Friends of Nimrodel: Tapestry of Dreams - Discussion - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Aylwen Dreamsong · 04-13-2004, 03:31 PM

Thankies for all the reference pages, Helen!

And, you're a sly one, asking Bellyn to sing...

I'll get a post and song up tonight, since it's my night off!! (YAY!)

-Aylwen

Nurumaiel · 04-13-2004, 04:39 PM

littlemanpoet, I've worked out a couple posts. It would do me a great honor if you placed them below two posts of your own which I have specified. They are as follows:

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under your post #82......
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"The tale of it?" Liornung blushed slightly but it was clear he was more than eager to tell. "What you have said is true... the Bards of Rohan have rarely put rhyme in their verse and their great songs have been sung without. Yet I learned the art of song not from one of Rohan but from a wandering minstrel of Gondor who always sang in rhyme. Indeed, this fiddle is his that he left me, and 'twas he who first named me Liornung. The name my mother and father gave to me is Sarig, but I do forbid anyone to call me thus." And, a twinkle in his eye, he looked at each member of the company in turn.

"Yes, indeed, it is a name to avoid! But as I was saying before, it was that wandering minstrel who brought me to sing in rhyme. He sang for me a lovely song. He was not as I am. You see, he had a lover in Gondor waiting for him, and I have never fallen in love and don't fully intend to. He was fair eight and thirty years when he first passed through my land and stayed at my father's home, when I was but a lad. He spoke to me a little of her, calling her fairest and dearest, her heart the sweetest and kindest, and though I daresay now all say so much of their lover's, as Amroth would surely say of his, I have rarely seen a man love as that minstrel loved his Gondor maid. He would often describe her to me in a verse, saying:

"Dear are her charms to me,
dearer her laughter free,
dearest her constancy.

"She was of Rohan though he had brought her to Gondor to wait for him at his mother's home. He would have married her long before that time but he could not bring himself to lay aside his roaming just yet. He did tell me once, however, that two years forward he would abandon all roads, build a little home, and take her for his wife. I have not heard of him since, but I pray the two of them are happily wed." He paused a moment before continuing, and his voice was quieter when he spoke again. "Once I heard him singing a song he had written to her, though he did not know I was closeby. It was a charming little song, very simple, but full of such love and devotion. I heard it only once yet it has ever been in my mind. It ran thus:

"Do you see yon bonnie minstrels as they go along
a-trippin' and a-skippin' to the lilt of their song?
And, lassie, they sing a song for thee
so jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me.

A minstrel's fare is poor if his songs do not please
but if hunger faced us I should love you 'fore life ceased
and with my dying breath I would take you on my knee
and I would tell you truly how much I loved thee.

But if my songs should pleased and bring us some food
still I'd love you as ever a man could
and I'd play you a tune 'neath some shady tree.
So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me.

And if there came children a home they should not lack.
I'd set aside my songs and take my fiddle from my back
and I should love them however many there may be.
So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me.

And when, my darling girl, we are both frail and old
and your hair turned to white and lost its lovely gold,
though youth had with time decayed still I would love thee.
So jump up, bonnie girl, and come along with me.

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under your post #87
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Liornung's eyes travelled over the campsite and he nodded in satisfaction. "'Tis a lovely place to camp, and I am amazed at the feel of the very air, which speaks of Éomer and his company even better than the song you have sung, good Ædegard. I do not mean, of course," he added, his voice hasty and confused, "that the song was not worthy of the place."

"I do think you are correct," Ædegard reassured him. "Not all things can be put into song. The song spoke of this place, yet this place is this place."

"That is," Liornung said, "quite right." He picked up his fiddle with a little smile upon his face. "I'm going to sing a happy little song for you. I have sung too much, I fear, of lost loves and faraway loves and longing loves, things that bring woe and sorrow. What about loves that are there and happily content?" And so he picked up a merry tune and began to sing.

