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THORIN OAKENSHIELD | The Burden of the Crown | Tolkien’s World in Songs

A tragic medieval ballad telling the story of Thorin Oakenshield — a king in exile, driven by pride, loss, and the longing for home. This song follows his journey from noble purpose to inner darkness, and finally to redemption through sacrifice. Part of Tolkien’s World in Songs, a fan-made musical retelling of Middle-earth inspired by the works of J.R.R. Tolkien. Lyrics: In the chronicles of stone, of fire and of salt, The story is told of a kingdom’s dark halt. Young Thorin stood high in the halls made of gold, Before the great fire of the dragon unrolled. Erebor burned and the people were scattered, With dreams of an empire all broken and shattered. He wandered the wild without throne, without home, Under the stars and the grey mountain dome. Before Moria’s gates, in the thunder of war, He lost his own shield as he’d done once before. He took up an oak branch, with fingers of steel, To make the great Orc-host to tremble and kneel. "Oakenshield!" cried his kin in the fray, As he earned his great name on that terrible day. Heir of old Durin, with will made of stone, Seeking the path to his ancestors' throne. Thorin! The King who refused to give in! Fighting the gold-lust that festers within! Lord of the Mountain, with beard made of frost, Seeking to win back the glory they lost. For the honor! For the hearth and the hall! The sons of the Durin shall answer the call! He came to the Mountain with twelve at his side, Through shadows and darkness and mountains of pride. But gold is a poison that withers the soul, And the dragon’s dark sickness took heavy control. He barred the stone doors and he turned from his friends, In the hollow of greed where the sanity ends. He forgot every promise, he forgot every vow, With a crown of the shadow upon his pale brow. But the thunder arrived! Five armies in fight! The evil was marching through winter and night! "To me! To me!" cried the King as he woke, Breaking the spell and the dragon’s dark yoke. He charged like the sun through the clouds in the sky, Ready to conquer and ready to die. He fought like a god on the ice and the blood, While the life of the King ebbed away in the flood. "Farewell, master Burglar," he whispered his breath, Finding his peace in the silence of death. "If the world valued peace more than silver and gold, It would be a far merrier place to behold." The King has returned... to the stone and the deep. The Arkenstone watches the King in his sleep. Thorin Oakenshield... rest in the light. #lotr #lordoftherings #tolkien #middleearth #thorinoakenshield #sauron #thehuntofgollum #thorin