Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-25101690-20170602090801

This is my first serious attempt at poetry in maybe 10 years. I tried to adopt the metric and assonance of Tolkien's Eärendilinwë and Errantry. It turned out very different in the topic from the original.

 Great hill trolls of old, waiting in the night, Must fear the sun's great might lest they turn to stone. Many dwarves are roaming the land in search of gold, But those who are too bold will feed the trolls their bone. The few who succeed, nor fall to lurking orc, Will find thr troll's rich hoard of silver, gold, mithril. Now they can live like kings until they sink to grave. Soon orcs crawl from the cave, from the dead to steal.  
 * 1) written by Sinthorion
 * 2) title:Troll Gold
 * 3) types:eriador,blue_mountains,durins_folk,shire