Here Thorin, lay your Arcenstone, upon your breast
and let it lay there until the moutain falls
and may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after
In your tomb Thorin, lay your sword Orcrist,
never was it wielded by a mightier hand.
Did you see the Arcenstone?
It was like a gloom, with a thousand facetts
It shone like silver in the firelight
like water in the sun,
like snow under the stars,
like rain upon the moon
The adventure starts my friend off we go
Far away, Lonely Mountain its dark head in (a) torn cloud
This night was the worst, and then became pitchdark, so dark,
(that you can) see nothing.
Saruman come forth.
I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman of many colours.
Middle days are passing,
The nine have come forth again
A new power is rising,
the victory is at hand and there will be rich reward for thoser who aid it.
By night or day. Are we not both members of a high and ancient order (most
excellent in Middle Earth).
The friedship of Saruman and the power of Orthanc (can not be lightly thrown aside),
you have won a battle but not a war.
Will you have peace with me. And all the aid that my knowledge,
founded in long years can bring.
Good days, come back by night or day
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