Thorin's gate

-Praise along the road-

How gracious are thy Halls, Thorin Oakenshield!
High in your father's valley, the throne of your youth awaits.
The arms of your lineage shelter its people in the mountains;
They give warmth and new strength to the sons of Durin.

Already the slender squirrel, the wildcat and the young aurochs, 
In their garments of milk and snow, roam free on thy slopes.
He who returns home hastens his pace
When he savors the sweet nearness of thy halls.

- Tell us then about your adventure my friend - inquired Aearandir

- I couldn't decide about my future before at least trying to experience what elves of the Guard told me about, so I took my grandfathers sword and shield, packed few things and took the road north. I wanted to see Edhelion that many here sing about.