29 - Fili (05)

As the mood were slowly dropping, the younger dwarves decided to bring out their fiddles. "Let's play a song about our adventure to come." said Fili. It didn't take long before the instruments were out and with a deep tone the dwarves begun to sing.

Far from the mountains cold

Where rivers flow amongst fields of gold

With hills and dales across the plains

And a dreaded lack of gold.

There are no mountains to be found

No gems nor gold

No mines nor stones

No ancient halls with ale and song.

Far over the mountains cold

Where dragons sleep on hoards of gold

We travel to the dwarven home

To reclaim the golden hoard.

While the dragon still slumbers in the deep

While dwarven kin moves to its feet

To slay the dragon as it sleeps

To reclaim the halls in the deep.