Well, it's going to be difficult to beat TORE in the humour stakes. The
Pie or the Cider is destined to become a Shire pub classic.
So I shall try to strike a more pensive chord in this round. Look, I have even removed my pots and pans, since they are not in keeping with the reflective nature of the song that I have chosen for this performance.
It is sung in the style of Glorfindel, while recouperating from his fatal struggle with the Balrog in the Halls of Mandos (to the tune of
Vienna by Ultravox).
She mourns in the cold halls
Grieving death in the mortal plane
Crying and weeping
Her tears in the dark wept for pity’s claim
So mystic and soulful
Her voice reaching out in a healing cry
It stays with me until
The feeling is comforting you and I
It cleans suffering from me
This cleans suffering from me
Ah, Nienna
Her music is grieving
Mournful tears for Ezellohar’s twins
Bathing and cleansing
Alone in the halls as the darkness brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of her heart under Námo’s eye
It aids convalescence
The anguish has gone when I hear her cry
It cleans suffering from me
This cleans suffering from me
Ah, Nienna
[String solo]
She cleans suffering from me
This cleans suffering from me
Ah, Nienna