Strange that no one has thought of it before...

[Balin999]

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As we all know, the works of Tolkien are full of Poems.
Sooo what is your favourite poem ???

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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...

The Elven hymn Elbereth Gilthoniel of course!!! :-)

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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...

I lke Gollum's land and fish songs in the dead marshes for some reason.

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shoot

I tried to type out the poems/songs but it didn't seem to work. They are on the first few pages of The Passage of the Marshes if you want to see them formatted correctly.

What's a burrahobbit got to do with my pocket, anyways?</p>

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My personal favourite is &quot;the road goes ever on and on&quot;
and the curse of the barrow wight

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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...

The Road Goes Ever On is good.

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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...


Three Rings for the Elven Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,
In the land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.



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oh man i forgot that one its great too <img src=smile.gif ALT=":)">

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Has anyone made up music for the Rhyme of the Rings (I don't know what else to call it!) If so, could I please get a transcription of it, and if not, anyone up to see if I can compose it?



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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...

I haven't heard the Ring Inscription poem set to music and would be very interested to hear what you could create to go along with it.!!

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Theres an austrian black metal band called &quot;Summoning&quot; .
they have 5 albums called &quot;lugburz&quot; &quot;Minas Morgul&quot; , &quot;Dol Guldur&quot; , &quot;nightshade forests&quot; and &quot;stronghold&quot;
u cant understand the lyrics very well but i discovered that they use many poems by tolkien ie the curse of the barrow wight and the &quot;three rings ...&quot; poem
i think u can get them via Napster but its difficult to find people who got the songs on mp3


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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...

Hail! (Servus Balin!)
My favourite song clearly is the stave-poem prophecy of Malbeth the Seer (Over the land there lies a long shadow...). I like the Summoning adaption in &quot;Unto a long glory&quot; for the same reason.


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sers sharku !
my favourite song is hmmm i like many of them but i think its Kor . i guess that you are from austria or germany but i keep talking english cause it would be unfair to talk german hehe

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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...

Exactly.
Yes, I am from Augsburg, Germany.
Kôr is amazing, but not the only great one. Dol Guldur especially is superb - the intro (Angbands Schmieden - the Smithies of Angband) alone is pure evil, a perfect setting of those pits, with the haunting chants, hammer strikes... and then Nightshade Forests... and Khazad-Dûm, with so elegiac keyboards...and Kôr... and the solemn Unto A Long Glory...
Summoning are especially great when they not only try to make good music, but attempt to really make a ME-soundtrack...like the keys on &quot;Mirkwood&quot; which sound like birds, or the clashing swords on the fantastic climax of &quot;Flesh and Blood&quot;...
&quot;Rivendell&quot; is also a good band which goes in the same direction.

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Re: Strange that no one has thought of it before...

thanks for the tip <img src=smile.gif ALT=":)">
yeah the &quot;dol guldur&quot; cd is great
but i dont have the &quot;nightshade forest&quot; mini cd
<img src=frown.gif ALT=":(">


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My personal favorite is Aragorns poem.

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Seeing as I'm a sad romantic Celt... it has to be the Lay of Lethian.

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[HerenIstarion]

Barrel song from the Hobbit (chapter 9, Barrels out of Bond)

down the swift dark stream you go... etc

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My favourite poem must be Strider's Riddle. And I like all the poems in elvish. <img src=smile.gif ALT=":)"> (do you say it like that????)

And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is,has left the path of wisdom</p>

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If you mean &quot;elvish&quot;, yeah thats right. I like many listed here. But one's missing. &quot;The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon.&quot; Try reciting it fast.

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"The Silmarils with living light
were kindled clear, and waxing bright
shone like stars that in the North
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<img src="http://www.barrowdowns.com/images/posticons/onering.jpg" align=absmiddle> elvish

I meant the poems in the elven language...
I like those

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[HerenIstarion]

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!'

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Who actually cares what I think? It's outrageous to actually think that anything I say is of importance and contains substance that may benefit anyone within the limited confines of the universe. I'm just ignored everywhere I go, I'm very desperate for someone to recognize me and befriend me. I... just need some companionship...

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[HerenIstarion]

No, Far, don't be down :)

Actually we, all of us, are here to listen to what you have to say. Don't you say you are ignored everyway you go. I'm sure there are people to be fond of you, or even in love with you, even if you know that not. Ring of Solomon bore an inscription: it soon will pass

All passes, and life is often coloured like kind of a zebra - with black an white stripes, but black ones are narrower. All will turn to good, cheer up :D

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Thank you HerenIstarion for your comforting words, you seem to be a rather enjoyable person, but those words aren't meant for me. If the zebra example is still fair game then the zebra of my life is all black with white stripes. You have convinced me enough to share my favorite poem with you, you all.

