Bravo on finding that song,
Eomer, and hail thee,
High King Fingolfin!
Here follows a song written by the hobbit known as Conor:
Quote:
You can't fool old wargs with bad pipeweed
A warg with a heart of gold
Cheap pipeweed that can't be sold
Will send you to an early grave
But Wargy looked down and said 'Son,
I know a conman when I see one,
That pipeweed smells like an orc's bum.'
You just laughed and said
No one here forgets those wargs
The elves had a meeting of minds
Consistent hypocrisy... hey! That's alright
Let's overthrow this old town
So hands off the virgin warg queen
You can't fool old wargs with bad pipeweed
Cos they'll send you to an early grave
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I'm not exactly sure what the young, 'artistically tormented' hobbit is referring to in the third stanza of this song, some say it is a political outcry at Rivendell's increasingly xenophobic foreign policy in the Third Age, others say it may be aimed more at Lothlorien. Politics aside, though, it's a great song!
Another song I also greatly enjoy is one written by an anonymous muse, who after hearing of wargs and their greatness came late to the
Warg and Warg Rider Appreciation Thread but I think all here could identify with it:
Quote:
Infatuation
You don't know by now
To take me to the Downs
Take me to the Downs
You don't know by now
To take me to the Downs
Take me to the Downs
Infatuation
You don't know by now
To take me to the Downs
Take me to the Downs
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation with the warg
In my mind on the Downs
Infatuation with the warg
In my mind on the Downs
Infatuation with the warg
In my mind on the Downs
Infatuation with the warg
In my mind on the Downs
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