There was no sign of the singing stopping as if the singer didn't need to pause for a sip of water or take a deep breath.
The voice grew clearer, and a thin mist began to rise in the forest.
The song was incredibly beautiful, like a petals drifting in the air of a valley.
The feeling was as graceful as a love that transcended the distance between life and death.
"Thurin..." the man warned again, "you know what it is, so please pretend you didn't hear anything."
"No!" Thurin opened his eyes and stood up, facing the man in the gray cloak, "I must go and see it."
"Yes, I must go and see it!"
Thurin turned around, feeling an itch in his heart like a feather that couldn't be scratched.
Although dwarves were usually dull to the sound of singing or music, this time he felt a strong urge to go and see them.
