Next to it lay a treasure without price, long mourned as lost for ever: the Elendilmir itself, the white star of Elvish crystal upon a fillet of mithril that had descended from Silmarien to Elendil, and had been taken by him as the token of royalty in the North Kingdom.
-
Unfinished Tales; The Diasaster of the Gladden Fields
On her finger was Nenya, the ring wrought of mithril, that bore a single white stone flickering like a frosty star.
-
Galadriel, RotK; The Grey Havens
[Gandalf looking at the text and symbols on Moria's door:] `They are wrought of ithildin that mirrors only starlight and moonlight, and sleeps until it is touched by one who speaks words now long forgotten in Middle-earth.'
(...)
'The Elves dearly loved [mithril], and among many uses they made of it ithildin, starmoon, which you saw upon the doors.'
-
FotR; A Journey in the Dark
'Mithril! All folk desired it. It could be beaten like copper, and polished like glass; and the Dwarves could make of it a metal, light and yet harder than tempered steel. Its beauty was like to that of common silver, but the beauty of mithril did not tarnish or grow dim.'
-
Gandalf, FotR; A Journey in the Dark