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A Hobbits Nightmare...

In the halls of the Dwarven King, cold and dark like a hammers ring,
A voice resounds from out the dark: 'Hear me now, my lesson hark!'

Full five generations, long ago, we left the sun, came here below.
A love of metal, shining jewels, we did not know, we were such fools.

For others covet metal too and jewels attract those people who
Are willing to betray or steal to give their lives some small appeal.

So deeper dug our ringing picks, in effort to evade their tricks,
Deeper yet, and deeper still, down and down and down, until...

We reached a place where Men dare not, their puny Legends we forgot.
We laughed at stories told to scare. We came, we saw, we died... Beware!

For deep within these darkened halls, unfettered now by thick rock walls,
A stalker comes who knows no match. Teeth and claws, that rip and catch.

Blind panic made our bravest run, so rapidly the deed was done.
Now we remain but three or four, who sit in fear and watch the door.

No egress left, it blocked them all, fallen rock a solid wall,
That even Dwarven tools can't best, even a fool could guess the rest.

It picked us off, one after one, first Goldar, Halden, then Alyun,
Now I remain to write this text, no one else, so I am nex...

In the halls of the Dwarven King, cold and dark like a hammers ring,
A cry was heard, a desperate shout: 'Gimli! Gloin! Hey! Get me out!'


Elihion Longtoes
aka Paul Whitfield
15/6/04.