Come all you lads and lassies and listen for awhile.
I'll sing to you a verse or two and try to make you smile.
But if instead you weep with grief, do not be ashamed
for others who have heard this song wept, more than can be named.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

There was lad who rode out one fair and pleasant day.
From Rohan and to Gondor he carelessly did stray.
He had no mind for love or any lassies fair
till he met a maid, soft was her smile, dark was her hair.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

"Oh lassie fair of Gondor, do come away with me,
mount your horse and take my hand and come to my country.
I'll give you all you wish for and sweet home
and rover though I am for you I'll cease to roam.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

"Oh lad with the golden hair, truly I love you
but if I went away what would my poor sick father do?"
"Oh take him lassie, take him if you'll come with me.
I'll give you all you ask for, no want will come to ye.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

The lad left and the lassie followed with her father ill.
They built a house and she truly loved him with a will.
I've told you a happy tale of a young rover
and how he won the heart of the fair maid of Gondor.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.
Fal-la-do-la-dee-la-fal-do-lay.

As he ended his song he threw back his head and laughed. "Before any of you speak of it, I do know that my songs are often of wandering rovers and their fair maids, but in all truth so seldom am I in one place for a long time that the only romances I know of are those of the road. Yet I do know of a poor peasant lad who married a poor peasant lass he had loved all his life. I will put the tale into verse a sing it for you on the morrow."

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Thank ye kindly!

littlemanpoet · 04-13-2004, 08:59 PM

Glad to oblige, Nurumaiel! Great songs!

I kind of felt like we might have already passed the Entwash and the Mounds, but it's an important spot for Ædegard, being a born and bred Rohirrim, having drunk and gobbled the stories and songs of the War of the Ring that he was almost to young to remember. Anyway, I'm really enjoying this poem and song fest! Great stuff!

Um, Helen's turn, isn't it?

mark12_30 · 04-14-2004, 04:41 AM

All right, lmp, I'll think of something...

ruminate, ruminate.... (uh-oh, that's not phrench, is it? Must celticize.)

Aylwen, clever choice of songs-- and classy adaptation! It's a rare song, you sure know where to look to find good ones!

Nuru-- tunes, babe, we need TUNES!

How about wav files? Does your computer have a mic? (And I *still* owe your wee hobbit some mp3s... the days are too short.)

Nurumaiel · 04-14-2004, 12:40 PM

Aylwen, quite a lovely song! Did you write it or adapt it? If the latter, where can I find the original words? It's taken my fancy, I must admit, and I've never heard it before.

Helen, as for tunes I have quite a few tunes for Liornung's song, yet the problem is that they're songs that he hasn't yet sung in either Friends of Nimrodel or at the White Horse. I'm putting together a book of his tunes with lyrics and I'm working on jpg files that will have the tunes though it is very basic and you won't be able to find 4/4 measures or 3/4 measures specified or the like. I'll probably put up a website if you really are interested that will have those lyrics and the tuen jpg images. I do have a tune worked out for the Fair Maid of Gondor song he just recently performed for the company, but I can only give it to you the way I scribbled it down, which are a series of C's and D's and E's and so on and so forth up to B's. Here it is now, and I'll let you know that capitals represents a note in the higher octave. I'll kill myself today over making the jpg images, however.

Naturally the song is sung/played quickly and merrily. The tune is the same throughout the whole song, save the final chorus but I don't have my notebook with me and it's slipped my mind.

c a g f d c c c d c d e f
for
Come all you lads and lassies and listen for awhile.

c a g f d c c c c d c d e f
for
I'll sing to you a verse or two and try to make you smile.

c C C C a C C C a g f a D C
for
But if instead you weep with grief, do not be ashamed

C a a a g f c c c - d c d e f
for
for others who have heard this song wept, more than can be named.

c c c c C - a a g f
for
Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

I really will work on those jpg images today so it can be seen which notes go with which words!

As for wav files, this computer I'm currently working on doesn't have a mic but I do believe another one does and I could transfer the files to different computers. I wouldn't mind playing the tin whistle and putting it on the wav file and I suppose I could sing but it's rather likely a fit of shyness will take me and I'll hesitate.

