One year the dwarves came with terrible news about the Oak of ages, they’d found that the deepest roots in their holds had begun to wither and die, the news was a shock to the elves but in truth they had already suspected that something wasn’t right. For a time now they had felt coldness within their breast, As if suddenly part of their innocence had been stripped away and never to return, though very few of them could have known how or why it happened.