Aragorn reciteth:

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

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<img src="http://www.barrowdowns.com/images/posticons/onering.jpg" align=absmiddle> Poems

How about:

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And thought I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

I've always liked that one.

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I'd have to agree with Faramir and say that the 'Lament for Eorl the Young' is my absolute favourite. But I always like the Earendil song that Bilbo made in Rivendell.


-Voronwë
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[HerenIstarion]

Roads go ever ever on
Over rock and under tree
By caves where never sun has shone
By streams that never find the sea
Over snow by winter sown
and through the merry flowers of june
Over grass and over stone
And under mountains in the moon

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star
Yet feet that wondering have gone
Turn at last to home afar
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows-green
And trees and hills they ling have known

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<img src="http://www.barrowdowns.com/images/posticons/onering.jpg" align=absmiddle> Hobbitish

I love The Road goes ever ever on, Bilbo's Bath song, and the song Frodo sings about the inn!

" In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit . . . " That's where it all began.</p>

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ahhh.... the Bath Song... now there's one I do enjoy.... who doesn't enjoy water hot poured down the back!?

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What about the Oliphaunt poem? And The Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late/Came Down Too Soon? (I'm sure someone's mentioned those already, but oh well.)

Does anyone know of any books of Tolkien poetry other than The Adventures of Tom Bombadil?

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The Lays of Beleriand

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Thanks.

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Great Oiliphants! I forgot all about that Zoe! Sam recited many wonderful poems didn't he? His troll one was excellent!

" In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit . . . " That's where it all began.</p>

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Well Zoe beat me to it. I like the Oliphants poem. And the joy that follows it when Sam actually comes face to face with the Southern elephant.

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One that always really moves me

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes
' What news from the west, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
' I saw him rider over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor'
'Oh Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'

ASO *sniff* *sniff*

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the road goes ever on of course!!

My tolkien favorites are <a href="http://www.tolkientrail.com/"target="web">the Tolkientrail</A>(michael martinez loved it!), http://www.barrowdowns.com/The Barrow-downs</A> and its http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi/forum</a> ,http://pub24.ezboard.com/bmountgundabad/Mount Gundabad</A>, http://pub11.ezboard.com/bbagend16025/bag end</a> and <a href=http://pub20.ezboard.com/bdunedainscamp/">dunedains camp</a>,where I'm an RPG moderator
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Quem,Quam,Quid"
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You know, I found all the titles to the poems and songs, The Road goes ever ever on is actually, The Old Walking Song.
Bilbo's Bath Song is just the Bath Song
But I'll have to look up the inn one.
Ah, Bilbo's Song, the one about wishing to be spared, I almost cried. And Sam's song that he sings in the Tower at the edge of Mordor.

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-satrs as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers stong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

It's so sad <img src=frown.gif ALT=":("> and yet so beautiful <img src=smile.gif ALT=":)">
If you know what I mean <img src=wink.gif ALT=";)">


" In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit . . . " That's where it all began.</p>

[Tanraugwen Greenleaf]

I like "Bilbo's Bath Song", "The Merry Old Inn", the song the dwarves sing in The Hobbit, and the other dwarf song about smashing the plates, 'cause that's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

[Mithuial]

The Tale of Tinuviel!

[Amarie]

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

[burrahobbit]

The cold hard lands
they bites our hands,
they gnaws our feet.
The rocks and stones
are like old bones,
all bare of meat.
But stream and pool
is wet and cool:
so nice for feet!
And now we wish
to catch a fish,
so juicy-sweet!

[Voralphion]

My favourite poem in LoTR is the one about Gil Galad sang by I think Sam.(sorry I can't give an example of it as I don't have my book with me)

[steve]

I know it wasnt in Lotr, but my favirote Tolkien poem was from the "Tolkien Reader", the poem "Princess Mee". I just love that poem.

[Aiwendil]

My favorites, in no particular order:

Aragorn's Beren and Luthien poem (LotR I)
Winter Comes to Nargothrond (HoMe III)
Kor: In a City Lost and Dead (HoMe I)
Namarie (LotR II)

[charly]

Favourites:
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold and leaves of gold they grew
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew
Beyond the sun, beyond the moon, a foam was on the sea
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden tree
[...]
Oh Lorien! The winter comes the bare and leafless day
The leaves asre falling in the stream, the river flows away
Oh Lorien! Too long I have dwelt apon this hither shore
and in the fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing what ship would come to me? What ship would pass me ever wide across so wide a sea?
Gee, I love that one...
and then there´s Gimli´s Song of Durin,
the long list of the Ents
and the ballade of the four winds.
But I love almost all of Tolkiens poems, simly cause they´re just poems and give a bit of "break" between the normal writing.

