write your favourite lotr songs poems or laments...from book or movie...
The Old Walking Song
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.
The Riddle of Strider
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 shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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.
The Ents' Marching Song
To Isengard! Through Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone;
Through Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone,
We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door;
For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars -- we go to war!
To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we come, we come;
To Isengard with doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!
Legolas's 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 forever!
Lament for the Rohirrim
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?
Théoden's Battle Cry
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
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!
Éomer's Song
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!
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the song of Denethor.'
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'
Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still around the corner we may meet
A sudden standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!
Still around the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run,
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn and nut and sloe
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And to bed! And then to bed!
Et Earello Endorenna utulien.
Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn'
Ambar-metta!
ENGLISH:
Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come.
In this place will I abide, and my heirs,
unto the ending of the world.
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 shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Bilbo's Last Song (At the Grey Havens)
Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.
Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.
Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!
And last but not the least, the infamous:
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.
Gender: Male Location: The Faroe Islands - Thorshavn
Those are good, this one is god too
Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!
West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree
Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old.
O proud walls! White towers! O winged crown and throne of gold!
O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree,
Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?
Aragorns verses-
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows Trî Rochann or lô a parth ias i thar and gala
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes. I Hûl Annûn tôl badol, a bâd osraim.
“What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight? “Man siniath uin Annûn, A sûl reviol, tegil enni nef fuin hen?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?” Cennil Boromir i Dond nu Ithil egor nu ‘ilgalad?”
“I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey; Cennin hon rochol or sîr odog, or nîn laind a mith;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away Cennin hon padol mi nýr lyst, nalú ho palan-'wannant
In the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more, Min dúath Forod. Hon achennin allú,
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.” I Hûl Forod poll lastad i rom en ion Denethor.”
“O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar; “A Boromir! Uin raim vraind na nûn palan-dirnin;
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.” Dan ú-dellil uin nýr lyst ias aledain dorthar.”
Legolas' verses-
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones; Uin ethir Aear i Hûl Harad revia, uin dund lith ah i ngynd;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans. Côl i nallaid in gwael, a nan annon câr thlyss.
“What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? “Man siniath uin Harad, A sûl thlossol, tegil enni ned aduial?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.” Si ias Boromir i Bain? Ho dartha ah im naer.”
“Ask not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie “Avo ambedo nin ias ho dortha ~ aes evyr ennas caedar
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky; Buin felais fain ah i felais dhuir di menel alagosen;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea. Pin-evyr bennir dad Anduin hired Aear hiriol.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!” Ambedo i Hûl Forod as siniath o hyn i Hûl Forod dêg enni!”
“O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south, “A Boromir! Athan i annon i ven-nan-aear bâd na charad,
you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.” Dan ú-dellil guin gwael nallol uin ethir en aear vith.”
Aragorn verses-
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls; Uin Annon Erain i Hûl Forod rocha, ah os lenthir vrui;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. A lim a ring os i vinas rom vrui hón cân.
“What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today? “Man siniath uin Forod, A sûl veleg, tegil enni ned aur hen?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.” Man siniath o Boromir i Beren? Ho bannen anann.”
“Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. “Di Amon Hen lastannen ganed hún. Ennas dagrant gyth evyr.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water brought. Thand dhrammen hún, magol narchannen hún, i nen hain tyngir.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; Dôl arod hún, thîr bain hún, rainc hún hy caidar na îdh;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.” A Rauros, Lenthir Rauros velthin, hon caedant a phalath ín.”
“O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze “A Boromir! Minas Tirith tiritha anuir na Forod
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.” Na Rauros, Lenthir Rauros velthin, nalú i vethed oer.”
Exa were those translations right?
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Thank you so much Eezy!!
I'm starting over, do not mistake me for my brother - he has left. Eezy has convinced me to come back, give him some credit.
Lol how shall I know but what I read (and understood ) seemed correct though Im also just learning Sindarin very slowly
I love especially the Rohirrim songs that were already posted -
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!
and
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?
and
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
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!
Legolas' Song is also cool... so sad
and the song of khazaddum -
The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dum.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
My really fave poems though are the Lay of Leithian and the Lay of the Children Of Húrin - i cant post the whole poem lol because the lay of leithian is over 4000 lines long... you can read parts here http://pixelmagic.dyndns.org/~carl/leithian.html
but here some extracs from both:
He chanted a song of wizardry,
Of piercing, opening, of treachory,
Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
Then sudden Felagund there swaying,
Sang in a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
Of changing and shifting shape,
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling foundering, as ever more strong
The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
And all the magic and might he brought
Of Elvenesse into his words.
Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
Singing afar in Nargothrond,
The sighting of the Sea beyond,
Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls on Elvenland.
Then in the doom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing
Beside the Sea, where the Nolder 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.
Beren's Farewell Song:
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here did lie
and here with lissom limbs did run
beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled
unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this-
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-
that Lúthien for a time should be.
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From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
with thane and captain rode Thengel's son:
to Edoras he came, the ancient halls
of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;
golden timbers were in gloom mantled.
Farewell he bade to his free people,
hearth and high-seat, and the hallowed places,
where long he had feasted ere the light faded.
Forth rode the king, fear behind him,
fate before him. Fealty kept he;
oaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.
Forth rode Théoden. Five nights and days
east and onward rode the Eorlingas
through Folde and Fenmarch and the Firienwood,
six thousand spears to Sunlending,
Mundburg the mighty under Mindolluin,
Sea-kings' city in the South-kingdom
foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on. Darkness took them,
horse and horseman; hoofbeats afar
sank into silence; so the songs tell us.
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*sing song voice*
Gil-galad was an elven king;
Of him the harpers sadly sing...
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Thank you so much Eezy!!
I'm starting over, do not mistake me for my brother - he has left. Eezy has convinced me to come back, give him some credit.
I loved the song in the movie when Galadriel, Gandalf, Frodo,.... etc. went sailing off. I don't know the words, and can hardly remember the tune of it, but I remember it won a Golden Globe, I think.
Lay down...
Your sweet and weary head...
Night is falling...
You've come to journey's end...
Sleep now...
And dream of the ones
That came before...
They are calling...
From across the distant shores...
Why do you weep?
All of these tears upon your face...
Soon you will see...
All of your fears will pass away...
Safe in my arms...
You're only sleeping...
What can you see?
Over the horizon...
Why do the white gulls call...
Across the sea...
A pale moon rises...
The ships have come to carry you home...
All will turn...
To silver glass...
A light on the water...
All souls burn...
Hope fades...
Into the world of night...
Through shadows falling...
Out of memory and time...
Don't say...
We have come now to the end...
White shores are calling...
You and I will meet again...
And you'll be here in my arms...
Just sleeping...
What can you see?
Over the horizon...
Why do the white gulls call...
Across the sea...
A pale moon rises...
The ships have come...
To carry you home...
And all will turn...
To silver glass...
A light on the water...
Grey ships pass...
Into the West...
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Thank you so much Eezy!!
I'm starting over, do not mistake me for my brother - he has left. Eezy has convinced me to come back, give him some credit.
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Thank you so much Eezy!!
I'm starting over, do not mistake me for my brother - he has left. Eezy has convinced me to come back, give him some credit.
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Thank you so much Eezy!!
I'm starting over, do not mistake me for my brother - he has left. Eezy has convinced me to come back, give him some credit.
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Feb 11th, 2004 08:18 PM
you suggesting suron was a bad guy 
..he was just...misunderstood
As for me, I loved all three soundtracks!!!!
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