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Thanks! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] Now....Ah! Here we go!
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In Dwimordene, in Lórien
Seldom have walked the feet of Men, Few mortal eyes have seen the light That lies there ever, long and bright. Galadriel! Galadriel! Clear is the water of your well; White is the star in your white hand; Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land In Dwimordene, in Lórien More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men. It is sung by Gandalf in the Golden Hall. |
Wow! That was fast [img]smilies/eek.gif[/img] That's right! Great job, Lothíriel! You're up. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
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Here's next:
"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." |
Correct, Narduewen, but who sang it, and when? [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
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Sam sung it about Gil-Galad to the hobbits and Aragorn, he was near Weathertop. Anything else you would like to know?
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Nah, that's enough! You don't need to tell more! Your turn!
[ October 19, 2003: Message edited by: Lothíriel ] |
Okay, just checking. As for the next song,
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That is correct, Amaris! Your turn.
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All right, let's see...
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Well done, Narduewen! That's correct. I had thought that by grabbing The Hobbit to look for a quote I'd stump someone! Oh, well. It's a popular song anyway. Your turn. See if you can stump us!
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Thank you! Well, I'll give a shot at stumping someone, but usually the ones that I think will stump people don't and the ones that I think are easy do.
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That is correct! Proceed.
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All right, let me see...
::grabs a Tolkein book and flips through, randomly stopping at a page with italics on it:: Quote:
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Wow, Narduewen, that was fast. You're correct, Galadriel's Song of Eldamar. Your go.
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Narduewen, do you have another quote for us?
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Okay, this thread has been dead for a while...so I'll revive it!! With an easy one.
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There shall be shown a token
That doom is near at hand For Isildur's Bane shall woken And the Halfling forth shall stand. (Boromir's Riddle spoken at the Council of Elrond). I think I got it right, even without the book. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] |
It's actually
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<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:53 AM December 26, 2003: Message edited by: Evisse the Blue ] |
Sounds familiar, but I'm having a brain faze, it seems like. How 'bout a little hint?
Edited for language. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:35 PM December 30, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ] |
Hint: the poem's main character is based on historical fact.
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Umm...I think we might need another hint.
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The poem has more than one version.
It's a poem in a story (a character sings it). It's not from a well known book. |
I don't want this thread to die so I'm taking a really random guess.
Is it the Lay of the Children of Hurin? |
No, it isn't. Shall I give the anwer away?
Last Hint: it's from a volume of HOME, The Lost Road, to be more precise. |
Interesting challenge . . .
It's from the story about King Sheave, and found in two places: The Lost Road and other Writings - the verse form The Notion Club Papers, (Part 2); Sauron Defeated - prose form --- Middle-earth had known for many ages neither song nor singer; no sight so fair had eyes of mortal, since the earth was young, seen when waking in that sad country long forsaken. No lord they had, no king nor counsel, but the cold terror had dwelt in the desert, the dark shadow that haunted the hills and the hoar forest. Dread was their master. Dark and silent, long years forlorn, lonely waited the hall of kings, house forsaken without fire or food. Forth men hastened from their dim houses. Doors were opened and gates unbarred. Gladness wakened. To the hill they thronged, and their heads lifting on the guest they gazed. Greybearded men bowed before him and blessed his coming their years to heal; youths and maidens, wives and children welcome gave him. His song was ended. Silent standing he looked upon them. Lord they called him; king they made him, crowned with golden wheaten garland, white his raiment, his harp his sceptre. In his house was fire, food and wisdom; there fear came not. To manhood he grew, might and wisdom. |
Yes! Good job, Envinyatar! :)
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Try to finish this verse:
In love of sunlit goodliness of days There richly flowed their lives in settled hours -- But that was long ago, And now no more they sing, nor reap, nor sow . . . - E - :) |
And I perforce in many a town about this isle
Unsettled wanderer have dwelt awhile. my first attempt at this game, I hope I did okay. :D |
That is indeed the end of the verse, eowyntje! :)
For any interested onlookers: it's from The Song of Eriol; The History of Eriol or Aelfwine; The Book of Lost Tales 2. Your turn, now . . . carry on! - E - |
Ok, here goes, I hope its not to easy:
The finest rockets ever seen, The burst in stars of blue and green;....... |
and after thuder golden showers
came falling like a rain of flowers It was Sam in Lothlorian during the lament for Gandalf |
I believe it was 'Or after thunder'
but your answer was correct :) your turn |
cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone |
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