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03-07-2004, 02:09 PM | #81 | |
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I came across, once upon a merry moon the website of a group of musicians called the Tolkien Ensemble. I don't know if they have set the Rhyme of the Rings but it would strike me as strange if they haven't. Check them out here
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03-08-2004, 07:30 PM | #82 |
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why, all the hobbit songs/poems, of course. especially the one that frodo sings in the prancing pony in FOTR.
~humming to the wall~
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03-21-2004, 06:27 PM | #83 |
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i agree with THe Barrow Wight about the main rhyme. but i also like the song the goblins sing in the Hobbit when the Dwarves and Bilbo and gandalf are stuck in the trees
Fifteen birds in five fir tree Their feathers were fanned in the fiery breeze What funny little birds They have no wings Oh what shall we do With the funny little things?
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03-22-2004, 01:55 AM | #84 |
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Perry The Winkle
this one happens to be one of my favs too :
The Lonely Troll he sat on a stone and sang a mournful lay: 'O why, O why must I live on my own in the hills of Faraway? My folk are gone beyond recall and take no thought of me; alone I'm left, the last of all from Weathertop to the Sea'. 'I steal no gold, I drink no beer, I eat no kind of meat; but People slam their doors in fear, whenever they hear my feet. O how I wish that they were neat, and my hands were not so rough! Yet my heart is soft, my smile is sweet, and my cooking good enough.' 'Come, come!' he thought, 'this will not do! I must go and find a friend; a-walking soft I'll wander through the Shire from end to end'. Down he went, and he walked all night with his feet in boots of fur; to Delving he came in the morning light, when folk were just astir. He looked around, and who did he meet but old Mrs. Bunce and all with umbrella and basket walking the street; and he smiled and stopped to call: 'Good morning, ma'am! Good day to you! I hope I find you well?' But she dropped umbrella and basket too, and yelled a frightful yell. Old Pott the Mayor was strolling near; when he heard that awful sound, he turned all purple and pink with fear, and dived down underground. The Lonely Troll was hurt and sad: 'Don't go!' he gently said, but old Mrs. Bunce ran home like mad and hid beneath her bed. The Troll went on to the market-place and peeped above the stalls; the sheep went wild when they saw his face, and the geese flew over the walls. Old Farmer Hogg he spilled his ale, Bill Butcher threw a knife, and Grip his dog, he turned his tail and ran to save his life. The old Troll sadly sat and wept outside the Lockholes gate, and Perry-the-Winkle up he crept and patted him on the pate. 'O why do you weep, you great big lump? You're better outside than in!' He gave the Troll a friendly thump, and laughed to see him grin. 'O Perry-the-Winkle boy', he cried, 'come, you're the lad for me! Now if you're willing to take a ride, I'll carry you home to tea'. He jumped on his back and held on tight, and 'Off you go!' said he; and the Winkle had a feast that night, and sat on the old Troll's knee. There were pikelets, there was buttered toast, and jam, and cream, and cake, and the Winkle strove to eat the most, though his buttons all should break. The kettle sang, the fire was hot, the pot was large and brown, and the Winkle tried to drink the lot, in tea though he should drown. When full and tight were coat and skin, they rested without speech, till the old Troll said: 'I'll now begin the baker's art to teach, the making of beautiful cramsome bread, of bannocks light and brown; and then you can sleep on a heather-bed with pillows of owlets' down'. 'Young Winkle, where've you been?' they said. 'I've been to a fulsome tea, and I feel so fat, for I have fed on cramsome bread', said he. 'But where, my lad, in the Shire was that? Or out in Bree?' said they. But Winkle he up and answered flat: 'I aint a-going to say'. 'But I know where', said Peeping Jack, 'I watched him ride away: he went upon the old Troll's back to the hills of Faraway'. Then all the People went with a will, by pony, cart, or moke, until they came to a house in a hill and saw a chimney smoke. They hammered upon the old Troll's door. 'A beautiful cramsome cake O bake for us, please, or two, or more; O bake!' they cried, 'O bake!' 'Go home, go home!' the old Troll said. 'I never invited you. Only on Thursdays I bake my bread, and only for a few'. 'Go home! Go home! There's some mistake. My house is far too small; and I've no pikelets, cream, or cake: the Winkle has eaten all! You Jack, and Hogg, old Bunce and Pott I wish no more to see. Be off! Be off now all the lot! The Winkle's the boy for me!' Now Perry-the-Winkle grew so fat through eating of cramsome bread, his weskit bust, and never a hat would sit upon his head; for Every Thursday he went to tea, and sat on the kitchen floor, and smaller the old Troll seemed to be, as he grew more and more. The Winkle a Baker great became, as still is said in song; from the Sea to Bree there went the fame of his bread both short and long. But it weren't so good as the cramsome bread; no butter so rich and free, as Every Thursday the old Troll spread for Perry-the-Winkle's tea. I would not mind some good bakery meself (though one'd have to have a lot of excersie (fresh air and what not) to stay same shape as one finds oneself in currently, and not to acquire, say, outlines of a pear, seemingly, what with troll bread obviously being very rich in carbohydrate department)
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03-22-2004, 03:09 PM | #85 |
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As of recently, I have a new favorite - I don't know if it counts but I really like the Lay of Leithian. A little bit too long to post here, but my favorite lines are:
And thus in anguish Beren paid for that great doom upon him laid, the deathless love of Luthien, too fair for love of mortal men; and in his doom was Luthien snared, the deathless in his dying shared; and fate them forged a binding chain of living love and mortal pain. |
03-22-2004, 03:28 PM | #86 |
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One I've always liked is this, from Of Beren and Luthien
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, Luthien Tinuviel 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 Luthien for a time should be. Saying this, I love just about all the poems in LotR and the Sil.
