The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

In the deep caves of Moria, a red carpet, clearly incongruous with its decorations, stretches across the floor...

Balin walked slowly down the red carpet, his gaze fixed on the dwarven-human alliance lined up on both sides. Seeing the encouragement and admiration in their eyes, Balin saw the marks of time on the dome of the Moria Cave! He saw the glory of the past!

"Click! Click!" The crisp sound of iron boots clattering on the red carpet echoed as Balin drifted into reverie. He walked aimlessly, his mind already wandering...

In the year 2763 of the Third Age, a dwarf was born on the Lonely Mountain. His father was named Fendin, and his brother was named Dwarin! They were both descendants of Ner'en II! Descendants of Durin!

He spent his childhood in Gushan.

In the year 2770 of the Third Age, Smaug, a giant dragon from the north, invaded Erebor! Erebor fell, and the last kingdom of the dwarves was destroyed! That year, Balin fled Erebor along with Thorin…

In the year 2799 of the Third Age, during the great Battle of Azanubiza, his father Fendin was killed! The defeated dwarves followed Thrain and Thorin into exile, and they settled in the Blue Mountains.

In the year 2841 of the Third Age, at the call of King Theraine, Balin, Dwarin, and others left the Blue Mountains, marking their first recapture of the Lonely Mountain!
In the year 2845 of the Third Age, they lost their king! At the same time, the dwarves lost their last Ring of Power, and this time their mission ended in failure!

The Third Age, 2941! April 26th! He first met a knight named Roland, who sought out Thorin to join the expedition because… they desperately needed money! In the days that followed, this army accompanied them on their journey! Until outside Rivendell… they lost Roland and his knightly order!

The year 2941 of the Third Age! October 19th! Bahrain will never forget that day! They returned to the Lonely Mountain!
He remembered! That day, Changhu Town was engulfed in flames!
He remembered! The black arrow that shot into the sky struck the evil dragon!

He remembered! The dragon finally bled, its mangled body falling into the ruins, its great revenge fulfilled! But he was not happy... because he saw the weeping eyes of the residents, their hateful gazes!

He remembered! The army of the Woodland Kingdom had arrived at the foot of Lonely Mountain; they had come to reclaim the white gem that once belonged to them…

He remembered! Lord Bard of the Vale was turned away by Thorin... Humans and elves have joined forces, and war is imminent!
He remembered! The brave thief Bilbo Baggins stole the Heart of Lonely Mountain to stop the war. But Thorin, cursed by the dragon and driven mad with greed, nearly killed him.

He remembered! The appearance of the Ironfoot Army and the entry of Ironfoot Dayne made the battle situation unpredictable, and the situation further deteriorated...

He remembered! That pale orc had used a giant earth serpent to carve a hole through the mountain! Orcs poured out of the Dolgodor Fortress in droves! Humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs clashed in a chaotic battle!

He remembered! The dwarves were retreating in disarray, the humans were retreating to Vale, and the elves were also suffering heavy casualties. At that moment, darkness fell...

He remembered! The resounding war horns echoed through the sky, the deafening clatter of hooves spurred them on! It was a torrent of steel! It was humanity's strongest fighting force! Orcs were trampled mercilessly! Casualties littered the battlefield! Their allies arrived! The man who called himself King Lagrange had kept his word; he led his troops into battle!
He remembered! The orcs of Gombad Fortress crossed Raven Ridge, and the battle situation became uncontrollable once again.

He remembered! That blue torrent on the battlefield! That neat square formation single-handedly held back the orc reinforcements, and none of them survived. Afterwards, he learned that these soldiers were called Swift Infantry!

He remembered! A man named Roland had agreed to his request with a grin!
He remembered! A man named Roland led an elite force that shared his joys and sorrows, and marched forward together!
The Third Age, 2942! June 1st! They successfully wiped out the remaining enemies, and he stood here! He remembered! He remembered! He remembered everything! He understood that it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, he knew the man's honesty, and he understood even more the help this man had given him! Behind the fallen Balrog's remains lay the blood and sweat of a dragon rider and his dragon! The exhaustion of a hero! The grievous wound of a dragon!

At this moment, the heavy sunlight could not penetrate the dark caves of Moria, but it shone into the heart of Bahrain!

Balin walked slowly, gazing at everyone on either side of the road, whether human or dwarf. Every face was filled with encouragement and smiles for the new king's coronation. In contrast, their armor was covered in scratches and patches, with dark purple bloodstains that were hard to tell whether they were from enemies or themselves. Their hands were rough, and their wounds were still bleeding.

Tears fell silently...

He understood the hardships and difficulties they had endured along the way. Whether it was Thorin gritting his teeth and squeezing out this army for himself, or Roland personally leading this massive force, they had fought their way through the Dark Forest! They had overcome the dangers of the Misty Mountains! They had fought bloody battles in the caves! Finally, today they all stood here, but some dwarves lay forever asleep underground, never to witness this glorious moment again…

The light from Moria's crystal chandelier seemed softer.

Closer! Closer! The throne that was once unattainable is now before us, and a group of people stand below it—Roland and his commanders.

"Congratulations, Bahrain!" Roland chuckled.

"Is all of this real?" Balin stared in a daze at Roland, who was holding a golden crown.

"Of course it's true! We've written a new history with our pens, and the entire story of Middle-earth will be rewritten because of us! We've changed the future!" Only Roland, who knew the future, sighed to himself. He was like a butterfly gently flapping its wings, but in the future, a typhoon would sweep through...

(Middle-earth: Gently??? Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about "gently"? You call that flapping wings? You call that creating a tornado!)
“Thorin is still alive, and Balin’s future will only be better. The dwarves’ strength has been enhanced, and the East and West have been connected… A sword that is not sharp and a horse that is too thin! Thorin, what can you use to fight me!” Roland sighed inwardly as he looked at Balin, whose beard was trembling with excitement.

“Come forward, Bahrain! Claim your glory…” Roland beckoned to Bahrain.

Bahrain walked over as if he had lost his soul...

"Hmm? Great! The height is perfect! You don't need to bend over anymore!" Roland gestured and teased.

"Hey! Are you mocking a dwarf's size?" Roland instantly destroyed the somewhat somber and solemn atmosphere.

"Balin! Descendant of Turin! Grandson of Farin! Son of Fendin! You fought in the Battle of Azanubiza! You fought in the Battle of the Five Armies! You led your troops to recapture the ancient dwarven capital of Caesardum! Your deeds will flow through the annals of history! The dwarven people will sing your praises! The world will remember your great achievements! I, Roland, King of Lagrange, witness your coronation! From this day forward, your name will be that of a king! The royal banner will fly high behind you! You will guard the throne and your people! You will swear to protect the unarmed under your rule! You will shelter every citizen afflicted by darkness! Your title will be sung in the dark caves and towering mountains—Balin I! Great Lord of Moria! King of Caesardum! Your Highness Balin! Congratulations!" Roland solemnly placed the crown, a symbol of power, upon Balin's head!
"Thank you! King Roland!" Balin's nose twitched, his eyes brimming with tears.

Bahrain will be crowned, and the great underground city will once again welcome a new king!