#mirrormere

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Tim Kirk

[hhimring]

Toads of Kheled-zaram

Early on in Balin's attempt to reclaim Moria, nothing has yet gone wrong. Ori, left to himself for a bit, reflects.

(100 words; Teens)

Ori crouched on the sward beside Mirrormere. Small pink cyclamens grew around his boots. Balin and the rest were investigating and had left him as a look-out. He had been as enthusiastic as anyone about their plans, wanting to lay eyes on the ancestral halls that the songs told of! Now he was fighting down misgivings.

Three toads hopped into the lake, ignoring him. Plop. Plop. Plop. He did not remember any songs mentioning toads... Had they already lived here in olden times? It was fanciful but he wondered whether the toads of Mirrormere had their own legends featuring dwarves.

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[laidback-thrills]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛… ⋆⁺₊❅.

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[valarinde]

“They stooped over the dark water. At first they could see nothing. Then slowly they saw the forms of the encircling mountains mirrored in a profound blue, and the peaks were like plumes of white flame above them; beyond there was a space of sky. There like jewels sunk in the deep shone glinting stars, though sunlight was in the sky above. Of their own stooping forms no shadow could be seen. ‘O Kheledzâram fair and wonderful!’ said Gimli. ‘There lies the Crown of Durin till he wakes.’”

— The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

[a-little-hobbit-hole]

Ginni finally made it to the other side of Moria, distracted with story quests and forgetting the epic. This is the most of Moria quests I have ever done and have found I really like the story of skipped zones (redhorn, flaming deeps, haven't done foundations yet but I never skip nud-melek). I don't think I like flaming deeps tho, I kept getting lost in there. I plan to finish up the quests, finish up the exploration deeds, and save the slayers for later ☺️ I also wanna run lothlorien and do the same there (quests and exploration, slayer later), then maybe pause for a time and backtrack on other deeds in other zones now that Ginni is 60

[bluedancingkittykat]

"He stopped and looked at Mirrormere, and saw a crown of stars appear."

i can't believe i never posted this??? i woke up from a "song of durin" haze 6 hours later with this made lol

the ones below are the other iterations. every couple years i restart drawing Mirrormere and this is the latest! apropos of nothing, mirrormere is a lake. Very much loved doing the colors on this one!! the third pic is without the water and lighting effects, and it's important to me that you see it in its full glory because each beam is a stroke of my pen, every fucking sun beam and is by far the part that took the longest

[bluehourskyeli]

They stooped over the dark water. At first they could see nothing. Then slowly they saw the forms of the encircling mountains mirrored in a profound blue, and the peaks were like plumes of white flame above them; beyond there was a space of sky. There like jewels sunk in the deep shone glinting stars, though sunlight was in the sky above. Of their own stooping forms no shadow could be seen.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

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 shadow 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 kind 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.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" - J.R.R. Tolkien