Heres A Challenge For YOU

I have tried making a journal of a young intelligent male dwarf named Andar who travels into Moria and dies in there, but I simply cant do it . So im going to call this a challenge to you the reader to write me a nice journal of lets say, 30 to 40 days in Moria? It has to make sense and be lore friendly and must be dated with the middle earth date and can  not be written in modern slang and street talk. The winner I will declare by name and feature there journal on this blog. If you are interested write it on a document then copy paste it into an email and email it to NuburiOfErebor@gmail.com, and please no spam emails just challenge writers. You have until the 10th of the 8th to send it in and on the 20th of the 8th ill announce the winner.


Nuburi Of Erebor

Role Playing

When im not doing other things to do with Middle Earth I can usually be found role playing in LOTRO.  I have even gone so far to create an entire character, here is his info about himself.

(I have also changed my name to Nuburi)

Nuburi

Physical Characteristics

Green eyes

Large nose

Slightly hard of hearing

Sometimes blurry eyesight

Physiological Characteristics

Learns Academic Skills Quicker than a normal dwarf

Has a nack for crafts

Short temper

Kind of heart

Hates In Life

Goblins

Liars

Mild Dislikes

Wood elves

Horses and ponies

The Race of men

Killing Dwarves

Taking orders

Suspicious of

Rangers

Southerners

Height

114 cm

Scars

A scar across his right arm

Pleasures

Reading

Scholary

Lore and history

 

Age

86 Man Years

 

Biography of life

I was born on the first of Moon of Good Health in 2933 of the Third Age

As a child I was a troublemaker, me and my brother Ruburi were respectable but suspicious of.

 

 

When I hit the young age of 15 I was apprenticed by my father to a local blacksmith named Limli Steelsmasher. He was a second father to me. I learnt respect and skill from that dwarf. I practiced my skill until the age of 75 when I was allowed to leave and explore the world. My brother was to explore as well, but in different direction and cause, his cause was to see the world and write songs about the things he witnessed.

 

 

On the day of me and my brothers leaving I was given a farewell at the gates by my parents and my close friends and family. A few tears were shed but only by the women.

 

 

I and my brother were to travel to the start of the old forest road and discuss where to go from there. When we got there I wanted to take the short and dangerous road through Mirkwood and my brother wanted to take the long safe way around. So we had a wager, I would go through Mirkwood and he would go round Mirkwood and the first to the other side of the road would win. So I said goodbye grabbed half the supplies and journeyed into Mirkwood.

 

 

I took the old forest road and tried to follow it the whole way but the road was old and overrun with foliage. Very soon I begun to feel lost and unsure, the air was filled with madness, it seeped into your mind and drove you crazy. My provisions were made to last a week or two for the trip to Rivendell. When my provisions ran out I had to be resourceful. I ended up killing a spider and eating its legs which I knew were not poisonous. So I had to eat this for six weeks, eating spider and hiding in logs, disgraceful.

 

 

Then on the sixth week and third day I went out to look for the path, by this time I was talking to myself, skipping around and singing to myself, ide gone mad. While I was skipping along I saw a limp body on top of a large crawler.

I went and tapped it on the shoulder, it moved. So I poked its face, it made a sound. I realised it was a dwarf, a dwarf with pointy ears, like an elf or hobbit. His skin was fairer than any dwarf. He then got up and tried to stab me with a knife, he yelled at me “Why did you kill her!”. I knew the blade as a blade of ancient make of my kin. This stirred memories of a time, a time where I didn’t eat spiders, didn’t sing and skip. This brought my sanity back, I could finally think clearly. I than realised I must help this poor soul, so I Chucked him in the back of me cart and rode off singing a song. We were heading to Rivendell.

 

 

On the way to Rivendell I met up with Ruburi, but he seemed a little injured so I put him in the cart next to the strange dwarf.

 

 

When we got to Rivendell I went to the closest healer and left the pointy eared dwarf and Ruburi there while I went to the inn, I ordered the biggest ale they had and sat down in the corner and pulled my green hood over my head so no one could see me. Five minutes later Ruburi came and sat across from me and his first words were “I win”. I grumbled an answer and handed the bag of coins promised over to him. We talked about the adventures we had on the way and shared laughs. Than Ruburi said “Strange dwarf, that one, got pointy ears like an elf and a body build of our kin.” “Aye he is, tried stabbing me with an ancient blade, I later examined it and it says in dwarvish Shomakhal, guardian” I said. My brother reacted “Aye that blade would only be given to a respectable dwarf for a blade of that would’ve been given by the king under the mountain! For a blade like that was given to traders and merchants who helped Erebor prosper.” Said Ruburi. “Exactly” I said.

