Here lies Balin, son of Fundin,
Lord in Moria, by right of Durin.
There he was crowned with courage forth,
far and deep down, in Moria lost.
To reclaim wealth and titles within,
boldly he came with all his kin.
To rekindle the hearth in that great hold,
a master of word and a father of old.
In olden halls with pillars strong,
through carven doors and runes in stone...
He met his end by light of moon,
in Mirrormere, in Khazad-dûm.
A veil now falls upon his tomb,
Starlight gathered to the end of gloom;
The white curtain may it never wane,
and may harps sing there once again.
...beside his tomb was Ori
scribe of the Mazarbul,
for lost tales should be retold
in the language of Khuzdul.
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A poem of Balin and Moria
PoetryA poem about Balin's expedition to Moria and his subsequent death.