Favorite Tolkien Poem/Song

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  1. Radagast

    Radagast Art House Member

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    Here's the thread for posting some of your favorite poems and or songs from Tolkiens Middle Earth. Keep in mind that this is only poems/songs out of the books, not the movies.

    Here's two of my all time favorites, the first from The Hobbit:


    Far over the Misty Mountains cold
    To dungeons deep and caverns old
    We must away ere break of day
    To seek the pale enchanted gold.
    The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
    While hammers fell like ringing bells
    In places deep, where dark things sleep,
    In hollow halls beneath the fells.
    For ancient king and elvish lord
    There many a gleaming golden hoard
    They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
    To hide in gems on hilt of sward.
    On silver necklaces they strung
    The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
    The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
    They meshed the light of moon and sun.
    Far over the misty mountains cold
    To dungeouns deep and caverns old
    We must away, ere break of day,
    To claim our long-forgotten gold.
    Goblets they carved there for themselves
    And harps of gold; where no man delves
    There lay they long, and many a song
    Was sung unheard by men or elves.
    The pines were roaring on the height,
    The winds were moaning in the night,
    The fire was red, it flaming spread;
    The trees like torches blazed with light.
    The bells were ringing in the dale
    And men looked up with faces pale;
    The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
    Laid low their towers and houses frail.
    The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
    The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
    They fled their hall to dying fall
    Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
    Far over the misty mountains grim
    To dungeons deep and caverns dim
    We must away, ere break of day,
    To win our harps and gold from him!
    Far over the misty mountains cold
    To dungeons deep and caverns old
    We must away, ere break of day,
    To find our long-forgotten gold.


    and the next from LotR, from the emotional Sam:


    In western lands beneath the Sun
    the flowers may rise in Spring,
    the trees may bud, the waters run,
    the merry finches sing.
    Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
    and swaying beeches bear
    the Elven-stars as jewels white
    amid their branching hair.

    Though here at journey's end I lie
    in darkness buried deep,
    beyond all towers strong and high,
    beyond all mountains steep,
    above all shadows rides the Sun
    and Stars for ever dwell:
    I will not say the Day is done,
    nor bid the Stars farewell.
     
  2. Strider

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    I like the song Frodo sang at the Prancing Pony

    There is 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 squaking 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 an ear at all the jests
    and laughs until he chokes.

    They also keep a horned cow
    as proud as any queen;
    But music turns her head like ale,
    And makes her wave her tufted tail
    and dance upon the green.

    And O! the rows 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 in the Moon was drinking deep,
    and the cat began 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 then 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 on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
    a jig that would wake the dead:
    He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
    While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
    'It's after three' he said.

    They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
    and bundled him into the Moon,
    While his horses galloped up in rear,
    And the cow came capering like a deer,
    and a dish 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 heads;
    and danced upon the flor.

    With a ping and a pong 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 run
    with the silver Sunday spoon.

    The round Moon rolled behind the hill
    as the Sun raised up her head.
    She* hardly believed her fiery eyes;
    For though it was day, to her surprise
    they all went back to bed!
     
  3. Glorfy_of_Imladris

    Glorfy_of_Imladris Mysterious Glorfy

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    Theodens poem..; if you can call it a poem..;

    Where is the horse and the rider
    Where is the horn that was blowing
    They have passed like rain on the mountains
    Like wind in the meadow
    Days have come down in the West
    Over the hills
    Into shadow
     
  4. Miriel

    Miriel My Preciousss

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    my favorite poems are these:

    the Drinking song:
    Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
    To heal my heart and drown my woe.
    Rain may fall and wind may blow,
    And many miles be still to go,
    But under a tall tree I will lie,
    And watch the clouds go sailing by.

    And this elvish poem:
    A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
    Silivren penna míriel
    o menel aglar elenath!
    Na-chaered palan-díriel
    O galadhremmin ennorath
    Fanuilos, le linnathon
    nef aear, sí nef aearon!
     
  5. Nienor

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    I love the song the Dwarves sing in the Hobbit when they're putting away Bilbo's dishes.

    Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
    Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
    That's what Bilbo Baggins hates-
    Smash the bottles and burn the corks!

    Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
    Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
    Leaves the bones on the bedroom mat!
    Splash the wine on every door!

    Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
    Pound them up with a thumping pole;
    And when you've finished, if any are whole,
    Send them down the hall to roll!

    That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
    So, carefully! carefully with the plates!
     
  6. Miriel

    Miriel My Preciousss

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    :) Hee...I forgot about that one. It always makes me smile because I can picture them trashing Bilbo's house and him crying
     
  7. Radagast

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    Durin's song is pretty good.


    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 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.
     
  8. Lady_of_Shalott

    Lady_of_Shalott Weaving the Magic Web

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    I like the poem that Gandlaf puts in his letter to Frodo, referring to Aragorn:


    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 waken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.
     
  9. Miriel

    Miriel My Preciousss

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    I never understood the line
    "From the ashes a fire shall awaken"
    Do they mean Anduril? Do they mean Sauron? Do they mean the Witchking's death?
     
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    If you think about how a fire can be started. Smoldering ashes can be ignited to light into flames.

    A good analogy would be that the line of Isildur has been slumbering like a fire of mostly ashes, and Aragorn rises up and becomes like a flame again.
     
  11. Miriel

    Miriel My Preciousss

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    ohhh....me and my innocent childishness :p
     
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    I always thought it was a reference to the Pheonix. You know how it would burn itself into ashes and then be reborn from its own ashes. The line of kings died...and Aragorn will cause the line of kings to be reborn
     
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    A poem about Gandalf by Frodo

    He stood upon the bridge alone and fire and shadow both defied
    His staff was broken on the stone in khazadum his wisdom died.

    Tell me if you recognize this

    Down they fell through fathoms deep
    Gandalf and the shadow flame
    Up they climbed the endless stair so steep
    Then upon the mount he smote Durins bane.

    Through this deed he now had earned new title and apparel brite
    No longer Gandalf Grey old and learned but Gandalf the shining white.
     
  14. Miriel

    Miriel My Preciousss

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    hmm...sounds familliar, what's it from?
     
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    I wrote the second and third parts about Gandalf syaing the balrog and becoming a white.
     
  16. Radagast

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    elvenblademaster: there's a writing forum, which would probably be more appropiate for your writings. This thread is only for poems and songs by JRRT.

    :)
     
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    Elvenblademaster New Member

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    Ya but you did'nt know if was or not did you?:D Thought it sounded familar eh!:banana:
     
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    Nah, that was miriel_lote ;) And not that I am saying its not bad either, just that it doesn't really belong in this thread.
     
  19. waenlotien

    waenlotien Healer/ Magicuser

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    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.
     
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    waenlotien Healer/ Magicuser

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    here is another i like:

    *********************************
    Still round the corner there may wait
    a new proad or a secret gate;
    and though I oft have passed them by,
    A day will come at last when I
    Shall take the hidden paths that run
    West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
    ~Sang by Frodo~
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    A! Elbereth Gilthiniel!
    silivren penna míriel
    o menel aglar elenath,
    Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
    We still remember, we who dwell
    In this far land beneath the trees
    The starlight on the Western Seas.
    ~sang by the Elves in return to Frodo's song~