The Earth sons

The men of dirt 

The Dwarves

Long beards

Long noses

The boots trod 

New roads

Their hands

Craft treasures

Their eyes

Pierce the dark

Their ears

Hear echoes whisper

Their voices

Roar “DURIN!”

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The Dwarves 

In caves they might be

They do not cower 

They wait and fortify

The make treasures 

Of gold and silver

And weapons

Of steel and iron

There are none to match their craft 

Even elves envy them

And men are there greatest customers 

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The bearded men 

The earth sons

The crafters

The engineers

The warriors

The Dwarves