OOC Note: Yet another ballad, which I think is a fitting representation of folklore, which can survive for long in form of songs or poems, if its shared throughout generations by say only. This one is amidst the newer ones, but even so I think it deserves its place here, as dwarves are sturdy and hard-headed, they don’t forget, and when truly wronged, its hard to attain their pardon.
Title: Dwarven Stand (Second War)
Author: Kuz’gan Hammershine (Made by recount of various witnesses of these times)
Race: Bronzebeard Dwarves
Hey ho, Hey ho, sounds through the hills of snow.
Hey ho, Hey ho, echoes through the halls of stone.
Hey ho, Hey ho, passes dwarven country.
Hey ho, Hey ho, sung when ovens be sultry.
“Come my brothers, come my brethren.
Our dearest home faces danger again.
Horde of savages, marches on borders.
That cruel orcs, that cruel hoarders!”
“Blast the furnace, light the fires!
Tell the army, tell the criers.
Coming are foes, to bring our doom.
Coming are orcs, coming are soon!”
Furnaces roared and pyres burnt.
Soldier rallied, criers were blunt.
Green folk came, to dwarven lands.
Against them, dwarves joined hands.
Smiths smote, forges were hot.
For nights worked, the dwarven lot.
Blades were sharpened, hilts were set.
Steel was cooled with dwarven sweat.
After days the orcs came claim.
Mountains veiled, in smoke of flame.
Dwarves, even gnomes, clashed the foes.
So charged the orcs, the dwarven rows.
Battled the Earth the swarm of Green.
But foe like that, they never seen.
Snowy plains were painted red.
Back to Forge dwarfs have fled.
Came the greens to knock on gates.
Pummeling, putting in their weights.
The doors stood still, not moved an inch.
Orcs unable, to find single breach.
Many days passed for Forge folk.
Suffered children, suffered old.
Many weeks passed, till help came sound.
In peril, dwarven lot they’ve found.
Poor was stay, in city of dwarves.
But coming of Alliance orc plans thwarts!
Attacked the lion, fought the orcs.
Both ignored, the dwarven force.
Suddenly! Rang the horns, the gates open up.
Dwarves charge out, and fight the lump.
Blue and Red, mixed in fray.
It came time, for orcs to pay.
Smashed skulls, maimed knees,
For dwarves still, but small fees!
Down the cliffs on backs of rams.
Hurried orcs from path of their exclaims!
“Come brazen orc, show whatchya got!
Come now green shank, meet our lot!”
“For Khaz Modan!”, the dwarves have roared.
And to air came ax, hammer and sword.
Mauled the hammers, cut the axes,
Pierced the swords and Horde collapses.
The green ran, far beyond hills.
The dwarven land now laughter fills:
Hey ho, Hey ho, Sounds through the hills of snow.
Hey ho, Hey ho, echoes through the halls of stone.
Hey ho, Hey ho, passes dwarven country.
Hey ho, Hey ho, sung when ovens be sultry.