[elven maiden Earwen]

The tale of tinuviel
The song about Nimrodel
The fall of gil-galad
The poem about the magic rings
were my faves and i manage to memorize the last 2

[Dunlondion]

The road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow it if I can pursueing it with egar feet until it jons some larger way wher many paths and errands meet and wither then i cannot say

That Poem must be the best

[doug*platypus]

Frodo's version of The Road Goes Ever On is nice (struggling for adjectives).
Still round the corner there may wait
a new road or a secret gate
and though I oft have passed them by
the day will come at last when I
shall take the hidden paths that run
west of the moon and east of the sun.

A new road or a secret gate, that's something I'm always looking out for. I think about that line quite a bit.

But my favourite is definitely The Flammifer of Westernesse. I can't decided whether I like that version or the one called Errantry better. They're both great pieces of work.

[mark12_30]

Doug, that's part of the longer Walking Song that they sing in the beginning of the journey. The original is in Three Is Company. Frodo modifies the second verse.

I think it's absolutely haunting. West of the moon, east of the Sun...

[Naldoriathil]

My favourite poem is the one which begins " the Road goes ever on and on", the lyrics are really good and it goes with the story so well. I also like the poems that are in The Hobbit, that are sung by the Dwarves. Excellent. smilies/biggrin.gif

[Inderjit Sanghera]

Problably the Tale of Tinuviel, though I'm not really into Tolkien's poetry.

[Purple Monkey]

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people who have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices on the lost isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome, which no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!
***
I cried after this, and I'm sure someone already mentioned it, but it will always be *my poem*.

[Purple Monkey]

Hahahaha. Right. You have good taste, HerenIstarion. Songs of the waves forever, eh? ;-)

[Dimaldaeon]

The fall of Gil-Galad, this may be because this is the only one that i know by heart.
I even managed to (badly) translate it into Irish
"Bhí Gil-Galad rí na Siog
As cé na ceoltoirí canadh go bronach......"
I won't give you the rest as it is so bad.

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[Sindae]

Over the land there lies a long shadow
Westwards reaching wings of darkness
The tower trembles to the tombs of kings
doom approaches. the dead awaken
for the hour has come for the oathbreakers
at the stone of erech they shall stand again
and hear there a horn in the hills ringing
whose shall the horn be? who shall call them
from the grey twilight, the forgotten people?
the heir of him to whom the oath they swore
from north shall he come need shall drive him
he shall pass the doors to the paths of the dead.

LOVE it!!! i hope i got it right, wrote it without looking in the text...know it by heart smilies/biggrin.gif

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

I'm obsesd with the barrowwights poem...i know, I'm weird... smilies/wink.gif smilies/biggrin.gif

Cold be hand and heart and bone
And Cold be sleep under stone
Never more to wake on stony bed
Never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die-
Still on gold here let them lie
Till the Dark Lord lifts his hand
Over dead sea and withered land.

Kinda depressing, isn't it?..And yes, I know it by heart.

These are my other favorites that I know by heart, but I'm too lazy to write them out now.

Fall of Gil-Galad
Where now are the Dunedain, Elessar, Elessar?
Whatsit... the one Bilbo sings for Frodo before he leaves Rivendell.
The world was young, the mountains green.

There's a few more, but I went to bed really late last night rereading RotK and trying to get through Lost Tales I...*yawn*. I'll probably think of like 8 more tomorrow.

[Ainaserkewen]

Hah! I feel smart...I found the thread and didn't create a duplicate. Ahem, anyways...

Recently I've been reading all the poetry especially in LOTR with more vigure. Treebeard's elvish poem concerning the entwives...
When spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
Whe light is on the weld-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air;
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair.
...For some reason this poem is deep to me and even when reading it in my head I can hear the ents singing it, calling to each other over vast distances. The ents under trees and entwives in their fields. The music behind it was so clear to me that I put it to written music and sing it now and again to myself. It is just beautiful to me. The sadness of the story, even though fiction, and only a small piece of the ents history, it touches my heart and grabs at my pity. I hope to complete my musical recreation of this poem with my own instrumentation and voices. I can hear the harmony's in my mind as I write this. I want to record it and post it somewhere where you all can here it. If anyone has a sujestion for this, about where I might put my song without compromising copywrite laws, please share.

[lindil]

"Hah! I feel smart...I found the thread and didn't create a duplicate. Ahem, anyways..."

Good for you A. not too easy considering the thread title... maybe I should link it to the other favorites threads [Letters, minor works, etc]/

Anyway...

Also in no particular order:

*Around the corner there may wait...[the one cited several times above] the source for my PT actually, or one of them.

*Kortirion among the Trees in BoLT, a late [AoTB] era revision of a very early poems which seems to describe JRRT actually feeling/sensing Elves in the forests and byways of warwickshire. hmm...

* A Elbereth Gilthoniel [the only one I ever memorized].

