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Truly Oin did have a song to sing, for he wished to hold his race's own in this fair Inn:
As the Eldar have a sad story to tell
And Men speak of danger and foe
So the Dwarves have a song to sing,
It also is filled with woe
When the Fathers awoke
In the Depths of Time
They were not wholly
Devoid of Rhyme
We Dwarves sing too,
Though our voices pale
In comparison with
The hearty or hale
We may have rough tongues
And sing of rough themes
But of tales and of songs
We have more than few reams
Though it seemeth I babble,
I tell you, we sorrow
For long-gone caverns
And for what cometh tomorrow
A Ballad I quote,
Of the Dwarves and their singings
For our proud race
Does have some sore longings
We held our own
In the war of the Finding
In the fights with Evil
Against its binding
The losses were hard
And the Dwarves shall remember
The days of the War,
The days of the Finder
For in those days
A friendship did spring
Between the Elf and the Dwarf
And our hearts did ring
Our troubles are soon ended
In these days of peace
Where justice is served
To even the least
As Oin finished, he noticed several people moved by his song. He himself had not known he could bring all of the Dwarves views out in the open in such a deep, completely true telling.
His cousin Gimli had written this song a while back, telling of the friendship that had sprung between him and Legolas. Truly, he could not tell it like his relative, but the song told of more than simple singing. It told of peace and happiness to come.
Oin knew he was not a bard, and seldom do Dwarves become bards, but it was actually quite fun singing that song.
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