“Dwarrowdelf” is written by surface dwellers about the mysterious dwarves.

The land was young, the world was new
Lit only by the silver dew
When dwarves there came to clean the stain
Of fallen gods and dragons slain

With dragon blood they filled the seas
And took the bones and buried these
The gods that died were piled high
As pillars for the starless sky

They dug into the fallen king
And set about dismantling
The body cold, the motherlode
And from the king was built the road

The sparks from dwarven hammer fall
Became the stars in heaven’s hall
By dwarven brawn, before the dawn
The road when ever on and on

Be they busily building still
On mountain top or under hill
Or be they through with labors true
The lost and lonely dwarven crew