You know what I just realized?
We’ve seen every single race in Middle Earth in its prime.
Rivendell and Mirkwood for the elves
The Shire for the hobbits
Hell, even Isengard and Mordor for the orcs.
But the only race we haven’t seen is the dwarves.
Yes, we saw what, like five minutes of Erebor in the first Hobbit, but other than that?
Erebor in the next movies was in ruins. Rubble everywhere. Dead bodies. Abandoned. Empty.
And Moria? Gimli spent his whole life in Erebor and grew up with stories of the greatness of Moria, but when he got there, it was a tomb.
Dust, blood, bodies, stiff machines that haven’t been used for years now.
And you know what I want more than anything?
I want to see a dwarf kingdom with roaring fires. One that’s full of life. One that’s basked in warm light and echoing with laughter and halls that people run down and one that you can tell people live in and love and care about.
Not just lonely caves in a mountain that only carry memories of something great.
I want to see the greatness.
And I regret that we didn’t get a chance to.