*Namarie

I have yet to really dive deep into HoM-E3 so I can't comment there yet.

[Arvedui24]

It has to be the Fall of Gil-Galad and the fact that Sam of all people was singing it at the time was a treat in my mind.

[Lindril Arvilya]

I love the poem entitled "Elven Hymn" (says so in my book "Poems from The Lord of the Rings")

Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea.

Ah, beauty.

Lindril (stupid talented Elves) Arvilya

[matherion]

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
far over wood and mountain tall.

To rivendell where elves yet dwell
in glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste
and wither then we cannot tell
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
beneath the sky shall be our bed
until at last our toli be passed
our journey done our errand sped.

We must away, We must away!
We ride before the break of day!null

[Theoric Windcaller]

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold: where no man delves
There lay long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, the flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!


--The dwarves in "The Hobbit".

I love that song/poem because it represents prosperity (the dwarves made their hall and mined their gold(, tragedy (the dwarves lost their mine to the dragon), and courage (the dwarved wish to go forth and claim the hall back).

(And for those who are familiar with the song, "I Could Sing of Your Love Forever", the tune of that praise song matches the dwarves' song almost perfectly.)

[Balin999]

Good for you A. not too easy considering the thread title... maybe I should link it to the other favorites threads [Letters, minor works, etc]/

Where do I find this list?

[Secret Fire]

I'm not sure if this counts as a peom, it's really more prose, but the Lay of Beleriand is most excellent.

and im surprised nibody has posted this yet:
All that is Gold does not glitter
Notall those who wander are lost
the old that is strong does not whither
deep rootsare not reached by the frost
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
a light from the shadows shall spring
Reforged shall be sword that was broken
the crownless once more shall be king.

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[Secret Fire]

Earendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien;
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in’
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan,
and light upon her banners laid.

In panoply of ancient kings,
in chained rings he armoured him
his shining shield was scored with runes
to ward all wounds and harm from him;
his bow was made of dragon-horn,
his arrows shorn of ebony,
silver was his habergeon,
his scabbard of chalcedony;
his sword of steel was valiant,
of adamant his helmet tall,
an eagle plume upon his crest,
upon his breast an emerald.

Beneath the wind and under star
he wandered far from northern strands,
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands.
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
where shadow lies on frozen hills,
from nether heats and burning waste
he turned in haste, and roving still
on starless water far astray
at last he came to Night of Naught,
and passed, and never sight he saw
of shining shore nor light he sought.
The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.

There flying Elwing came to him,
and flame was in the darkness lit;
more bright than light of diamond
the fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living light
and dauntless then with burning brow
he turned his brow; and in the night
from Otherworld beyond the sea
there strong and free a storm arose,
a wind of power in Tarmenel;
by paths that seldom mortal goes
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long-forsaken seas distressed:
from east to west he passed away.

Through Evernight he back was borne
on black and roaring waves that ran
o’er leagues unlit and foundered shores
that drowned before the Days began,
until he heard on strands of pearl
where ends the world the music long,
where ever-foaming billows roll
the yellow gold and jewels wan.

He saw the Mountain silent rise
where twilight lies upon the knees
of Valinor, and Eldamar
beheld afar beyond the seas.
A wanderer escaped from night
to haven white he came at last,
to Elvenhome the green and fair
where keen the air, where pale as glass
beneath the Hill of Ilmarin
a-glimmer in a valley sheer
the lamplit towers of Tirion
are mirrored on the Shadowmere.

He tarried there from errantry,
and melodies they taught to him,
and sages old him marvels told,
and harps of gold they brought to him.
They clothed him then in elven-white,
and seven lights before him sent,
as through the Calacirian
to hidden land forlorn he went.
He came unto the timeless halls
where shining fall the countless years,
and endless reigns the Elder King
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
and words unheard were spoken then
of folk of Men and Elven-kin,
beyond the world were visions showed
forbid to those that dwell therein.

A ship then new they built for him
of mithril and of elven-glass
with shining prow; no shaven oar
nor sail she bore on silver mast:
the Silmaril as lantern light
and banner bright with living flame
to gleam thereon by Elbereth
herself was set, who thither came
and wings immortal made for him,
and laid on him undying doom,
to sail the shoreless skies and come
behind the Sun and light of Moon.

From Evereven’s lofty hills
where softly silver fountains fall
his wings him bore, a wandering light,
beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.
From World’s End then he turned away,
and yearned again to find afar
his home through shadows journeying,
and burning as an island star
on high above the mists he came,
a distant flame before the Sun,
a wonder ere the waking dawn
where grey the Northland waters run.

And over Middle-earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days, in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid,
till Moon should fade, an orbed star
to pass and tarry never more
on Hither Shores where mortals are;
for ever still a herald on
an errand that should never rest
to bear his shining lamp afar,
the Flammifer of Westernesse.

