Category: dwarves

To Men Morgoth feigned pity, if any would hearken to his messages, saying that their woes came only of their servitude to the rebel Noldor, but at the hands of the rightful Lord of Middle-earth they would get honour and a just reward of valour, if they would leave rebellion. But few men of the Three Houses of the Edain would give ear to him, not even were they brought to the torment of Angband. Therefore Morgoth pursued them with hatred; and he sent his messengers over the mountains.

It is told that at this time the Swarthy Men came first into Beleriand. Some were already secretly under the dominion of Morgoth, and came at his call; but not all, for the rumour of Beleriand, of its lands and waters, of its wars and riches, went now far and wide, and the wandering feet of Men were ever set westward in those days. These Men were short and broad, long and strong in the arm; their skins were swart or sallow, and their hair was dark as were their eyes. Their houses were many, and some had greater liking for the Dwarves of the mountains than for the Elves.

Now the tale turns to Mîm the Petty-dwarf. The Petty-dwarves are long out of mind, for Mîm was the last. Little was known of them even in days of old. The Nibin-nogrim the Elves of Beleriand called them long ago, but they did not love them; and the Petty- dwarves loved none but themselves. If they hated and feared the Orcs, they hated also the Eldar, and the Exiles most of all; for the Noldor, they said, had stolen their lands and their homes. Nargothrond was first found and its delving begun by the Petty-dwarves, long before Finrod Felagund came over the Sea.

They came, some said, of Dwarves that had been banished from the Dwarf-cities of the east in ancient days. Long before the return of Morgoth they had wandered westward. Being masterless and few in number, they found it hard to come by the ore of metals, and their smith-craft and store of weapons dwindled; and they took to lives of stealth, and became somewhat smaller in stature than their eastern kin, walking with bent shoulders and quick, furtive steps. Nonetheless, as all the Dwarf-kind, they were far stronger than their stature promised, and they could cling to life in great hardship. But now at last they had dwindled and died out of Middle-earth, all save Mîm and his two sons; and Mîm was old even in the reckoning of Dwarves, old and forgotten.

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 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.

‘For mithril,’ answered Gandalf. `The wealth of Moria was not in gold and jewels, the toys of the Dwarves; nor in iron, their servant. Such things they found here, it is true, especially iron; but they did not need to delve for them: all things that they desired they could obtain in traffic. For here alone in the world was found Moria-silver, or true-silver as some have called it: mithril is the Elvish name. The Dwarves have a name which they do not tell. Its worth was ten times that of gold, and now it is beyond price; for little is left above ground, and even the Orcs dare not delve here for it. The lodes lead away north towards Caradhras, and down to darkness. The Dwarves tell no tale; but even as mithril was the foundation of their wealth, so also it was their destruction: they delved too greedily and too deep, and disturbed that from which they fled, Durin’s Bane. Of what they brought to light the Orcs have gathered nearly all, and given it in tribute to Sauron, who covets it.


The Doors of Durin are the western gate of Moria, built in the Second Age during a time of friendship between the Elves of Hollin (Eregion in Sindarin) and the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm. This gate was built for the Elves of Hollin, since the main gates are in the East in the Dimrill Dale. The door blends into the rock wall, save for the mithril edging, called Ithildin, which can only be seen under starlight or moonlight. The anvil, crown, and bright star are the symbols of Durin. The stars are the Stars of

Fëanor. The trees are the “trees of the High Elves” referring to either Holly trees (Of Hollin), or the Two Trees of Valinor. The C and N in the top corners are the creator’s first initials. The writing on the door states in “Feanorian characters”, which would entail an older version of Tengwar; “Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Pedo mellon a Minno. Im Narvi hain echant. Celebrimbor o Eregion tethant. I thiw hin”. Which is Sindarin for “The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter. I, Narvi, made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs.”. Narvi was dwarven smith. Celebrimbor was a Noldor of Hollin who also crafted the Rings of Power (Not the One Ring). The gate remained open during times of peace, but Sauron’s first war on Middle Earth caused the gate to be closed. Hollin was entirely destroyed during the War of Elves and Sauron. Moria was abandoned because of the Balrog’s emergence. The door remained shut for most of the Third Age, It was referenced when the Dwarves who sought to reclaim Moria attempted to escape, upon exiting the door however Óin was slain by the Watcher In The Water, and the remainder were trapped and slain. The Fellowship of the Ring arrived at the door in an effort to bypass Saruman’s gaze by going through Moria. Gandalf initially forgot the password, but thanks to Merry’s hobbit curiosity regarding the riddle it was solved. The password to open the door is the Sindarin word for friend, “mellon”. The doors were blockaded with rubble by the Watcher In The Water following the Fellowship’s entrance.

“The Moon now shone upon the grey face of the rock; but they could see nothing else for a while. Then slowly on the surface where the wizard’s hands had passed, faint lines appeared, like slender veins of silver running in the stone. At first they were no more than pale gossamer-threads, so fine that they only twinkled fitfully where the Moon caught them, but steadily they grew broader and clearer, until their design could be guessed.” – Gandalf upon discovering the Door. Fellowship of the Ring, A Journey In The Dark


The Dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.


The Dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.



Don’t leave me here alone.