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FLAME OF UDÛN

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Deep beneath the Misty Mountains, where the Dwarves delved too greedily and too deep, something old woke in the dark. Shadow and flame. A demon of the ancient world, older than the Sun, it slept long under the roots of the mountain until the hammers of Durin’s folk broke its rest. For a thousand years after, the great halls of Khazad-dûm lay empty, and the Dwarves spoke of it only as Durin’s Bane.

Then the Fellowship came into the deep.

On a narrow bridge of stone over a chasm without bottom, a lone wanderer in grey turned to face it. Staff raised. Sword drawn. A servant of the Secret Fire standing against the fire of the Enemy, while the rest of the Company could only watch from the far side.

The bridge broke. Both fell. Down through fire and water, into the oldest dark beneath the world, they fought. Only one would rise again, and he would not come back grey.

Art by Rick Harrison (@hiddernroomart)

Black heavyweight Comfort Colors 1717 short sleeves, discharge ink by Grim Graphics.

Available for one week only.

Please allow 2-3 weeks for shipping after the sale window has closed.

Deep beneath the Misty Mountains, where the Dwarves delved too greedily and too deep, something old woke in the dark. Shadow and flame. A demon of the ancient world, older than the Sun, it slept long under the roots of the mountain until the hammers of Durin’s folk broke its rest. For a thousand years after, the great halls of Khazad-dûm lay empty, and the Dwarves spoke of it only as Durin’s Bane.

Then the Fellowship came into the deep.

On a narrow bridge of stone over a chasm without bottom, a lone wanderer in grey turned to face it. Staff raised. Sword drawn. A servant of the Secret Fire standing against the fire of the Enemy, while the rest of the Company could only watch from the far side.

The bridge broke. Both fell. Down through fire and water, into the oldest dark beneath the world, they fought. Only one would rise again, and he would not come back grey.

Art by Rick Harrison (@hiddernroomart)

Black heavyweight Comfort Colors 1717 short sleeves, discharge ink by Grim Graphics.

Available for one week only.

Please allow 2-3 weeks for shipping after the sale window has closed.

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