Well, that took a long time, I juve the meter and rhyming scheem in this poem, as well asn the way that it just flows off the tongue (the story's dang awesome too, sadness, triumph, immortality, salvation, love, it has it all).
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[Castamir]

Theodens verse, Where is the horse and the rider?

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

I've already posted my favourite here (http://forum.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=14&t=000983). Not only does it show off the complexity and subtlety of Tolkien's linguistic invention, but the English version is a very evocative piece in its own right.

If anyone ever tells you that Tolkien wasn't a good poet (http://forum.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=1&t=001913), Oilima Markirya is your ready-made rebuttal.

[mark12_30]

There are so many...
Legolas' Song of the Sea... I second that one. hasn't anybody written a tune for it? I can't find one... nor is it easy to fit to a celtic tune, I've tried.

Eomer's battle-cry:

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

And then, this by Sam; (great tune can be found on Starlit Jewel album)

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

[Jjudvven]

The Road Goes Ever Ever on is one of my personal favourites. Although I really enjoy Frodo's poem about Gandalf. That one is really amazing.

[Firefoot]

That is a really hard question!

In no particular order:

- Aragorn's Riddle (All that is gold...)
- The song Sam sings in Cirith Ungol
- Three Rings...
- Eomer's battle cry
- The poem Bilbo says to Frodo in Rivendell (I sit beside the Fire and Think...)
- Earendil was a Mariner

To name a few.

[doug*platypus]

Addendum to my post up above there... here's the first two brilliant lines of Errantry, the alternate version to The Flammifer of Westernesse.

There was a merry passenger,
a messenger, a mariner

I strongly suggest you look for it (e.g. in the Tales from the Perilous Realm collection) and read the whole thing. The part about jousting with elven knights is just too cool.

[Tuor Turambar,Cursed by the Valar]

Ah, yes... Aragorn's riddle. Now tha you mention it, I realize that it IS my favorite song, other than the Land of Mordor, Where the Shadows Lie poem.

^That^ is what it should be called. smilies/biggrin.gif

[HerenIstarion]

When the moon was new and the sun young
of silver and gold the gods sung:
in the green grass they silver spilled,
and the white waters they with gold filled.
Ere the pit was dug or Hell yawned,
ere dwarf was bred or dragon spawned,
there were Elves of old, and strong spells
under green hills in hollow dells
they sang as they wrought many fair things,
and the bright crowns of the Elf-kings.
But their doom fell, and their song waned,
by iron hewn and by steel chained.
Greed that sang not, nor with mouth smiled,
in dark holes their wealth piled,
graven silver and carven gold:
over Elvenhome the shadow rolled.

There was an old dwarf in a dark cave,
to silver and gold his fingers clave;
with hammer and tongs and anvil-stone
he worked his hands to the hard bone.
and coins he made, and strings of rings,
and thought to buy the power of kings.
But his eyes grew dim and his ears dull
and the skin yellow on his old skull;
through his bony claw with a pale sheen
the stony jewels slipped unseen.
No feet he heard, though the earth quaked.
when the young dragon his thirst slaked.
and the stream smoked at his dark door.
The flames hissed on the dank floor,
and he died alone in the red fire;
his bones were ashes in the hot mire.

There was an old dragon under grey stone;
his red eyes blinked as he lay alone.
His joy was dead and his youth spent,
he was knobbed and wrinkled, and his limbs bent
in the long years to his gold chained;
in his heart's furnace the fire waned.
To his belly's slime gems stuck thick,
silver and gold he would snuff and lick:
he knew the place of the least ring
beneath the shadow of his black wing.
Of thieves he thought on his hard bed,
and dreamed that on their flesh he fed,
their bones crushed, and their blood drank:
his ears drooped and his breath sank.
Mail-rings rang. He heard them not.
A voice echoed in his deep grot:
a young warrior with a bright sword
called him forth to defend his hoard.
His teeth were knives, and of horn his hide,
but iron tore him, and his flame died.

There was an old king on a high throne:
his white beard lay on knees of bone;
his mouth savoured neither meat nor drink,
nor his ears song; he could only think
of his huge chest with carven lid
where pale gems and gold lay hid
in secret treasury in the dark ground;
its strong doors were iron-bound.
The swords of his thanes were dull with rust,
his glory fallen, his rule unjust,
his halls hollow, and his bowers cold,
but king he was of elvish gold.
He heard not the horns in the mountain-pass,
he smelt not the blood on the trodden grass,
but his halls were burned, his kingdom lost;
in a cold pit his bones were tossed.

There is an old hoard in a dark rock,
forgotten behind doors none can unlock;
that grim gate no man can pass.
On the mound grows the green grass;
there sheep feed and the larks soar,
and the wind blows from the sea-shore.
The old hoard the Night shall keep,
while earth waits and the Elves sleep.

