"The quays were thronged with hurrying feet. Some began to sing snatches of old songs concerning the return of the King under the Mountain; that it was Thror's grandson not Thror himself that had come back did not bother them at all. Others took up the song and it rolled loud and high over the lake."
The King beneath the mountains
The King of carven stone
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own
His crown shall be upholden
His harp shall be restrung
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!
From The Hobbit Chapter X - A warm welcome - page 251
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