Thorin! King Under The Mountain Alas no more shall rule this domain We brethren must go on without him And ensure his death was not in vain In sleep eternal he will rest With the Arkenstone upon his breast Which evermore shall emit its light To banish the darkness of unending night And on his tomb is Orcrist laid An Elven blade forged in Elder Days To warn of foes and roving orcs And ward off all evil from Erebor How shall we remember our fallen friend Who conquered Dragon Sickness in the end? A warrior, leader, a proud flawed king? A worthy descendent of mighty Durin!
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