[HerenIstarion]

The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the paid dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps on his meat
where woods loom in gloom-
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet,
he does not forget.

[HerenIstarion]

Lovely was she
As in elven-song is told:
She had pearls in hair
All threaded fair;
Of gossamer shot with gold
Was her kerchief made,
And a silver braid
Of stars about her throat.
Of moth-web light
All moonlit-white
She wore a woven coat,
And round her kirtle
Was bound a girdle
Sewn with diamond dew.

She walked by day
Under mantle grey
And hood of clouded blue;
But she went by night
All glittering bright
Under the starlit sky,
And her slippers frail
Of fishes' mail
Flashed as she went by
To her dancing-pool,
And on mirror cool
Of windless water played.
As a mist of light
In whirling flight
A glint like glass she made
Wherever her feet
Of silver fleet
Flicked the dancing-floor.

She looked on high
To the roofless sky,
And she looked to the shadowy shore;
Then round she went,
And her eyes she bent
And saw beneath her go
A Princess Shee
As fair as Mee:
They were dancing toe to toe!

Shee was as light
As Mee, and as bright;
But Shee was, strange to tell,
Hanging down
With starry crown
Into a bottomless well!
Her gleaming eyes
In great surprise
Looked up to the eyes of Mee:
A marvellous thing,
Head-down to swing
Above a starry sea!

Only their feet
Could ever meet;
For where the ways might lie
To find a land
Where they do not stand
But hang down in the sky
No one could tell
Nor learn in spell
In all the elven-lore.

So still on her own
An elf alone
Dancing as before
With pearls in hair
And kirtle fair
And slippers frail
Of fishes' mail went Mee:
Of fishes' mail
And slippers frail
And kirtle fair
With pearls in hair went Shee!

[HerenIstarion]

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.'
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'


From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.'
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell-so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.'


From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.'
'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'

[Fingolfin II]

I like Aragorn's poem, the Rings one, but most of all the one when Finrod is battling with Sauron.

[Hot, crispy nice hobbit]

What? Nobody likes Ol' Tom? Lemme guess... His eyes arn't blue enough? I will prove you wrong!

'I had an errand there: gathering water-lilies,
green leaves and lilies white to please my pretty lady,
the last ere the year's end to keep them from the winter,
to flower by her pretty feet til the snows are melted.
Each year at summer's end I go find them for her,
in a wide pool, deep and clear, far down Withywindle;
there they open first in spring and there they linger latest.
By that pool long ago I found the River-daughter,
fair young Goldberry sitting in the rushes.
Sweet was here singing then, and her heart was beating!'

He opened his eyes and looked at them with a sudden glint of blue.

'And that proved well for you - for now I shall no longer go down deep again along the forest-water, not while the year is old. Nor shall I be passing Old Man Willow's house this side of spring-time, not till the merry spring, when the River-daughter dances down the withy-path to bathe in the water.'

Never guess that Ol' Tom can be a shepherd, huh? :D

[symestreem]

Eomer's battle cry; Lament for Eorl; Theoden's cry:

Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!

And also the death-song of the Pelennor Fields.

Was all the poetry in the movies Tolkien's? I know it wasn't all in the right place.

[Angry Brandybuck]

Has anyone made up music for the Rhyme of the Rings

I don't know if anyone's answered this yet because I couldn't be bothered (I know its not the right attitude but its mine and I like it!) to read the rest of the thread.

I came across, once upon a merry moon the website of a group of musicians called the Tolkien Ensemble. I don't know if they have set the Rhyme of the Rings but it would strike me as strange if they haven't. Check them out here (http://www.tolkienensemble.dk)

[warrenerd]

why, all the hobbit songs/poems, of course. especially the one that frodo sings in the prancing pony in FOTR.
~humming to the wall~
:smokin:

[Orcrist]

i agree with THe Barrow Wight about the main rhyme. but i also like the song the goblins sing in the Hobbit when the Dwarves and Bilbo and gandalf are stuck in the trees



Fifteen birds in five fir tree
Their feathers were fanned
in the fiery breeze
What funny little birds
They have no wings
Oh what shall we do
With the funny little things?

[HerenIstarion]

this one happens to be one of my favs too :):

The Lonely Troll he sat on a stone
and sang a mournful lay:
'O why, O why must I live on my own
in the hills of Faraway?
My folk are gone beyond recall
and take no thought of me;
alone I'm left, the last of all
from Weathertop to the Sea'.

'I steal no gold, I drink no beer,
I eat no kind of meat;
but People slam their doors in fear,
whenever they hear my feet.
O how I wish that they were neat,
and my hands were not so rough!
Yet my heart is soft, my smile is sweet,
and my cooking good enough.'

