Too long darkness has reigned in Durin’s halls:
“The world is grey, the mountains old
The forge’s fire is ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Durin’s halls”
But no longer. After too long a slumber, instruments are coming off the business end of the bench:
The “Ancient Muse”
21 brass strings from G below middle C to high F
Cherry wood
