Adalgrim Flambard (translation: Noble-Fierce-Flame-Battle-Axe) was a female dwarven champion who gave her life attempting to kill Vecna, who was at that time in the guise of Tragnord Uxthen, in a battle on the slopes of Bundashathor.
The following is a translation of a page found in Adalgrim Flambard's tomb:
...for a while the most mighty and longest free was Adalgrim of the woods.Now in the after days of Thangadrim and Berenhir in the highlands of Artanor ruled a numerous and hardy folk known from all the clans of ancient Khazadrim -- for his people were greatly diminished in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears. Hidden was his dwelling therafter from the vision of Vecna by the cunning magery of Pelias the Fay, and she wove spells that none but the children of Thangadrim might tread them without straying. Thus was the king guarded against all evils save treachery alone; his halls were builded in a deep cavern, vaulted immeasureable, that knew no other entrance than a rocky door, mighty, pillared with stone, and shadowed by the loftiest and most ancient trees in all the hoary forests of Artanor. A great stream was there that fared a dark and silent course in the deep woods, and this flowed wide and swift before that doorway, so that all who would enter that portal must first cross a bridge hung by the sons of Noldi across that water -- and narrow it was and strongly guarded. In no wise ill were those forest lands, although not utterly distant were the strange race of Men and few free-Khazad wandered.
A second page reads:
...and Noldi stood upon the bridge of Arangroth and declared his power and the spell was loosed that bound stone to stone, and the gates were thrown down, and the walls opened and the pits laid bare.
The final fragment:
...getting nought but wounds for his toil. Then was I wroth and said, "Thou has lied to my lord, O Hobgoblin, and art fitter to be a scullion than a huntsman, who canst not catch even the mice about my halls." Evil after wards were my days in Bundeshathor, for a scullion they made me, and unending labor I had in the hewing of wood and drawing of water, and in the menial service of that black, bloody abode. Often too were others tortured by the cats and other evil beasts in their company and when, as at happened at whiles, there was a Hobgtoblin-feast in those halls, they and I would be set to the roasting of birds and other meats upon spits before the mighty fires they set, until we swooned from the heat. Yet we were fortunate beyond all hope in being yet alive among those cruel foes of the Sindar and Khazadrim. Seldom got we food or sleep, and I was haggard and half-blind, wishing often that the [text garbled] had never been found, and alike those foul treasures had not been taken by the...