To win our harps and gold from him!As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves. The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom. The trees like torches blazed with light, They shaped and wrought, and light they caught And suddenly first one and then another began to sing as they played, deep-throated singing of the dwarves in the deep places of their ancient homes. The dark filled all the room, and the fire died down, and the shadows were lost, and still they played on. was a beautiful golden harp, and when Thorin struck it the music began all at once, so sudden and sweet that Bilbo forgot everything else, and was swept away into dark lands under strange moons, far over The Water and very far from his hobbit-hole under The Hill. Description: A song of returning to Erebor, sung by the Dwarves of Thorin Oakenshield's company when they first visited Bilbo at home: Thorin's harp.
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