Bard of the Rings - Rog, Lord of the House of Hammer and Wrath

Описание: Requested by ‪@StefanPiperac-o9w‬

Opted out of a video for this as there really isnt enough artwork for Rog, however I hope I gave him Justice.

Rog was the mighty Gnome-lord of the Hammer of Wrath, one of the heroic Houses of Gondolin in Tolkien’s earliest legendarium, The Book of Lost Tales. A blacksmith and warrior without equal, Rog was said to be the strongest of the Noldoli and among the greatest in valour.

“Who now shall fear the Balrogs for all their terror? … Come ye of the Hammer of Wrath and we will smite them for their evil.”
— Rog, The Fall of Gondolin

During the Fall of Gondolin, Rog led his warriors in a desperate stand against the Balrogs and Orcs that stormed the northern gate. Though vastly outnumbered, they fought with unmatched fury—slaying several Balrogs, a feat never before accomplished by Elves or Men. Surrounded and with no path of retreat, Rog and the folk of the Hammer of Wrath made their final charge, perishing to the last—but leaving behind a legacy of courage and defiance that echoed through Tolkien’s early mythos.

Lyrics -

From the forges deep beneath the stone,
Where Aulë’s fire was their own,
Rose Rog, the smith with iron eyes,
When Gondolin burned and filled the skies.
Balrogs came with whips of flame,
And all who saw them fled in shame—
All but those whose hearts still burned,
The Hammer of Wrath—who never turned!

Raise the hammer! Strike the flame!
We forge our path through Morgoth’s bane!
If doom shall fall, we’ll meet its breath—
Steel for steel, and death for death!
Let the anvils ring, let the shadows crash—
I am Rog, and we the House of Hammer and Wrath!

Through the northern gate they broke like storm,
Iron dragons, a fiery swarm—
But Rog stood tall, his voice a roar,
Like the mountain’s heart through the furnace floor.
“Stand fast!” he cried, “For we are fire!
No fear shall quench our burning ire!”
And sparks flew bright from every eye,
As the Stricken Anvil thundered by.

Raise the hammer! Strike the flame!
We forge our path through Morgoth’s bane!
If doom shall fall, we’ll meet its breath—
Steel for steel, and death for death!
Let the anvils ring, let the shadows crash—
I am Rog, and we the House of Hammer and Wrath!

Balrog by Balrog—down they bled,
As Rog strode forth through flame and dread!
The lowly smiths became the storm,
And broke the night in iron form!
Their fury rang from gate to plain,
They bought their deaths, but not in vain—
For from their stand the world would know,
Even the fallen can strike a blow.

Raise the hammer! Strike the flame!
And all who saw them fled in shame—
All but those whose hearts still burned,
The Hammer of Wrath—who never turned!

Raise the hammer! Strike the flame!
We forge our path through Morgoth’s bane!
If doom shall fall, we’ll meet its breath—
Steel for steel, and death for death!
Let the anvils ring, let the shadows crash—
I am Rog, and we the House of Hammer and Wrath!

Through ruin, smoke, and choking breath—
we taught the world to defy your death.
From a smith’s small spark to a battle’s roar—
The Hammer of Wrath shall ring evermore!

Artwork adapted from

"Rog" by Natalie Chen