erm, my favourite poem? I will have to get back to you about that
can it be songs too? as I love Mr Tom's songs
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"In the year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields at Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom."
Wasn't it "what brought THEY from the foundERed land"?
but it's also one of my favourites
I also love the poem of the Fall of Gil-Galad -
Gil-galad was an Elven-king
Of him the harpers sadly sing
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
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.
Another interesting poem is Legolas' Song of the Sea - ...Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling? ...
...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...
The Rohirric songs are all brilliant, for example [...]Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
or
Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking
Now for wrath! Now for ruin! And a red nightfall!...
My fav poem though is I think the Lay of the Children of Húrin (from the Lays of Beleriand); wonderfully told, amazing details and moving descriptions ~ and a tragic main character
Same goes for the Laments for Boromir ^^
Song of Khazad-dűm is also great, and the "From dark Dunharrow"-one
A lot too many to name them all or choose just one of them...
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 the throne
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"In the year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields at Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom."
1. 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 waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand.
2. Funeral Lament for King Theoden Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
He rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
Over death, over dread, over doom lifted
Out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.
3. Bilbo's song I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been:
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But while I sit and think
of times that were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door
4. And of course, this one. I just love it so much. All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadow shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken.
The crownless again shall be king.
I like this one:
Oh, you can seacrh far and wide
You can drink the whole town dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we drink in our hometown
You can drink your fancy ales
You can drink 'em by the flagon
But the only brew for the brave and true
Comes from the Green Dragon
Ilú Ilúvatar en káre eldain a firimoin
ar antarota mannar Valion: númessier.
Toi aina, mána, meldielto -- enga Mórion:
Talantie. Mardello Melko lende: Márie.
Eldain en kárier Isil, nan Hildin úr-Anar:
Toi irimar. Ilqain en antar annar lestanen
Ilúvataren. Ilu vanya, fanyar, eari,
I-mar, ar ilqa ímen. Írima ye Númenor.
Nan úye sére indo-ninya símen ullume
ten sí ye tyelma, yéva tyel ar iNarqelion
íre ilqa yéva nótina, hostainieva, yallume
anata úva táre farea, úfarea!
Man táre antáva nin Ilúvatar, Ilúvatar,
Enyáre Tar I-Tyel, Íre Anarinya Qeluva?
not sure if the poem is correct like this though I like it nevertheless
Sung by Fíriel in the Lost Road afair.
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It's Quenya, or a kinda oldfashioned version of it (old in the sense of "early form of the invented quenya", not early in the history of arda)
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(for the difference of the languages - there are some obvious things, like there is no Qu/Q in Sindarin and as the beginnings of words are often mutated when consonantal, you rarely find non-mutated beginnings, that would for example be "hard" (voiceless) plosives like t, p, c/k; they are a lot more common in Quenya.
On the other hand, Quenya doesn't have dh, gh, th [not anymore in the third-age-quenya] etc or no g, d, b except in combination with r, l or a nasal [exceptions in ?valinorean quenya, like in the word "alduDénie" which is quenya] - the words also never end with consonants except for n, d, t, s, r, l while in sindarin consonantal endings are quite usual / more common than vocalic ones.
Generally, Quenya sounds a lot harder and clearer and somehow nobler than Sindarin which is more flowing. If you read some texts in both languages, youl soon see the difference )
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SO beautiful... so sad... wonderful text
(translation of a part of the Elbereth-poem, right? "o queen beyond the western seas, [o] light to us that wander [here] amid the world of woven trees...")
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Gender: Female Location: lost with Dom on the island
here are my faves:
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread.
Through shadow, to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade,
All shall fade, all shall... fade.
Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth,
I walk in the south,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old and tall.
If ever you'd meet me,
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true.
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.
Oh, you can seacrh far and wide
You can drink the whole town dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we drink in our hometown
You can drink your fancy ales
You can drink 'em by the flagon
But the only brew for the brave and true
Comes from the Green Dragon
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet,
And whither then I cannot say.
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Last edited by szhismine on Jun 27th, 2004 at 03:44 PM
i like
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadow shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken.
The crownless again shall be king.
and the one that Gimli Aragorn n Legolas sing when Boromir has died n they are putting him in the river.....its sad...but i like it....
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Jun 24th, 2004 02:00 AM
I like it nevertheless 
