Ah of course it’s the “Back Door” in the lonely mountain that opens on sunset of Durin’s Day. From The Hobbit, of course.
“ There on the grey stone in the grass was an enormous thrush, nearly coal black, its pale yellow breast freckled dark spots. Crack! It had caught a snail and was knocking it on the stone. Crack! Crack! Suddenly Bilbo understood. […] Then suddenly when their hope was lowest a red ray of the sun escaped like a finger through a rent in the cloud. A gleam of light came straight through the opening into the bay and fell on the smooth rock-face. The old thrush, who had been watching from a high perch with beady eyes and head cocked on one side, gave a sudden trill. There was a loud attack. A flake of rock split from the wall and fell. A hole appeared suddenly about three feet from the ground.” (The Hobbit, On the Doorstep)
Riddles in the Dark
@Romeran : correct!
When first seen I appear like a hobbit wearing a ring, - When first seen it is hidden, even invisible.
With no marks on me, though I am a marked thing. - The door is marked by a rune on the Map.
I hold neither jewels, beer, nor star, - I was just trying to get a rhyme with jar.
But you’ll know what I am when you see I’m a jar. - As you spotted, a pun here: point is that a hidden door becomes visible the moment it begins to open, so a hidden door that is ajar is seen for what it is.
The instructions you need by day you won't see, - Instructions for opening are on the Map but in moon-letters.
But hark the sound of the snail, one, two, then three. - The thrush, indeed.
The floor is yours once again, Romeran.
When first seen I appear like a hobbit wearing a ring, - When first seen it is hidden, even invisible.
With no marks on me, though I am a marked thing. - The door is marked by a rune on the Map.
I hold neither jewels, beer, nor star, - I was just trying to get a rhyme with jar.
But you’ll know what I am when you see I’m a jar. - As you spotted, a pun here: point is that a hidden door becomes visible the moment it begins to open, so a hidden door that is ajar is seen for what it is.
The instructions you need by day you won't see, - Instructions for opening are on the Map but in moon-letters.
But hark the sound of the snail, one, two, then three. - The thrush, indeed.
The floor is yours once again, Romeran.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
<Edit: Blast I was distracted for two seconds!>
"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood..."
Since you got it but for a simul and I’ve already written (poorly) far too many of these riddles. I would like to concede the floor to @Sorceress who not only guessed it too but whose thrush comment led me to the conclusion.
Based on Romeran's last riddle, I would like to second his suggestion. [insert appropriate smilie so Romeran is not - too - offended]
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
You are far too kind my friends, but I will come up with a limerick all the same (because why have conventional poetic forms?)
Poetically, I'm called the Flammifer
But that needn't make you suffer
Look for me in the morning
For in the darkness I will take warning
And remember me in the songs of the troubadour
As ever, Middle-earth related
Poetically, I'm called the Flammifer
But that needn't make you suffer
Look for me in the morning
For in the darkness I will take warning
And remember me in the songs of the troubadour
As ever, Middle-earth related
"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood..."
Where now is gone my morning star?
Where now my sun? Its beams are fled.
Though at high noon it held afar
Its course above my humble head,
Yet gentle evening came, and then
It stoop'd from high to comfort me;
And I forgot its late disdain,
In transport living joyfully.
Where now my sun? Its beams are fled.
Though at high noon it held afar
Its course above my humble head,
Yet gentle evening came, and then
It stoop'd from high to comfort me;
And I forgot its late disdain,
In transport living joyfully.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Side door to the Lonely Mountain (Erebor)?
*Oh, sorry it has already been answered. My bad for not refreshing the page before...
So which one is the new riddle...
*Oh, sorry it has already been answered. My bad for not refreshing the page before...
So which one is the new riddle...
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
All three of you got it pretty much at the same time.
@Sorceress asked the next riddle and the rhyme i then posted is my answer - which, simply put is Earendil as the Morning Star, but googling Morning Star and Troubador got me the rhyme that i posted as an answer. (I really should not have done so because i am now way behind on my work but if i am right will spend the next few hours thinking of another riddle!)
