chapter 22 the dwarven court i love thee my children my people beneath the mountain each of you i treasure as a jewel i hide thee beneath the earth there ye shall be sheltered but woe who would thwart thee for i bequest to thee an axe for an arm smouldering coals for thine eyes an oaks thick bole for a leg thee shall be unmoving thy enemies will lay crushed as gravel beneath thy iron sole chorus of for the love of drll .