Gimli:
 Hammer on anvil smote 
 In high halls of stone 
 When [bad word] with judgement wise
 On carven throne.
 Gleaming the vaulted roof
 From pure basalt grown.
 Here swords were made of dreadful power
 That ere was never found 

 Gimli/Gandalf:
 Gone,lost, mourn, despair
 Grieve for the realm that once was there.
 Gone, lost, mourn, lament 
 The end of the glory none could prevent.