'Come, come!' he thought, 'this will not do!
I must go and find a friend;
a-walking soft I'll wander through
the Shire from end to end'.
Down he went, and he walked all night
with his feet in boots of fur;
to Delving he came in the morning light,
when folk were just astir.

He looked around, and who did he meet
but old Mrs. Bunce and all
with umbrella and basket walking the street;
and he smiled and stopped to call:
'Good morning, ma'am! Good day to you!
I hope I find you well?'
But she dropped umbrella and basket too,
and yelled a frightful yell.

Old Pott the Mayor was strolling near;
when he heard that awful sound,
he turned all purple and pink with fear,
and dived down underground.
The Lonely Troll was hurt and sad:
'Don't go!' he gently said,
but old Mrs. Bunce ran home like mad
and hid beneath her bed.

The Troll went on to the market-place
and peeped above the stalls;
the sheep went wild when they saw his face,
and the geese flew over the walls.
Old Farmer Hogg he spilled his ale,
Bill Butcher threw a knife,
and Grip his dog, he turned his tail
and ran to save his life.

The old Troll sadly sat and wept
outside the Lockholes gate,
and Perry-the-Winkle up he crept
and patted him on the pate.
'O why do you weep, you great big lump?
You're better outside than in!'
He gave the Troll a friendly thump,
and laughed to see him grin.

'O Perry-the-Winkle boy', he cried,
'come, you're the lad for me!
Now if you're willing to take a ride,
I'll carry you home to tea'.
He jumped on his back and held on tight,
and 'Off you go!' said he;
and the Winkle had a feast that night,
and sat on the old Troll's knee.

There were pikelets, there was buttered toast,
and jam, and cream, and cake,
and the Winkle strove to eat the most,
though his buttons all should break.
The kettle sang, the fire was hot,
the pot was large and brown,
and the Winkle tried to drink the lot,
in tea though he should drown.

When full and tight were coat and skin,
they rested without speech,
till the old Troll said: 'I'll now begin
the baker's art to teach,
the making of beautiful cramsome bread,
of bannocks light and brown;
and then you can sleep on a heather-bed
with pillows of owlets' down'.

'Young Winkle, where've you been?' they said.
'I've been to a fulsome tea,
and I feel so fat, for I have fed
on cramsome bread', said he.
'But where, my lad, in the Shire was that?
Or out in Bree?' said they.
But Winkle he up and answered flat:
'I aint a-going to say'.

'But I know where', said Peeping Jack,
'I watched him ride away:
he went upon the old Troll's back
to the hills of Faraway'.
Then all the People went with a will,
by pony, cart, or moke,
until they came to a house in a hill
and saw a chimney smoke.

They hammered upon the old Troll's door.
'A beautiful cramsome cake
O bake for us, please, or two, or more;
O bake!' they cried, 'O bake!'
'Go home, go home!' the old Troll said.
'I never invited you.
Only on Thursdays I bake my bread,
and only for a few'.

'Go home! Go home! There's some mistake.
My house is far too small;
and I've no pikelets, cream, or cake:
the Winkle has eaten all!
You Jack, and Hogg, old Bunce and Pott
I wish no more to see.
Be off! Be off now all the lot!
The Winkle's the boy for me!'

Now Perry-the-Winkle grew so fat
through eating of cramsome bread,
his weskit bust, and never a hat
would sit upon his head;
for Every Thursday he went to tea,
and sat on the kitchen floor,
and smaller the old Troll seemed to be,
as he grew more and more.

The Winkle a Baker great became,
as still is said in song;
from the Sea to Bree there went the fame
of his bread both short and long.
But it weren't so good as the cramsome bread;
no butter so rich and free,
as Every Thursday the old Troll spread
for Perry-the-Winkle's tea.

I would not mind some good bakery meself (though one'd have to have a lot of excersie (fresh air and what not) to stay same shape as one finds oneself in currently, and not to acquire, say, outlines of a pear, seemingly, what with troll bread obviously being very rich in carbohydrate department)

[Firefoot]

As of recently, I have a new favorite - I don't know if it counts but I really like the Lay of Leithian. A little bit too long to post here, but my favorite lines are:

And thus in anguish Beren paid
for that great doom upon him laid,
the deathless love of Luthien,
too fair for love of mortal men;
and in his doom was Luthien snared,
the deathless in his dying shared;
and fate them forged a binding chain
of living love and mortal pain.

[*Varda*]

One I've always liked is this, from Of Beren and Luthien

Farewell sweet earth and northern sky
for ever blest, since here did lie
and here with lissom limbs did run
beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Luthien Tinuviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled
unmade into the old abyss
yet were its making good, for this -
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea -
that Luthien for a time should be.

Saying this, I love just about all the poems in LotR and the Sil.

[Nimikôi Angarauko]

The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked alone,
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.