 

 

The next day I went and checked on the dwarf, the healer said he could heal him but it will be hard for he was driven mad by a certain memory. I asked about the  pointy ears and the healer sucked in his lips and said that he was half elf, I gasped and said that’s disgusting! He said its true. I said “When I found him he jumped up and tried stabbing me yelling why did you kill her, does that make any sense to you?”

The healer said that he thinks a family member he loved dearly was murdered by something or someone.

 

 

The next day the dwarf woke and I had a conversation with him, I asked him his name Tanar. He said that his sister was killed, by a spider of Mirkwood. I told him where I was going and he asked if he could come along, I answered sure for he was a half dwarf.

 

 

When Tanar was mentally healed I, Tanar and Ruburi headed to Bree, on the way there, there was no problems.

 

When we got to Bree Ruburi left and went to another region of middle earth and I and Tanar have decided to become craftsman and adventurers and now the journey begins.

Gandalfs Fight With The Balrog and His Time of Death

Gandalf, fought the balrog on the bridge of Khazad-dûm, where he and the balrog fell. Gandalf broke the bridge which made the balrog fall, but the balrog whipped Gandalf and "Durins Bane" as the balrog was known fell with Gandalf into the abyss. Mid fall Gandalf caught up with Glamdring, his sword and got into a dive position forcing himself downwards. He caught up with the balrog and started to fight it. The balrog and Gandalf fought the way down and Gandalf got burnt. Then they landed in a underground lake which Gandalf later said was as cold as the tide of death and nearly froze his heart. There they fought until the balrog fled into the dark tunnels and Gandalf begun to pursue. The balrog led Gandalf to the spiralling endless stair, which Gandalf pursued the creature up until they came to Durin's Tower at the peak of the mountain Zirakzigil, where they fought until Gandalf threw down his enemy onto the side of the mountain breaking it partially and killing the balrog. Gandalf then says that darkness took him, meaning he died. But since he was not human he was sent back until he had complete his duties of helping destroy Sauron. Gandalf was then found by the eagle lord and taken to Lothlorien and nursed back to health. Then in Fangorn Forest Gimli, Legolas and Aragorn found him as Gandalf the White and thus the journey continued.

Smeagols Story

Sméagol, or Gollum as we all know him was actually not always like the way we see him in the movie, like this.

He was actually of a race of hobbits called stoorish hobbits, they lived by rivers and lakes and fished for a lot of their diet. They looked like this on the right, and on the left is Sméagol before the ring.

Gollum got his name from the gurgling noise made when he swallows, I predict that the gurgling is the cause of him and Deagol strangling for the ring and in the outcome Deagol died and Sméagol had permanent throat damage.

 

 

Gollum lived way past the natural life of his race, he was born in TA 2430 and died on March 25, 3019 TA, making him about 589 years old when he died, an extremely long time for a hobbit like creature. The ring was the cause of the long life, it brought the bearer long life, but made you addicted to it and crazy in a way.

Song Of Durin

The Song Of Durin is the song sung by Gimli in response to Sams comment on Moria calling it "Darksome holes" and doubting that dwarves lived their once, so in response he sung the Song Of Durin. The song cover sung by The Lonely Mountain Band can be found at the top of this post and the lyrics below.

 

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 shadows 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 king 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.



Bilbos Last Song

This is a poem that didn't appear in book nor movie, its a poem by Tolkien, it was given to his secretary, Joy Hill in 1968 after she discovered it in Tolkien's library. Joy is mentioned in the video on the top, which is the poem given to Joy and set to music by Donald Swann who was shown the poem after Tolkien's death in 1973 and liked it so much he set it to music. Under this writing is a picture of Joy and Tolkien. It should of been sung by Bilbo when he was leaving for the Undying Lands, at the Grey Haven but it was written after the book had been published and thus was not put into the book, but I do wonder why they didn't dig for this poem when they were making the movie, because it would add that hobbit singsong style at the end that would be amazing to finish the trilogy.

