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@khazadweek day three | petty-dwarves ● courtship | mîm and zifir

Do you remember, my light, Nulukkizdîn in the days before? We were born in the moonlight, my jewel, in Nulukkizdîn’s halls. Do you remember, my heart, Nulukkizdîn delved by dwarven hands? We were young in the moonlight, my star, in Nulukkizdîn’s arms.

Have you forgotten, my flame, Nulukkizdîn before the elves were come? I saw you in the moonlight, my spark, under Nulukkizdîn’s eaves. Have you forgotten, my sweet, Nulukkizdîn when the world was young? I loved you in the moonlight, my gem, under Nulukkizdîn’s eyes.

Why can I not forget, my dear, Nulukkizdîn marred by elven tools? You washed me clean of blood, my mate, far from Nulukkizdîn’s streams. Why can I not forget, my wife, Nulukkizdîn where our hands were stained? You kissed away the blood, my love, far from Nulukkizdîn’s heart.

Will Nulukkizdîn die, Zifir, when I am set in silent stone? Our sons will never know, Zifir, of Nulukkizdîn’s depths. Will Nulukkizdîn die, Zifir, like you did in my arms that night? Our sons will never sing, Zifir, of Nulukkizdîn’s life.

O what am I, alone and small, without Nulukkizdîn’s hearths? Sharbhund is not enough, I fear, with Elves and Men to rule. O what am I, afraid and frail, without Nulukkizdîn’s strength? Sharbhund is not enough, I know; nor I, without your love.

— “Lament for Nulukkizdîn” by Mîm the Dwarf