Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-29212138-20170530020146


 * 1) The dwarves of Durin's Folk and even the Blue Mountains never forgot the ancient halls of Moria
 * 1) title:The Song of Durin
 * 1) types:durins_folk, blue_mountains
 * The world was young, the mountains green,
 * No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
 * No words were laid on stream or stone
 * When Durin woke and walked alone.
 * He named the nameless hills and dells;
 * He drank from yet untasted wells;
 * He stooped and looked in Mirrormere;
 * And saw a crown of stars appear,
 * As gems upon a silver thread,
 * Above the shadows of his head.
 * The world was fair, the mountains tall,
 * In Elder Days before the fall
 * Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
 * And Gondolin, who now beyond
 * The Western Seas have passed away:
 * The world was fair in Durin's Day
 * A king he was on carven throne
 * In many-pillared halls of stone
 * With golden roof and silver floor,
 * And runes of power upon the door.
 * The light of sun and star and moon
 * In shining lamps of crystal hewn
 * Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
 * There shone for ever fair and bright.
 * There hammer on the anvil smote,
 * There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
 * There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
 * The delver mined, the mason built.
 * There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
 * And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
 * Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
 * And shining spears were laid in hoard.
 * Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
 * Beneath the mountains music woke:
 * The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
 * And at the gates the trumpets rang.
 * The world is grey, the mountains old,
 * The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
 * No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
 * The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
 * The shadow lies upon his tomb
 * In Moria, in Khazad-Dûm.
 * But still the sunken stars appear
 * In dark and windless Mirrormere;
 * There lies his crown in water deep,
 * Till Durin wakes again from sleep. 