Mirrormere's Stars

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;

Silki will take up the roll of her forefathers as the king's personal guard, a roll long forgotten. Remembered will be the lost alliance betwix the skin changers and the line of Durin's folk. Great wings will unfurl in old secrets now only fire can tell.

But still the sunken stars appear in dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep.