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

[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

[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!!!

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

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. 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.