Of Dwarves and Men

There is a tale,
From old Romsdal,
About an event in the night.
When forces collided,
Realms no longer divided,
Under a full Moon’s light.

One were men,
So proud and tall,
Who hunted the hilly lands.
The others were dwarves,
So tough and fierce,
Who made great tools by hand.

The two groups met,
And over time they spent,
Learning of each others ways.
As men learned how to smelt,
And dwarves learned to skin pelt,
Over the coming days.

And as time did pass,
The bound would grow fast,
And their links arose.
The two groups became friends,
Blood brothers to the end,
To face any and all foes.