Grieg for Gimli, Schumann for Saruman

This posting has also been sent to 'Song Parodies', but as it is a classical number, I will include it here too, complete with MIDI link so as to follow the text:

Midi link:

http://www.aria-database.com/sounds/...09_non_piu.mid

SCENE: RIVENDELL
The Fellowship are about to depart and send the ring south.
Elrond wishes them farewell with this rousing aria, with the melody taken from 'The Marriage of Figaro' by Mozart.


ELROND

(addressing ARAGORN)

Sheathe your sword, hit the road, go on, leave us!
Say goodbye to the Elves and Imladris.
Though I know that your hurting is grievous,
March away anyway without fear!
Though I know that your hurting is grievous,
March away anyway without fear!

(addressing LEGOLAS, GIMLI and BOROMIR)

No more rancour between your races

Put your weapons through their paces

Have your bows and axes tempered
Have your daggers for the Orcs
Have your daggers for the Orcs

(Sheathe your sword... you must leave us ...
sheathe your sword .. you must leave us ...,
march away)

(addressing the HOBBITS)
Say goodbye to the inns in the Shire now,
No more gardens or Cider with Rosie,
All your hearts must be full of new fire now,
as the Ring makes its way to Mount Doom.
All your hearts must be full of new fire now,
as the Ring makes its way to Mount Doom.

(addressing GIMLI and LEGOLAS)
You, a Dwarf, all drunk and swearing,
hew down Uruks, prove your daring,

You, an Elf-prince,
keep on firing
with your arrows,
never tiring.
It's an honour-
defend the West now,
but alas, no hope of rest now!
(no hope of rest now, no hope of rest now)

(addressing the HOBBITS)
'Stead of pints at the Green Dragon,
You'll be marching without flagging!

(addressing the FELLOWSHIP)
Gaining courage, with that training,
When it's sunny, when it's raining,
You'll have many perils pressing,
Though I know you'll brook no messing
I will give my final blessing,
Speed ye on towards Mordor !

(Sheathe your sword ... you must leave us ...
sheathe your sword ... you must leave us ...
sheathe your sword ... you must leave us ...
sheathe your sword, march away)

(Addressing ARAGORN)
Act the King, play the role you were born for
Say goodbye to your days as a Ranger.
For the sake of the memory of Gondor,
For the future of all Middle-Earth !
For the sake of the memory of Gondor,
For the future of all Middle-Earth !

Elessar, go on to glory,
as the monarch of Gondor !

Elessar, go on to glory,
as the monarch of Gondor !
as the monarch of Gondor !
as the monarch of Gondor !