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The boat arrived at the River Running, and suddenly in front of them was the Lonely Mountain.
It didn’t look particularly appealing. It seemed tall, distant, cruel, harsh.
And yet the Dwarves felt it calling them, and their hearts answered that call, beating faster at the sight.
“Is this real?” asked Fili, softly, because he didn’t want to break the spell.
The journey ahead of them was still long and dangerous, and Durin’s Day was fast approaching, but that sight was enough for Thorin to answer with a voice full of emotions: “Yes, it is real. We are going home.”