Another hang-over from the pre-release forums, in honor of the original Riddle Game Master, Brodomir!
So now, the first of (hopefully) many riddles to come:
Originally Posted by Brodomir
The world was young, the mountains green,
When first was wrought my silver sheen.
Though once I sat on Deathless head,
The brow on which I shone is dead.
The world's now grey, the mountains old,
And where I lie, the air is cold.
In clearest pool I do now rest,
'Til again I sit, on Durin's crest.
[SIZE="2"][CENTER][FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="Teal"][I]"On a blank leaf I scrawled: 'In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.' I did not and do not know why."[/I][/COLOR][/CENTER][/SIZE][/FONT][LEFT][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="1"]Argûlauth - Community Member since Fall 2003[/SIZE][/FONT][/LEFT]