“And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?”

(FotR, Farewell to Lorien)

Three Strands of Golden Hair

A bold dream, this was.

One strand of her golden hair.

She would laugh, no doubt.

~*~

She did not mock him.

Three strands of her golden hair

Rest now by his heart.

~*~

Khazâd ai-mênu!

In paths of death and darkness

Her gift kept him warm.

~*~

Set sail, Master Dwarf!

Set sail to the West, Elf-friend,

Where her gold head rests.

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Khazâd ai-mênu! : The Dwarves are upon you! (Dwarvish war-cry).