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Post by Iluvatar on Jul 3, 2004 23:50:17 GMT -5
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and coverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The Dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hallow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung There many a gleaming golden hoard The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire The meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold: where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard my men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was read, it flaming spread: The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the Dale And men looked up with faces pale: The dragon's ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smokes beneath the moon; The Dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harp and gold from him!
Well with Bilbos help they did kill that darn Dragon and regain there Gold!
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Post by Aman on Jul 4, 2004 23:13:30 GMT -5
that was so beautiful!
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Post by Estrella on Jul 5, 2004 16:09:39 GMT -5
yes, that was wonderful!
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Post by Iluvatar on Jul 5, 2004 21:01:26 GMT -5
heh thanx guys. This just proves that it sometimes pays to be a collector of the songs & poetry of ME history! lol
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