Hope you enjoy the poetry, I spent a day writing these up. Nubur was very impressed by the sights of faraway lands.

Poetry Of Middle Earth-By Nubur Of Erebor During His Adventures Over Middle Earth

            The Blacksmith

The blacksmith hammers metal,

The blacksmith makes sure metal is not brittle.

The blacksmith controls an element,

The element of earth.

If a blacksmith thinks it,

 It can be done.

The forge must be lit,

The blacksmith must be fit,

Or he can’t produce enough force.

And I say without boast,

That dwarfs more than most,

Can create works of art.

Nubur of Erebor

 

 

 

 

The Forest

Trees rustling,

Ferns bustling.

Birds in the distance tweet,

While very near a coney meets its mate under a tree.

All around there are trees ripe with food,

And then I pick an apple, and sit down to eat it with a jug of brewed mead.

I am a dwarf,

From the mountains of old,

Where the winter bites icy and cold,

So this forest is unlike most things I’ve seen.

It is green as ever,

It looks like heaven.

And Even in the winter its cosy and sweet.

Nubur of Erebor

 

     The Great Forge of Erebor

The great forge glows red and yellow,

It turns hard iron into something mellow.

A hundred smiths work it at a time,

While the heat is worse than being hit with a hammer.

Only a smith of respect may use the forge,

While every smith has to inspect their metal,

With a keen and focused eye.

My home towns forge dwarfs even the biggest among men,

When they see it they look in awe of the great forge of Erebor.

Nubur of Erebor

 

 

The Mountains

I am in my natural domain,

The mountains and caves,

 With not a man to be seen,

 Only my brothers and kin.

I explore and then when finished I camp in a cave,

I cook some beef and sometimes crave some pipe weed.

The snow is white but in the night it looks unnatural and evil.

When I find a town,

 I ask a local where I can find a smithy,

 And when I find them I ask them what needs to be done

And then I create,

Some amazing and great,

Things for the man.

But at the end of the day,

 I wish that I could stay here for ever longer.

Nubur of Erebor

 

 

 

The Shire

Rolling hills

Spinning mills,

Running rivers

May give you shivers,

But there’s not a more peaceful place.

Peaceful place

And a marketplace,

The size of a large castle.

Food for all from a market stall,

That sells the freshest food.

A hobbits favourite place,

Is by a river or lake,

With a fishing rod in his hand.

Then when finished, must go home for dinner,

For their catch is family favourite.

Farmers work in their fields,

While they wield their spades and scythes.

If there ever was a place I would want to die, it would be here with my friends.

Nubur of Erebor

 

 

 

The Wealth of Erebor

The wealth of Erebor is unmatched,

A whole castle full of gold, jewels and precious metals.

All races come from far around to gawk at the wealth of Erebor, elves, men and hobbits,

 come to look at the wealth of Erebor.

We craft amazing pieces of art,

Which add to the wealth of Erebor.

Rune stones, jewellery, armour and weapons,

All these would not be possible,

If not for Durins sons.

Nubur of Erebor

Hope you enjoy the account of the soldier, I wrote it in a day. Its expanding on Tolkiens work and Middle Earthen history.

An Account Of A Soldier Of Minis Tirith At The Battle Of Pelennor Fields

March – 14 – 15 – 3019

Account of Arathalion soldier and survivor of the battle of Pelennor Fields.

 

 

Legions of orcs marched in a steady beat kept by the trolls banging the drums, it sounded as if the walls of Minas Tirith were being shook from the underground.

Trolls were pushing massive attack towers that orcs were riding on so they could jump the walls. There armour was crudely made and there weapons were brutal and disgustingly shaped. The ground was hardened by this time by the beat of a thousand feet.

I could hear the roar of the orcs screaming in a tongue I have never heard. The gates were opened quickly so we could get Lord Denethors son Faramirs horse in, who was dragging Faramirs body slightly behind, we all thought he was dead.

It was around this time the enemy did the most disgusting and disrespectful thing that they could, they loosed the catapults, the stuff fired our fallen comrade’s heads. That angered me, I knew a lot of them they had gone to my school had trained with me and now they were dead. Next they started firing rocks at us from there catapults, the walls were crumbling the children were crying, babies held in dying mothers arms. Then over all the screaming you could hear Denethor yell “Abandon your posts, flea, flea for your lives!”.

