Thorin King Under The Mountain

Alas no more shall rule this domain

We brethren must go on without him

And ensure his death was not in vain

In sleep eternal he will rest

With the Arkenstone upon his breast

Which evermore shall emit it's light

To banish the darkness of unending night

And on his tomb is Orcrist laid

An Elven blade forged in Elder Days

To warn of foes and roving orcs

And ward off all evil from Erebor

How shall we remember our fallen friend

Who conquered Dragon Sickness in the end

A warrior leader a proud flawed king

A worthy descendent of mighty Durin