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Thorin son of Thrain exiled king, did not heed.
The lessons of Durin aristocracy.
On a shield of Oak he bore the promise
of Dwarven autonomy.

Long the years, since his valor,
Echoed halls, of Khazad-Dum
Fervent drive, for the Arkenstone,
shall lead his kinfolk, to their tomb.

Thorin son of Thrain exiled king, did not heed.
The lessons of Durin aristocracy.
On a shield of Oak he bore the promise
of Dwarven autonomy.

Long the years, since his valor,
Echoed halls, of Khazad-Dum
Fervent drive, for the Arkenstone,
shall lead his kinfolk, to their tomb.
The Golden Drake, with help defeated.
Thorin sat, upon his throne.
The king again, had made concessions.
To hold his, precious Arkenstone.

As, the battle, of five, armies
boiled, middle earth, into, a roar.
Brave, the children, of Lord, Durin
proved, themselves then, to be, once more.

Mortally, wounded king, hero's eyes, darkening.
Mighty Beorn, from the pitch, of battle, stole Thorin
Final breath, “friend” he spoke, breaking through, goblin horde.
Bilbo Bold, gifted back, Oakenshield, Arkenstone.

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