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Beyond the Misty Mountains, we must set out,
On a quest for the treasure of centuries past!
At dawn we’ll depart, let the wild wind shout,
To find the ancient gold — our fate at last.
Under hammers’ ringing, in days forgotten long,
Dwarves toiled in burrows, hidden, deep, and strong.
Into their works they wove spells of sorcery,
Secret charms to give their crafts a mystic glory.
Elven lords and kings of men they equipped for war,
For grim battles, with armour fine, so rare.
In their mail they blended metal’s tempered might
With gems’ splendour — a sight both fierce and bright.
From starlight they wove necklaces, a shimmering sight,
Crowns like dragons’ crests, glowing with light.
Sun and moon’s combined glow in silver mail did play,
A vision to behold, to brighten any day.
For the dwarven treasure we must journey anew,
To the cold Misty Mountains, the quest to renew.
Where in secret caves and shadowy holes below,
Forgotten gold glimmers dimly, cold as snow.
Chased goblets lie beneath the dust of ages,
No wine sparkles in them under moonless pages.
Golden harps’ strings, now silent and still,
Have not heard a voice for a very long while.
Then a whirlwind swept down from the Northern Mountains’ height,
Setting pines ablaze like giant bonfires in the night.
Crimson flame, feeding on trunks, roared and wailed,
Engulfing Erebor, its fury unveiled.
People went mad with horror in the valley’s gloom,
Hearing bells clanging as if to doom.
In the dragon’s cruel flames they met their end,
Houses burnt to ash where once they’d mend.
The mountain smoked beneath the pale moon’s glare,
Dwarves tasted the curse, a fate to despair.
They fled the caves, running far away,
Leaving the dead beneath the dreadful Mountain’s sway.
Beyond the Misty Mountains we’ll travel afar,
For the dwarves’ treasure from ages gone by.
At dawn we’ll depart, as the wind may roar,
Our harps and hoards we’ll reclaim — forevermore!
