Misty mountains- The Hobbit
-Part one: The unexpected party
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Far over the misty mountains cold
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To dungeons deep and caverns old
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We must away ere break of day
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To seek the pale enchanted gold.
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The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
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While hammers fell like ringing bells
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In places deep, where dark things sleep,
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In hollow halls beneath the fells.
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For ancient king and elvish lord
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There many a gleaming golden hoard
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They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
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To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
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On silver necklaces they strung
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The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
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The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
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They meshed the light of moon and sun.
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Far over the misty mountains cold
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To dungeons deep and caverns old
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We must away, ere the break of day,
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To claim our long-forgotten gold.
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Goblets they carved there for themselves
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And harps of gold; where no man delves
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There lay they long, and many a song
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Was sung unheard by men or elves.
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The pines were roaring on the height,
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The winds were moaning in the night.
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The fire was red, it flaming spread;
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The trees like torches blazed with light.
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The bells were ringing in the dale
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And men looked up with faces pale;
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Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire
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Laid low their towers and houses frail.
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The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
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The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
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They fled their hall to dying fall
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Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
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Far over the misty mountains grim
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To dungeons deep and caverns dim
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We must away, ere the break of day,
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To win our harps and gold from him!
-Part 2: Inside the mountain
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Under the mountain dark and tall
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The king has come unto his hall!
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His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
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And ever so his foes shall fall.
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The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
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The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
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The heart is bold that looks on gold;
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The dwarfs no more shall suffer wrong.
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The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
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While hammers fell like ringing bells
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In places deep, where dark things sleep,
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In hollow halls beneath the fells.
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On silver necklaces they strung
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The light of stars, on crowns they hung
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The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
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The melody of harps they wrung.
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The mountain throne once more is freed!
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O! wandering folk, the summons heed!
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Come haste! Come haste! across the waste!
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The king of friend and kin has need.
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Now call we over mountains cold,
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'Come back unto the caverns old'!
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Here at the Gates the king awaits,
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His hands are rich with gems and gold.
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The king is come unto his hall
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Under the Mountain dark and tall.
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The worm of dread is slain and dead,
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And ever so our foes shall fall!
Continued in The Fellowship of the Ring:
-Before departure: Merry and Pippin's journey-song
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Farewell we call to heart and hall!
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Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
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We must away ere break of day
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Far over wood and mountain tall.
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To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
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In glades beneath the misty fell,
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Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
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And whither then we cannot tell.
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With foes ahead, behind us dread,
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Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
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Until at last our toil be passed,
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Our journey done, our errand sped.
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We must away! We must away!
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We ride before the break of day!