The Home of Aulë

Rising from the golden plains
A mountain rears into the sky

In my eye, no thing has ever looked so vast
Clouds swath her feet
Her hair gleams in the sun
A silver cap over cascading blue and grey
And deep purple robes
Ponderous and pregnant with mystery
Floating impossibly above the earth
A mirage on the indigo horizon

A road cuts through the land
Like a crack of dry lightning
It leads me to a mighty door
At the mountain's foot
Open wide and tall
Large to permit a thundercloud to enter
A lone dark elf peers timidly inside

Endless coridors dancing with light
Ceiling lost in a vaulted splendor
The music of hammers echoing

- Lothithil