He began by beheading the King. No! Thrain, Thorin’s father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taking prisoner or killed. We did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death, were upon us. That is when, I saw him. The young Dwarf prince…facing down the pale Orc. He stood alone…against this terrible foe. His armor rent…wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. Azog the Defiler… learned that day… that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied… and drove the Orcs back. And our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast… nor song that night…for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself… there is one, who I could follow…there is one I could call King.