With ore and stone, the mountains bring up from the deeps. The hard veins of the earth make clubs look hallow.
By forge and anvil, we craft for thy king, for thy lord and for thy neighbour. From the vast plains of Rohan to the Lonely Mountain's Peak, no work surpasses those of old. Mithril, though lovely you gloom and reflect the light as a mirror where ever you roam.
Among elves and dwarves and even men, no work surpasses those of old. No work surpasses those of old.
By forge and anvil, we craft for thy king, for thy lord and for thy neighbour. From the vast plains of Rohan to the Lonely Mountain's Peak, no work surpasses those of old. Mithril, though lovely you gloom and reflect the light as a mirror where ever you roam.
Silver and gold is soft, copper may be polished like glass. Iron and Steel lies unbending but can't withstand the test of time. Only mithril and the metals from the deep depths can surpass the test of time.
