Linglorel

“You want to build a WHAT!?” The voice was fierce, as it usually sounded, and loud, as it unusually sounded. And the smoldering glare that followed that voice was even more intimidating. But perhaps it was only natural that such a voice and such a glare should belong to such a Dwarf, despite his frail stature and long, grey beard. As he was none other than Frimgor, one of the richest Vault-Keepers in the Lonely Mountain! Also known by many other flattering titles like the “Mercantile Menace” and the “Gold-Tyrant”.

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...
 

"How will I find this jewel of mine?

Taken from me for some time

Here I stand in my pool of tears

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.

Nindis was sitting on a rather comfortable oak branch reaching and arching over the Bruinen. Water was rolling below her as the Sun's golden light fell on her tresses like a waterfall. There was birdsong in the trees. Wind was playing on the shining flowers, making colours dance on the earth. The World was young again.

Azaghâlbad’s log: 26th of ‘Afkalm

Aldamir. Lifestone. The Gift of Yavanna. The Green Jewel from the legends. The beginnings of this gem is a mystery even today. Who knows how much truth there is in the old tale from the Elder Days?