I find this fortress fair.
Himring, they call it, Ever-cold. And so it is now, its stark ungraceful walls squatting amid the snow, its brutally functional towers devoid of all ornamentation save the glittering frost. This is no city of luxury, but a harsh place in a harsh land.
Some would call it ugly, seeing only its lack of grace when compared to such realms as Doriath and Gondolin. Himring is not beautiful as these others are-- it was not made to be.
It can be described in one short word, a word also true of its strong-willed lord.
Protector.