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03-22-2004, 05:00 PM | #87 |
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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 eldar days before the fall Of mighty kings in Nargothrond And Gondolin, who now beyond The Western sea 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 rof and wilver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of the 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-Dûm. But still the sunken star appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin awakes again from sleep. this poem always conveyed the sadness of those forgotten halls to me away |
03-23-2004, 10:29 AM | #88 | ||
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Zoe + Doug, you would love the 'Use well the days' song by Annie Lennox that uses the words from Frodo's last song you mention above. Mark12_30 found a link to an mpeg version of the song. It's quite brilliant. http://lotrscrapbook.bookloaf.net/ref/menu.html
Hannah, BBC Radio's adaptation of LOTR has some great music to Sam's song, In Western Lands beneath the Sun. Have a listen (if you get the new cd version it has a cd of all the songs seperatly) Volraphion, the Fall of Gil-Galad song that Sam recites that you mention above goes like this: Quote:
but finally, who could forget Frodo's poem about the old man in a battered hat........ Quote:
PS No, I don't work for BBC Radio or take any cut in their profits!!! Last edited by Essex; 03-23-2004 at 10:33 AM. |
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03-23-2004, 02:20 PM | #89 |
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do u know where i could get the poem, a recording that is, the only possible palce i can think of finding it is kazaa and i only want to use that as a last resort.
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03-24-2004, 11:27 AM | #90 |
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amazon.co.uk are doing the whole bbc adaptation for £50......
I think I have an mpeg creater bit of software on my pc. I'll try to copy the poem using that and send it to you, but don't hold your breath! |
03-24-2004, 01:03 PM | #91 |
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thanks ex and if u cant get it ill just download the full version and do a bit of slicing and pasting but if you could get it you would be in my debt for an age
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03-24-2004, 01:33 PM | #92 |
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Folks, we don't support or condone illegal file sharing, so please discuss that type of things offline. Thanks.
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03-24-2004, 02:05 PM | #93 |
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my apologies barrow consider it deader than the cat from the postmen always rings twice, but back to the topic at hand I have found another poem thats to my liking it is a section of the lay of luthien that is in the silmarillion its about the contest between sauron and felagund.
He chanted a song of wizardry, Of piercing, opening, of treachery, Revealing, uncovering, betraying. Then sudden Felagund thre swaying, Sang in answer a song of staying, Resisting, battling against power, Of secrets kept, strength like a tower, And trust unbroken, freedom, escape; Of changing and of shifting shape, Of snares eluded, broken traps, The prison opening, the chain that snaps. Backwards and forwards swayed their song. Reeling and foundering, as ever mroe strong The chanting swelled, Felagund fought, And all the magic and might be brought Of Elvenesse into his words. Softly in the gloom they heard the birds Singing afar in Nargothrond, The sighing of the Sea beyond, Beyond the western world, on sand, On sand of pearls in Elvenland. 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 his throne. |
03-24-2004, 03:24 PM | #94 |
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Nim's back!
Yeah, sorry. Most likely none of you have seen me before, but I've been away from the downs for a while and I'm just SO glad to be back!!!
First of all a little promotion: The Tolkien Ensemble are a great group! On their newest cd they have Christopher Lee to sing some of the songs, and yes he recites (is that a word in English?) the 'main' poem... I think they have a song version of it too, but I'm not sure. I'd definetly recommend the group! Oh, and then of course there's another plus: THEY'RE DANISH!!! Okay, on to the important part My fave poem is with out doubt this one: Legolas' 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 for ever! If someone has alredy posted this, I'm sorry. I didn't read it all through... Actually I'm so crazy about that poem that I once read it about 15 times in a row, it made me so sad I sat down and wrote a poem myself... one of the few of my poems I actually like That's all for me now
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05-08-2004, 11:16 AM | #95 |
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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 awaken And the halfling forth shall stand. Ai, laurié lantar lassi súrinen Yéni únótimé ve rámar aldaron! Yeni ve linté yuldar avánier mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva Andúné pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni ómaryo airetári-lirinen. Si man i yulma nin enquantuva? An sí Tintallé Varda Oioosséo ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortané ar ilyé tier undulávé lumbulé; ar sindanóriello caita mornié i falmalinnar imbé met, ar hísié untúpa Calaciryo míri oialé. Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárié! Nai hiruvalyé Valimar. Nai elyé hiruva. Namárié! |
05-08-2004, 11:38 AM | #96 | |
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Well, if anybody wants to hear Tolkien himself recite an Elvish poem, here it is. It's this poem from LotR, in case anybody can't be bothered to find it for themselves.
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrien! Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron, yéni ve lintë yuldar vánier mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva Andún&eunl; pella Vardo tellumar nu luini yasse tintilar i eleni ómaryo airetáti-lírinen. Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva? An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë, ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë; ar sindanóriello caita mornië i falmalinnar imbe met, ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë. Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië! It translates to: Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me? For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell! Myself, I rather like the Ring poem, and this one: Quote:
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