“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).