I suppose I could attempt to play the tin whistle and then sing and put the two together...... I'll PM you about it, though, and let you know what I can manage!

littlemanpoet · 04-14-2004, 06:50 PM

I sang it! I did, I did. Helen can promise you that I know how. I almost did the same thing to her on YIM that you put on this thread. What a lively tune!

mark12_30 · 04-14-2004, 08:12 PM

littlemanpoet is ahead of meee!

I tried but wasn't sure of a few things-- Is the little c the root of the scale and the big C the octave above it and the other notes in between? Does the initial 'a' go down from the c or up? And is it in the key of c? or a minor? I'll be glad of the whistle version. Like I said, lmp is ahead of me this time!

At lmp's prompting the Rohan group has moved forward another day (to morning of Dec 14.) As always posts can be inserted if need be. Ædegard doesn't dare ask Amroth to open the morning's game-- so who's next, Ædegard or Liornung? Or Bellyn?

Speaking of Bellyn, she shyly mentioned the Lay of Nimrodel after her opening song, and I had a mental image of the Valar (Mandos and Lorien) clapping their hands over Amroth's ears as she said it. I guess we'll say that Amroth was temporarily distracted by Valarish interference.

However, Ædegard, Bellyn, and Liornung please feel free to discuss it. The topic will come up, repeatedly I'm sure; but the Valar are not allowing Amroth to "remember" the intervening 1000 years, and he will always (always) draw a blank about them. He thinks the storm was a few months ago, and he doesn't remember his swim to shore very well (for instance that it was ill-fated.) He doesn't quite relate that to the dreams.

Alaklondewen, this will be a challenge for Erebemlin to deal with. Osanwe will convince Amroth that Erebemlin isn't pulling a fast one on him; but Amroth won't grasp the significance of the 1000-year gap. He'll just keep saying that he has to find her. His stubborness and Valar-driven mental block will seem like stupidity at times, or perhaps worse.

04-13-2004, 03:31 PM	#1
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Thankies for all the reference pages, Helen! And, you're a sly one, asking Bellyn to sing... I'll get a post and song up tonight, since it's my night off!! (YAY!) -Aylwen __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.

