A/N:A few weeks ago I was remembering the John Denver commercials from the 90s and I got the hankering for some John Denver. So I got a bunch of songs including Rocky Mountain High. While listening to it the idea that developed into this product was so genius I had to write it. Some of it may not seem to fit but if timed right it will.

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Lonely Mountain High
Words by Jennifer Failing; Music by John Denver and Mike Taylor

He went off on a journey ere his fifty-first year
Going off to a place he'd never been before
He left Hobbiton behind him, and his pocket handkerchief
So Thorin could use a key on hidden door.

When he came to the Misty Mountains his life was far away
In the pass they ran into a storm

And the goblins they did find them and bound them without care.
He riddled with gollum and escaped to fight the wyrm.

In Eriador's Misty Mountains high
Saw eagles fighting goblins from the sky
Bilbo feels like bacon that's been put back on the shelf
Misty Mountains high.

(there and back again)

He stayed with a bear man, he saw bees big as your thumb
He saw animals put out the silverware

And the dwarves they borrowed some ponies to reach the edge of Mirkwood.
Where Gandalf left them to go fight Sauron

Now he walks in a great solitude the forest of the elves
Seeking dwarves in every step he takes
Using barrels to free them from the Elven-king's halls
To freedom in a town on a lake.

And Rhovanion's Lonely Mountain high
They saw Smaug rainin' fire in the sky
Bard talked to a thrush and then he let his arrow fly
Lonely Mountain high.

(There and back again)

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to fight for dragon's gold: a battle of five armies
There's bodies scattered upon the land.

And Rhovanion's Lonely Mountain high
Eagles were fighting wargs from the sky
I know he'd be a poorer hobbit if he never went with the dwarves
Lonely Mountain high
(There and back again)

It's Rhovanion's Lonely Mountain high
Found his neighbors auctioning off his spoons
His sword hangs on the mantelpiece and he dusts it with pride.
Lonely Mountain high.

(There and back again)