LOTR and your favourite song/s-poems-laments

I think the LOTR soundtracks are awesome. Really, really great pieces of music. Favourites for the moment:

FOTR disc:

- The prophecy
- Concerning hobbits
- A knife in the dark
- The bridge of Khazad Dum (mighty in the beginning, incredibly sad at end)
- Amon Hen (this is one of the greatest pieces of music I have ever heard.. So much feelings, emotion.. Awesome!

TTT disc:

- Foundations of stone (hell yeah, quite mighy, huh?)
- Evenstar (incredibly emotional..)
- The forbidden pool (theme from Amon Hen again, in the end of song..)
- Isengard Unleashed (Ben Del Maestro's voice is incredibly! It's he who's singing those tunes when Gimli goes up to blow in the horn of Helm, and when the ents goes out for their last war)
- Gollum's song (Emiliana Torrini is great.. "You are lost.. You can never go home.."😉

ROTK disc:

- A storm is coming (awesome title, awesome music! Really great! How beautiful!)
- Hope and memory (also very good. Was my favourite on the Rotk soundtrack before I started to like "A storm is coming" more. 😉 )
- The steward of Gondor (the sequence in the film is one of the greatest that ever has been done in film history, and this "song" is soooo god damn good!)
- Twilight and shadow (like Evenstar, this one's also emotional)
- The fields of the Pelennor (how mighty can a song be? Not mightier than this one..)
- The grey heavens (also a very good piece of music.. sad, fits perfectly in the movie)

Howard Shore has said the have about 12 hours of unpublished music.. I want that music!

So.. that was my first post here. 🙂

M inas Morgul, Shelob's Lair, Evenstar, The Return of the King and The Breaking of the Fellowship.

All of those re my all time favourite ones from the soundtrack.

Songs/laments in the book: Bilbo's 'I sit beside the fire and think' song that he recites in The Ring Goes South. Also, the song of Luthien and Beren is great!

COUGH FIRST PAGE COUGH

mine is a knife in the dark, but i dont think it has any words in it

the song frodo sings in the fotr in the book any way

There was an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he runs his bow,
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks and ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.

The also keep a hrned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music thurn her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance among the green.

And O! the row of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

The Man on the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat begain to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and the rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air,

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
"The white horses of the Moon,
'They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits
and the Sun'll be rising soon!"

So the cat in his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He sqeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shooke the Man in the Moon:
It's after three' he said

They rolled the man slowly up the hill
and bundled him in to the moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear
And the cow came capering like a deer
and a sidh ran up with the spoon

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle:
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads:
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor

With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon
And the little dog laughed to see such fun
And the saturday dish went off at a fund
with the silver Sunday Soiin,

The round Moon rolled hehind the hill
as the sun raised up her head
She hardley belived her fiery eyes;
fore thought is was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!

wow that was longer then i thought it was going to be

... which is a longer version of the nursery rhyme

Hey! diddle, diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon;
the little dog laughed
to see such craft
and the dish ran away with the spoon.

😄 😄 😄

I also love this one

The world 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 shown forever far and bright.

There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was bladed and bound was hilt;
The delver mined the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
And metel wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in horde.

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-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep...

*fixes forum*

Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three
what brought they from the foundered land
over the flowing Sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one White Tree

😊 lovely poem ✅

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... 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

("He chanted a song of wizardry" - singing competition of Sauron and Finrod Felagund in Tol-i-Ngaurhoth)

i have such a lovely singing voice 🙂

if you say so 😂

would you like me to sing for you 😛
i will pick a song, sing it, talk randomly...then post it here 😛

nah it's ok sauron lol

well if you insist i will do it!

not singing though that was a joke i will talk so you can all hear me 🙂

I'm thinking of writing melodies for the songs of Tolkien... what does anyone else think? Should I be shot? 😇

no, just do it!

sauron we meet again