The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In eldar days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western sea have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden rof and wilver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of the sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.

There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.

Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-Dûm.
But still the sunken star appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin awakes again from sleep.

this poem always conveyed the sadness of those forgotten halls to me away

[Essex]

Zoe + Doug, you would love the 'Use well the days' song by Annie Lennox that uses the words from Frodo's last song you mention above. Mark12_30 found a link to an mpeg version of the song. It's quite brilliant. http://lotrscrapbook.bookloaf.net/ref/menu.html

Hannah, BBC Radio's adaptation of LOTR has some great music to Sam's song, In Western Lands beneath the Sun. Have a listen (if you get the new cd version it has a cd of all the songs seperatly)

Volraphion, the Fall of Gil-Galad song that Sam recites that you mention above goes like this: Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
Again, BBC Radio has a great version of this poem as a song.

but finally, who could forget Frodo's poem about the old man in a battered hat........ When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word.

From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill,
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.

With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tongues he spoke.

A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.

A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.

He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defied;
his staff was broken on the stone,
in Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.

And finally, Nimikôi, Gimli's poem you mention is one of my favourites. Have a listen to Gimli's recital on the BBC Radio adaptation. It is stunning.

PS No, I don't work for BBC Radio or take any cut in their profits!!!

[Nimikôi Angarauko]

do u know where i could get the poem, a recording that is, the only possible palce i can think of finding it is kazaa and i only want to use that as a last resort.

[Essex]

amazon.co.uk are doing the whole bbc adaptation for £50......

I think I have an mpeg creater bit of software on my pc. I'll try to copy the poem using that and send it to you, but don't hold your breath!

[Nimikôi Angarauko]

thanks ex and if u cant get it ill just download the full version and do a bit of slicing and pasting but if you could get it you would be in my debt for an age :D

[The Barrow-Wight]

Folks, we don't support or condone illegal file sharing, so please discuss that type of things offline. Thanks.

[Nimikôi Angarauko]

my apologies barrow consider it deader than the cat from the postmen always rings twice, but back to the topic at hand I have found another poem thats to my liking it is a section of the lay of luthien that is in the silmarillion its about the contest between sauron and felagund.

He chanted a song of wizardry,
Of piercing, opening, of treachery,
Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
Then sudden Felagund thre swaying,
Sang in answer a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
Of changing and of shifting shape,
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling and foundering, as ever mroe strong
The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
And all the magic and might be brought
Of Elvenesse into his words.
Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
Singing afar in Nargothrond,
The sighing of the Sea beyond,
Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing
Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
The Foamriders, and stealing drew
Their white ships with their white sails
From lamplit havens. The wind wails,
The wolf howls. The Ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn-
And Finrod fell before his throne.

[Nimiriel]

Yeah, sorry. Most likely none of you have seen me before, but I've been away from the downs for a while and I'm just SO glad to be back!!!

First of all a little promotion: The Tolkien Ensemble are a great group! On their newest cd they have Christopher Lee to sing some of the songs, and yes he recites (is that a word in English?) the 'main' poem... I think they have a song version of it too, but I'm not sure. I'd definetly recommend the group! Oh, and then of course there's another plus: THEY'RE DANISH!!! :D

Okay, on to the important part ;)
My fave poem is with out doubt this one:

Legolas' Song of the Sea

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last SHore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressëa, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!

If someone has alredy posted this, I'm sorry. I didn't read it all through...

Actually I'm so crazy about that poem that I once read it about 15 times in a row, it made me so sad I sat down and wrote a poem myself... one of the few of my poems I actually like :)

That's all for me now

[Smeagol]

Seek for the sword that was broken,
In Imladris it dwells,
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells,
There shall be shown a token,
That doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's Bane shall awaken
And the halfling forth shall stand.




Ai, laurié lantar lassi súrinen
Yéni únótimé ve rámar aldaron!
Yeni ve linté yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúné pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lirinen.

Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallé Varda Oioosséo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortané
ar ilyé tier undulávé lumbulé;
ar sindanóriello caita mornié
i falmalinnar imbé met, ar hísié
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialé.
Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárié! Nai hiruvalyé Valimar.
Nai elyé hiruva. Namárié!

[gorthaur_cruel]

Well, if anybody wants to hear Tolkien himself recite an Elvish poem, here it is (http://media.salon.com/mp3s/tolkien2.mp3). It's this poem from LotR, in case anybody can't be bothered to find it for themselves.

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrien!

Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron,
yéni ve lintë yuldar vánier

mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva

Andún&eunl; pella Vardo tellumar
nu luini yasse tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetáti-lírinen.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbe met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!

It translates to:

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars
tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country darkness lies
on the foaming waves between us, and mist
covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!


Myself, I rather like the Ring poem, and this one:
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

I think it captures the entire Elves-fading-away theme very nicely.