Dwarves

A letter passes across the Uzbad’s desk on it’s way to the library of the Longbeards. It is written in the hand of his estranged brother, the scholar Thorvralin. He does not bother to read it.

16 - Bravery doesn’t depend on height, part 1

(this fragment of my story is dated approximately 1 year prior to current Bar-en-Acharn's doings and adventures)

Come, come, gather here 
Behold such a saddening tale 
Come, come, take your handkerchief 
It may keep you well.

It came upon the sunrise clear 
That sorrowful song of old 
From Elves bounded to the Earth 
To touch their harps of gold.

The Ranger find himself alone in the wood 
It's magic only forest spirits understood 
He lose himself hoping to find 
The peace of mind he left behind.

Then Linglorel spoke to her Dúnedain lord:
„No, don't draw your shining sword,
And, for our love, speak not a word
Until I charm the dragon, else may all be lost,
And of this quest our lives yet pay the cost.”

Now the Elf-maiden was his happiness
And Ranger rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the dragon's lair.
 
Till in the stillness of one dawn
Still in its mystic crown
The Elf-maiden she went down to the lair
And in the ice she's gone...
 
The Ranger came down to the lair
To call out to his dear
When there was no answer
He was overcome with fear...
 

The Lifescroll of Song is a compilation of folk songs and ballads compiled by minstrel Skarde from Dale, during the late reign of Eldarion, King of Gondor in IV Age. It details the common histories and legends from the Rhovanion, and is the source of history about that time. A original of the scroll was presented later to librarians from Pelargir. The copy was later taken to the great library of Erebor, and dwarven sages added some reliable parts.

That evening, as Celeborn and Galadriel feast with their guests, they discuss with Seregrían and Bosi as to what needs to be done prior to their departure. It is plain that Bosi is not pleased at the prospect of returning to Moria alone, for Seregrían is to travel south and away to some far doom.