04-13-2004, 04:39 PM	#2
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	Posts for Liornung littlemanpoet, I've worked out a couple posts. It would do me a great honor if you placed them below two posts of your own which I have specified. They are as follows: ------------------------------------ under your post #82...... ------------------------------------ "The tale of it?" Liornung blushed slightly but it was clear he was more than eager to tell. "What you have said is true... the Bards of Rohan have rarely put rhyme in their verse and their great songs have been sung without. Yet I learned the art of song not from one of Rohan but from a wandering minstrel of Gondor who always sang in rhyme. Indeed, this fiddle is his that he left me, and 'twas he who first named me Liornung. The name my mother and father gave to me is Sarig, but I do forbid anyone to call me thus." And, a twinkle in his eye, he looked at each member of the company in turn. "Yes, indeed, it is a name to avoid! But as I was saying before, it was that wandering minstrel who brought me to sing in rhyme. He sang for me a lovely song. He was not as I am. You see, he had a lover in Gondor waiting for him, and I have never fallen in love and don't fully intend to. He was fair eight and thirty years when he first passed through my land and stayed at my father's home, when I was but a lad. He spoke to me a little of her, calling her fairest and dearest, her heart the sweetest and kindest, and though I daresay now all say so much of their lover's, as Amroth would surely say of his, I have rarely seen a man love as that minstrel loved his Gondor maid. He would often describe her to me in a verse, saying: "Dear are her charms to me, dearer her laughter free, dearest her constancy. "She was of Rohan though he had brought her to Gondor to wait for him at his mother's home. He would have married her long before that time but he could not bring himself to lay aside his roaming just yet. He did tell me once, however, that two years forward he would abandon all roads, build a little home, and take her for his wife. I have not heard of him since, but I pray the two of them are happily wed." He paused a moment before continuing, and his voice was quieter when he spoke again. "Once I heard him singing a song he had written to her, though he did not know I was closeby. It was a charming little song, very simple, but full of such love and devotion. I heard it only once yet it has ever been in my mind. It ran thus: "Do you see yon bonnie minstrels as they go along a-trippin' and a-skippin' to the lilt of their song? And, lassie, they sing a song for thee so jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me. A minstrel's fare is poor if his songs do not please but if hunger faced us I should love you 'fore life ceased and with my dying breath I would take you on my knee and I would tell you truly how much I loved thee. But if my songs should pleased and bring us some food still I'd love you as ever a man could and I'd play you a tune 'neath some shady tree. So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me. And if there came children a home they should not lack. I'd set aside my songs and take my fiddle from my back and I should love them however many there may be. So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me. And when, my darling girl, we are both frail and old and your hair turned to white and lost its lovely gold, though youth had with time decayed still I would love thee. So jump up, bonnie girl, and come along with me. ------------------------------------ under your post #87 ------------------------------------ Liornung's eyes travelled over the campsite and he nodded in satisfaction. "'Tis a lovely place to camp, and I am amazed at the feel of the very air, which speaks of Éomer and his company even better than the song you have sung, good Ædegard. I do not mean, of course," he added, his voice hasty and confused, "that the song was not worthy of the place." "I do think you are correct," Ædegard reassured him. "Not all things can be put into song. The song spoke of this place, yet this place is this place." "That is," Liornung said, "quite right." He picked up his fiddle with a little smile upon his face. "I'm going to sing a happy little song for you. I have sung too much, I fear, of lost loves and faraway loves and longing loves, things that bring woe and sorrow. What about loves that are there and happily content?" And so he picked up a merry tune and began to sing. Come all you lads and lassies and listen for awhile. I'll sing to you a verse or two and try to make you smile. But if instead you weep with grief, do not be ashamed for others who have heard this song wept, more than can be named. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. There was lad who rode out one fair and pleasant day. From Rohan and to Gondor he carelessly did stray. He had no mind for love or any lassies fair till he met a maid, soft was her smile, dark was her hair. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. "Oh lassie fair of Gondor, do come away with me, mount your horse and take my hand and come to my country. I'll give you all you wish for and sweet home and rover though I am for you I'll cease to roam. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. "Oh lad with the golden hair, truly I love you but if I went away what would my poor sick father do?" "Oh take him lassie, take him if you'll come with me. I'll give you all you ask for, no want will come to ye. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. The lad left and the lassie followed with her father ill. They built a house and she truly loved him with a will. I've told you a happy tale of a young rover and how he won the heart of the fair maid of Gondor. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. Fal-la-do-la-dee-la-fal-do-lay. As he ended his song he threw back his head and laughed. "Before any of you speak of it, I do know that my songs are often of wandering rovers and their fair maids, but in all truth so seldom am I in one place for a long time that the only romances I know of are those of the road. Yet I do know of a poor peasant lad who married a poor peasant lass he had loved all his life. I will put the tale into verse a sing it for you on the morrow." ------------------------------------ Thank ye kindly! __________________ In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

04-14-2004, 04:41 AM	#4
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	All right, lmp, I'll think of something... ruminate, ruminate.... (uh-oh, that's not phrench, is it? Must celticize.) Aylwen, clever choice of songs-- and classy adaptation! It's a rare song, you sure know where to look to find good ones! Nuru-- tunes, babe, we need TUNES! How about wav files? Does your computer have a mic? (And I still owe your wee hobbit some mp3s... the days are too short.) __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.

