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
Middle Earthen Scholar
A blog for those who want to see the creations of a Middle Earth scholar. I post stuff about the languages, the history, and other stuff about Middle Earth. Ask any questions you have about Middle Earth, I will answer them as well as I can.
Post Inspiration
Hello, it is i, Nuburi. I have a favor to ask, if you have any ideas, questions or anything else to do with LOTR, The Hobbit, Middle Earth etc, please leave a comment on a post and i will do an article on the subject, i need this because its not easy getting inspirational ideas for posts.
Nuburi Of Erebor
Monday, July 21, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
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)
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.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
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.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
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.
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.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
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.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Bilbos Last Song
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
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.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
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.
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