Welcome to Eregion, land of craft and memory.
Long have our halls stood silent. Now they sing once more.
Do you seek lore, song, or steel, #? All are shaped by Elven hands here.
The shadows once claimed this land, but we endure.
We remember the fire of war... and the forging of rings.
The hammer rings again in Ost-in-Edhil.
Our forges burn bright, but our hearts burn brighter still.
The past is written in flame. We write the future in silver and light.
You tread sacred ground, #. Honor it with care.
Celebrimbor’s legacy lives on. We shall not repeat his folly.
Many fell when the shadow came. We rebuild in their name.
Do you come in peace, #? We no longer welcome deceit.
We do not forget Annatar’s lies… nor the beauty that was lost.
Our kin beyond the mountains have not seen our rebirth. Let them come and marvel.
The craft of Eregion was famed in all Arda. It shall be again.
We temper steel, not hearts—but beware, for both may strike.
The holly still grows strong along the Glanduin.
Even in ruin, Eregion endured. Now, in light, it shall flourish.
May your path be clear and your words true, #.
The west wind carries old songs... and new hope.
Mithril gleams beneath our feet, but wisdom shines brighter still.
In Eregion, memory is a forge. What we shape, shapes us in turn.