[ Maglor agrees and laughs softly, humming thoughtfully before picking out one that must have begun as a dwarf song, long ago, the rhythm of the hammer and pick ]
Hark! Now, the hammer blow, Strike! true, the pick and hoe, Lift the lantern, scan the dark Look for veins of gold. Deep! Go the shafts that run East of moon and West of sun Seek we now that truest gift Blood of mountains deep High! rise the pillared halls of Durin's kin in mountains tall Carved and forged by many hands Here the mithril sleeps!
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I, also.
[ Maglor agrees and laughs softly, humming thoughtfully before picking out one that must have begun as a dwarf song, long ago, the rhythm of the hammer and pick ]
Hark! Now, the hammer blow,
Strike! true, the pick and hoe,
Lift the lantern, scan the dark
Look for veins of gold.
Deep! Go the shafts that run
East of moon and West of sun
Seek we now that truest gift
Blood of mountains deep
High! rise the pillared halls
of Durin's kin in mountains tall
Carved and forged by many hands
Here the mithril sleeps!