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
I guess you got it right, buddy...
Shall await your next riddle then..
Shall await your next riddle then..
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
@Chrysophylax Dives, you got it! Limericks are hard to shove Legendarium into so in the end I suppose it was quite obvious. You're reign of terror begins again!
"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood..."
It is possible I only have one riddle in me; or at least, I need time to come up with another good one. So, after all my snorting at @Romeran for his feeble descriptive rhyme, here is my own feeble descriptive rhyme:
At the start of this story there are nine and seven,
Telling the tale of a line of succession,
Green that looks white, always minded like snow.
Forgetting not those who rest down below.
Not haunted these but a sign of our mortal fate.
At the end of the story there are now nine and eight.
(By the way, and utterly unrelated to this thread, @Sorceress, always on the look out for something to read I earlier bought some collected short stories of Blackwood, who I never read before. Just been reading one now as I put my daughter to sleep - real good writing, the hairs on my arms are still standing on end. @Everyone else: apologies for this digression.)
At the start of this story there are nine and seven,
Telling the tale of a line of succession,
Green that looks white, always minded like snow.
Forgetting not those who rest down below.
Not haunted these but a sign of our mortal fate.
At the end of the story there are now nine and eight.
(By the way, and utterly unrelated to this thread, @Sorceress, always on the look out for something to read I earlier bought some collected short stories of Blackwood, who I never read before. Just been reading one now as I put my daughter to sleep - real good writing, the hairs on my arms are still standing on end. @Everyone else: apologies for this digression.)
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
@Chrysophylax Dives, is the answer Barrowfield, where lie the dead kings of Rohan in their rows ? Green mounds dressed in white flowers ?
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Thank you. I liked that riddle. It inspired just the right measure of thinking and enjoyment. My own are either far too easy or far too difficult. But here we go again - Middle Earth related of course :
Bound in chains, still none can stand against me
Conceived in dark, dressed in sorcery.
Mighty am I that need droves to drive me
Both monster and weapon though I be.
Largest of my kind I am renowned for
Fire I endure unlike a tree.
I tried more than once to make an impact
In the end though, you will break, not me.
Bound in chains, still none can stand against me
Conceived in dark, dressed in sorcery.
Mighty am I that need droves to drive me
Both monster and weapon though I be.
Largest of my kind I am renowned for
Fire I endure unlike a tree.
I tried more than once to make an impact
In the end though, you will break, not me.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
Glaurung?
Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
I am sorry to say no, Aiks. Glaurung is a good guess, but not the answer I am looking for.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
Probably a bit to literal but it's not Morgoth is it? Obvious he was chained, he's considered the greatest of the Valar and was corrupted by seeking the void (dark). I guess he's not super renowned for fire and valar can't exactly be broken/defeated. Bit of a stretch, I suppose.
I'm afraid it is not Morgoth either. If it helps, the last line is once again, probably the most obvious clue. 
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
The One Ring of Sauron?
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
Angainor?
It was my thought too that it had to be Melkor, because he was chained. But it can be also the chains themselves, for they are unbreakable. I seek something descriptive, that I can connect. Any other form is too difficult for me to figure out in English. Let alone Dutch.
It was my thought too that it had to be Melkor, because he was chained. But it can be also the chains themselves, for they are unbreakable. I seek something descriptive, that I can connect. Any other form is too difficult for me to figure out in English. Let alone Dutch.
Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Grond?
'Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old.' TROTK
'Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old.' TROTK
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
The One Ring and the Great Chain Angainor were both heading closer in the right direction, for the answer was a something rather than a someone.
But @Drifa has caught me out yet again ! The answer is indeed Grond, the battering ram which assaulted Minas Tirith, named after the Hammer of Morgoth of old, and biggest of it's type ever built, in the shape of the monster wolf, Carcharoth.
"Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it. ... Upon its housing no fire would catch” “Thrice the great ram boomed. And suddenly upon the last stroke the Gate of Gondor broke.
