The years lengthened. The embers in the heart of Thorin Oakenshield grew hot again, as he brooded upon the wrongs of his House and and the vengeance upon the Dragon which he had inherited. He thought of weapons and armies and alliances, as his great hammer rang in the forge; but the armies were dispersed and the alliances were broken and the axes of his people were few; and a great anger without hope burned him as he smote the red iron upon the anvil. {for lexy)