The king beneath the mountain,
The king of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains,
Shall come into his own.
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp will be restrung,
The halls will echo golden,
The songs of yore resung.
The woods shall wave on mountains,
And grass beneath the sun,
His wealth shall flow in fountains,
And the rivers golden run.
The bells shall ring in gladness,
At the mountain King's return,
But all shall fail in sadness,
And the lake will shine and burn.
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The Lonely Mountain [1]
FanfictionAmara, daughter of Lord Elrond, finds herself as the fifteenth member of the company of Thorin Oakenshield. A quest to reclaim a homeland leads her straight into her betrothed after being apart for 50 years. But, as they will come to find out, their...
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