li Wei?"
"We're going in!"
Without hesitation, Thorin drew his sword and charged ahead first, stepping into the great hall.
Rumble!
Faint sounds of collisions and strikes came from somewhere deeper inside, occasionally mixed with dragon roars and the sound of fire being breathed.
"No way, right?"
Someone vaguely guessed what was happening inside.
Listening to the commotion, the group moved closer again until an extremely out-of-place stone wall appeared before them.
"This isn't in my memories either."
Thorin slowly shook his head. "I remember this being the corridor leading to the cellars. There was never a wall here, let alone one this color."
"The same color as Li Wei's city walls," Bofur reminded them.
"Look at this puddle. Exactly two meters long and two meters wide. I can practically be certain who did this."
A Dwarf crouched beside the puddle and dipped a finger into it.
The water was crystal clear. Only the fountains made by the Elves could compare to it.
"There's another opening over there!"
Having found another passage, the Dwarves gave up searching elsewhere and gathered around the opening.
Someone poked his head through. The inside was pitch-black, with no light source at all. At the far end, he could vaguely make out what seemed to be some rubble.
"Should we go in?"
Thorin