04-14-2004, 12:40 PM	#5
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	Aylwen, quite a lovely song! Did you write it or adapt it? If the latter, where can I find the original words? It's taken my fancy, I must admit, and I've never heard it before. Helen, as for tunes I have quite a few tunes for Liornung's song, yet the problem is that they're songs that he hasn't yet sung in either Friends of Nimrodel or at the White Horse. I'm putting together a book of his tunes with lyrics and I'm working on jpg files that will have the tunes though it is very basic and you won't be able to find 4/4 measures or 3/4 measures specified or the like. I'll probably put up a website if you really are interested that will have those lyrics and the tuen jpg images. I do have a tune worked out for the Fair Maid of Gondor song he just recently performed for the company, but I can only give it to you the way I scribbled it down, which are a series of C's and D's and E's and so on and so forth up to B's. Here it is now, and I'll let you know that capitals represents a note in the higher octave. I'll kill myself today over making the jpg images, however. Naturally the song is sung/played quickly and merrily. The tune is the same throughout the whole song, save the final chorus but I don't have my notebook with me and it's slipped my mind. c a g f d c c c d c d e f for Come all you lads and lassies and listen for awhile. c a g f d c c c c d c d e f for I'll sing to you a verse or two and try to make you smile. c C C C a C C C a g f a D C for But if instead you weep with grief, do not be ashamed C a a a g f c c c - d c d e f for for others who have heard this song wept, more than can be named. c c c c C - a a g f for Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. I really will work on those jpg images today so it can be seen which notes go with which words! As for wav files, this computer I'm currently working on doesn't have a mic but I do believe another one does and I could transfer the files to different computers. I wouldn't mind playing the tin whistle and putting it on the wav file and I suppose I could sing but it's rather likely a fit of shyness will take me and I'll hesitate. I suppose I could attempt to play the tin whistle and then sing and put the two together...... I'll PM you about it, though, and let you know what I can manage! __________________ In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

04-14-2004, 08:12 PM	#7
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Fiddle de dum and fiddle dee dee! littlemanpoet is ahead of meee! I tried but wasn't sure of a few things-- Is the little c the root of the scale and the big C the octave above it and the other notes in between? Does the initial 'a' go down from the c or up? And is it in the key of c? or a minor? I'll be glad of the whistle version. Like I said, lmp is ahead of me this time! At lmp's prompting the Rohan group has moved forward another day (to morning of Dec 14.) As always posts can be inserted if need be. Ædegard doesn't dare ask Amroth to open the morning's game-- so who's next, Ædegard or Liornung? Or Bellyn? Speaking of Bellyn, she shyly mentioned the Lay of Nimrodel after her opening song, and I had a mental image of the Valar (Mandos and Lorien) clapping their hands over Amroth's ears as she said it. I guess we'll say that Amroth was temporarily distracted by Valarish interference. However, Ædegard, Bellyn, and Liornung please feel free to discuss it. The topic will come up, repeatedly I'm sure; but the Valar are not allowing Amroth to "remember" the intervening 1000 years, and he will always (always) draw a blank about them. He thinks the storm was a few months ago, and he doesn't remember his swim to shore very well (for instance that it was ill-fated.) He doesn't quite relate that to the dreams. Alaklondewen, this will be a challenge for Erebemlin to deal with. Osanwe will convince Amroth that Erebemlin isn't pulling a fast one on him; but Amroth won't grasp the significance of the 1000-year gap. He'll just keep saying that he has to find her. His stubborness and Valar-driven mental block will seem like stupidity at times, or perhaps worse. __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.

04-13-2004, 08:59 PM	#3
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Glad to oblige, Nurumaiel! Great songs! I kind of felt like we might have already passed the Entwash and the Mounds, but it's an important spot for Ædegard, being a born and bred Rohirrim, having drunk and gobbled the stories and songs of the War of the Ring that he was almost to young to remember. Anyway, I'm really enjoying this poem and song fest! Great stuff! Um, Helen's turn, isn't it?

04-14-2004, 06:50 PM	#6
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	I sang it! I did, I did. Helen can promise you that I know how. I almost did the same thing to her on YIM that you put on this thread. What a lively tune!