From 'The Siege of Gondor; in ROTK
The floor is once again yours, o wise Dwarf

But @Drifa has caught me out yet again ! The answer is indeed Grond, the battering ram which assaulted Minas Tirith, named after the Hammer of Morgoth of old, and biggest of it's type ever built, in the shape of the monster wolf, Carcharoth.
"Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it. ... Upon its housing no fire would catch” “Thrice the great ram boomed. And suddenly upon the last stroke the Gate of Gondor broke.
From 'The Siege of Gondor; in ROTK
The floor is once again yours, o wise Dwarf
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.
Thanks, Ercassie! Here is a silly little riddle. I hope it is not too puzzling.
Good luck!
An odd number is of little help
for those who once were many
but are now removed away.
Heed my words if you please.
Those with weapons are sure to appease,
more so than those with authority.
Harmony does not come cheap.
So I heard, so I speak.
Who am I?
for those who once were many
but are now removed away.
Heed my words if you please.
Those with weapons are sure to appease,
more so than those with authority.
Harmony does not come cheap.
So I heard, so I speak.
Who am I?
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
Wild guess, but is this Treebeard?
Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
My wild guess: Thorin.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Ghost King of the Mountain
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
Cold, hot, cold. No, not the correct answers. Try again!
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
The Arkenstone?
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Vilya, Nenya and Narya the 3 Elven Rings.
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
The mayor of Esgaroth perhaps? 
Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
The Seven Rings of the Dwarves?
"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood..."
So I heard, so I speak
Not sure I have ever heard jewels and rings speaking.
Aiks has guessed line 6 of the riddle. Try again!
Not sure I have ever heard jewels and rings speaking.
Aiks has guessed line 6 of the riddle. Try again!
Thirteen Dwarves and One Hobbit that return to Erebor? Thorin's Company? 
Thirteen is an odd number, and it's a people with many that moved away towards the Ered Luin. The Compagny comes through Aradhrynd, Thranduil's Halls and then Esgaroth where they meet the mayor. Harmony not cheap can reference to Bard and the treasure inside Erebor and him they encouter too.
Thirteen is an odd number, and it's a people with many that moved away towards the Ered Luin. The Compagny comes through Aradhrynd, Thranduil's Halls and then Esgaroth where they meet the mayor. Harmony not cheap can reference to Bard and the treasure inside Erebor and him they encouter too.
Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Aiki wins for sure lol
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
Close, Aiks, but not the answer I am looking for. Hint: Who am I?
Drifa: Gandalf? More I cannot unravel really from it. The poem is pretty tough to guess from.
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Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Thorin Oakenshield
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
Bard the bowman.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Boromir?
Nay, nay, nay and nay. Aiks has guessed line 6 of the riddle. Try again!
Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Smaug?
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.
No, this is not a dragon or a hobbit speaking.
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
Sorry, then I will give up guessing now. I got no idea further what to think off.
Just call me Aiks or Aikári. Notify is off.
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Find me stuff in Gondolin.
And let us embark to Valinor!
Arghhh! i know.
it is the ancient raven who gives his reed to Thorin.
it is the ancient raven who gives his reed to Thorin.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Your own wisdom must decide your course; but thirteen is small remnant of the great folk of Durin that once dwelt here, and now are scattered far. If you will listen to my counsel, you will not trust the Master of the Lake-men, but rather him that shot the dragon with his bow. Bard is he, of the race of Dale, of the line of Girion; he is a grim man but true. We would see peace once more among dwarves and men and elves after the long desolation; but it may cost you dear in gold. I have spoken.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
And i still have not given your name, my good dwarf.
Roäc son of Carc
One flight on from the thrush!
Roäc son of Carc
One flight on from the thrush!
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Yes! After hearing from the old thrush (may his feathers never fall). The Gathering Of The Clouds, The Hobbit.
The floor is yours, @Chrysophylax Dives!
The floor is yours, @Chrysophylax Dives!
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
Congratulations @Chrysophylax Dives
Looking forward to further madness lol
Looking forward to further madness lol
“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south,”.