Idavoll

Oakenshield

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Come the Golden Age
Two great halls under the Sun
Most wondrous of all things
Twelve great thrones to be with the One
Mighty seats of judgement
In the gilded hall

Build now great forges of fire
Hammer, tong and anvil
To forge all other tools
Work with metal, stone and wood
Vast hoards of gold
Golden houses rise

Upon their thrones of judgement,
Above the living earth,
Maggots finding life in flesh,
Will be granted their birth
Gaining the likeness of men
Knowledge and understanding
Dwelling deep inside the ground
Modsognir and Durin's kin

(The Sibyl's Prohepcy : 11-16)

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