Pre-ruin: I'd have to go with the early days of Khazad-dum. Hard workin', hard drinkin' days, belting out great songs in a deep baratone loud enough to shake the very rocks! Making weapons, armor and jewelery both beautiful and wicked. Ah! Now that's the life!
Post-ruin: After all those years indoors, it's time to get some fresh air. I'd build a house right next door to Tom Bombadil (I wouldn't want to cramp his style.
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"Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea?" Feanor at Tirion upon Tuna
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