Woodmere

"The Woodmere, she's a sacred, sacred place me son," Buck said in a hushed, reverential voice. "Properly we call it 

 Mírléþ, when speakin' our proper tongue. An' blessed am I that once I had the fortune to see it, and stand on it's shores. Twas a little more than twenty years back, when I was visitin' The Haft, where the lake be located, and fancied I'd go take a gander meself. Now, bein' and old man like I am, and stony of heart t' be sure, I find there be no shame in tellin' ye I found tears on my cheeks when I walked that shore. An' as the stars loved me that night, there was roight there on th' shore one o' the Druids of the Whitestag, and sure but didn't he bless and hands, me heart, and me head usin' water drawn straight up from the lake. One of the proudest moments of me life," Buck said, turning away quickly for a moment and subtly brushing his cheek.
"If seein' those waters, standin' at that lake, don't move yer heart something fierce, then there ain't a drop of Keledoni blood in yer veins," he said gruffly, regaining his composure.
"Tis near the border o' The Whitestag, ye see, and she recieves waters from that sacred wood. The spirits, they're strong there, under the woods and under th' water, and tales I've heard tell that deep inside the lake one can make one's way to the Land Behind iffn' one knows 'ow t' do so. But so sacred it is, me son, that no boat takes t' those waters and no fish kin be drawn from 'em, lest ye catch unawares one o' the Shinin' Ones from beyond. And since the old days when first Sothar kesGalen became our king tis without doubt those waters that makes ye a king or queen o' this land. And fer that, every monarch who'd fain sit th' throne needs go there and hold vigil throughout th' night, seeking consent n' blessin' for such an endeavor. And that's why th' Royal Titles of Keledon include Lord or Lady of the Woodmere, 'cause if y'ain't accepted there, y'ain't accepted nowhere."
"An' the lake, she lies in the territory of House Morym to be proper about it as they rule the 'Aft, but in truth it's in the holdins of House Aradin, their vassals, who run that part o' the Reach."