["The Dwarves of Drnir's Forge was once a primitive people, carving out a meager existence among the natural caves of the Mithril Mountains. The hero-king Drnir challenged the very Gods by stealing the secret of fire from their greedy clutches. Such was the fury of the Gods that the Dwarves dared not venture out from their caves and tunnels for a thousand years, and fueled by the might of fire, they dug ever deeper, into the very roots of the earth. Even though Dwarves can now be found across the realms, they rarely interfere with the dealings of men and elves. And in the vaults of Drnir's forge, no elven song, nor human speech is ever heard - until now"]
A subterrene I pass the unseen Deep where the rivers Where dwellers lure
Further I To find the halls doubts in these forlorn Can I be
I was saved water, I walked through the flames Just to be delivered to dark embrace
Onwards and down I go and deepest gorge A fragile I will find down at Drnirs Forge
When astray A on my way by netherkind In battle a I find
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Drnirs
Holmlid]
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again we go, this time not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we at Drnir's Throne And so bound, to seek the Century Horn A fragile hope now will upon the mountain lords