Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           UnweariedthenwereDurin’sfolk

           Beneaththemountainsmusicwoke:

           Theharpersharped,theminstrelssang,

           Andatthegatesthetrumpetsrang.

           Theworldisgrey,themountainsold,

           Theforge’sfireisashen-cold

           Noharpiswrung,nohammerfalls:

           ThedarknessdwellsinDurin’shalls

           Theshadowliesuponhistomb

           InMoria,inKhazad-dum.

           Butstillthesunkenstarsappear

           IndarkandwindlessMirrormere;

           Therelieshiscrowninwaterdeep,

           TillDurinwakesagainfromsleep.

           "Ilikethat!"saidSam."Ishouldliketolearnit.InMoria,inKhazad-dum!Butitmakesthedarknessseemheavier,thinkingofallthoselamps.Aretherepilesofjewelsandgoldlyingaboutherestill?"

           Gimliwassilent.Havingsunghissonghewouldsaynomore.

           "Pilesofjewels?"saidGandalf."No.TheOrcshaveoftenplunderedMoria;thereisnothingleftintheupperhalls.Andsincethedwarvesfled,noonedarestoseektheshaftsandtreasuriesdowninthedeepplaces:theyaredrownedinwater-orinashadowoffear."

           "Thenwhatdothedwarveswanttocomebackfor?"askedSam.

           "Formithril,"answeredGandalf."ThewealthofMoriawasnotingoldandjewels,thetoysoftheDwarves;noriniron,theirservant.