He looks as delicate as the faint traceries of mithril that shine in walls far underground, yet, like that metal, his strength is beyond testing.  He shines with that same unearthly beauty too – fairer than anything else on earth.  Mithril fair and mithril strong is my friend the Elf.

He has all the solid strength of an oak: deep-rooted, immovable and long-growing.  Unyielding he can seem, yet, like the oak, a living warmth beats through him.  I find a beauty in him - as in a gnarled and rough-barked oak.  Oak hardy and oak strong is my friend the Dwarf