Nyr's records

III. On Stouthammer Hall and the War of the Dwarves and Orcs

I have told of the skill of Nurvi Stouthammer, my ancestor, and the enmity between his three sons after his death. Yet I have not told you of who his three sons were and what they did to pass their time in Durin's realm of Khazad-Dûm.

A few moons away from Durin's Day in the year 1971 of the third age, a dwarf jewel-smith named Nurvi found a remarkable red gem in the depths of Khazad-Dûm. While this gem could have served as a great addition to Durin's hoard of precious stones, Nurvi took it for his own and had no intention of sharing it with anyone. He spent a full day polishing the stone until it was smooth and round. The red glow of the jewel was so vivid that it seemed as if fire lived within the stone - id-'ibinu urs mafangûn. Nurvi called it kurdû uslukh or Dragonheart.

On the Firethroat Meadery

O’ how I miss that sweet taste with every sip, that warm - nearly burning - feeling in yer throat and belly! No mead has ever tickled my fancy more than that dwarven brew my forefathers called Firethroat mead.