By Durin, you have lost your ax.
By Durin, you have lost your axe.
To battle, sons of Durin!
To battle, to battle, sons of Durin!
Thank Durin, you're alive.
Balin! Kili! Balin: Thank Durin, you're alive!
Balin! Kili! Thank Durin, you're alive!
We are sons of Durin… and Durin's folk.
You are the heir to the Throne of Durin.
And Durin's Folk… do not flee from a fight.
Óin(T.A. 2238- 2488), son of Glóin, was a King of Durin's folk.