Utin Haven

In Malimaren, in Utin Haven, no snows can reach the land.
Many lives are sheltered there,
Beneath its snowy hands.

A fortress in the frozen heights, above forests green,
Yet in it there are grasses yet,
And tree trunks tall and lean.

A saving sight for starving crews, a hopeful sight for all.
Where errands in the mountains meet,
And there no man shall fall.

In Utin Haven no lives shall be lost, nor any blood spilled,
For all who reach it will be glad,
And shall have their spirits filled.

For here it was that Utin stayed, escaping the great thief,
And is a place of joyfulness,
And from pain, relief.