Then the booming voice of Commander Gandalf came “Prepare for battle!”.

Then on his horse he went around yelling for the men to get back onto the walls and fight. Course everyone did as they were told and returned to their post. Then we started launching off our own defence trebuchets at the enemy. You could see they were dumb and wouldn’t move so some got flattened by the big bricks. We started firing back and forward between each other each taking toll on the forces.

 

Then these things like the stories of dragons I was told as a child arrived, them and there riders were dressed all in black, there sound was like death itself, screeching over and over. There were in total nine of these things rider and beast. The way they attacked was they would swoop down pick you up and drop you at a height, or just push you off your post and down you fell. Men ran and cowered behind things until these things left there area and went to another. People were freaking out and buildings were falling in. Then the towers got closer and the archers were ordered to aim for the trolls pushing the towers. Some towers got through and lowered their gates onto the wall and then the orcs on them would flood out and brutally kill and murder anything in front of them.

 

 

Then the enemy brought forward a big battering ram in the shape of a wolf with a fire in its mouth and eyes which gave it an eerie glow. There were at least fifty trolls manning the ram. They came at the main door with the ram, I was one of the ones who had to fight down by that door. When they broke through it looked as if Mordor had merged with Minas Tirith in a second or two. There were splintered wood everywhere. Then trolls broke through and the archers were ordered to volley at the trolls, killing most of them. Then a force of orcs broke through and ran at us savagely, I was there at the front line I now know that orc blood is black like there’s thoughts. I helped to take down a few of the trolls I still remember the wind in my ears when the troll swung at me. Gandalf started yelling “Retreat, retreat fall back to the second level!”. Then over the fighting I heard a horn. By this time I was nearly on the wall, I got up there just in time to see the riders of Rohan come over the hill as if they were a light in the darkness, a sun in the night, hope in the hopelessness. We were saved my first thought we are saved the Rohiirim are here. Even from my post I could recognise the man leading, King Théoden of Rohan.

 

 

Then the enemy turned around and got into ranks facing the Rohiriim. Then they started yelling and screaming as Théoden did. Then they all blew their horns and marched forward in organised form. The enemy volleyed there arrows in no sequencal order, but for every man and horse that went down three men were there to replace him. When they clashed with the enemy they trampled lots of them and then started slicing and spearing them.

 

 

Then out of the back of the battle big tusked beasts ridden by men blowing their horns emerged. They had big iron knifes sticking out of there tusks. Then the Rohiirim reformed their lines and charged at the tusked beasts with all their might. The beasts were not going down easily they were just chucking the Rohiriim out the way with their tusks and the men firing arrow after arrow into the horsemen. Then all of a sudden one beast lent to one side and then crashed into another one and then they both fell down dead. More and more of them started to fall after this.

 

Then another dragon rider thing swooped down and jumped into the heat of battle and attacked people. Then the first of the winged dragon things fell, dead beheaded by a warrior of Rohan.

 

 

Then into the heat of battle floats a mist, a mist I soon realise is actually an army of ghosts from an age long past. They were not killable. The ghosts kill so quickly and efficiently that they looked a bit like a deathly gas.

The ghost flock the city and kill all the enemy and leave my comrades and I alone. They destroy every orc, troll and beast that is seen in the city at the time.

 

 

After the battle, the ghosts all rally outside the gates and then they disappear into the air like nothing.

 

After the battle I walked around looking at the dead, men, women and even children had been butchered. When I saw a child that had been disembodied I thought of a thing I saw the orcs do, they threw a child up into the air alive, and then try and spear him on their pike the winner is the one who catches the child on the pike. Disgusting. After my grieving walk I went and started to help everyone pickup the dead and pile them in a neat pile then burn them, the enemy got defiled, heads torn off and put on pikes, spat on. The enemy survivors were lined up and executed on the spot. The rest were to be hunted down for sport and their heads held as trophies.

Introduction

Hello fellow Middle Earth fans, I am Nubur, I live in the dwarven city of Erebor. I am a master scribe, blacksmith and runecrafter. Questions are appreciated, ask away! I will post about interesting discoveries I make about Middle Earth and theories along with crafts I do that have to do with Middle Earth, like blacksmithing, woodworking and collaborations with my friends who are gem cutters.