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One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.

SONGS, VERSES, POEMS

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The Red Book.The Red Book contained a large number of verses. A few are included in the narrative of the Downfall of the Lord of the Rings (= Lord of the Rings). Also in the attached stories and chronicles. Many more are found on loose leaves, while some are written carelessly in margins and blank spaces. Of the last sort most are nonsense, now often unintelligible even when legible, or half-remembered fragments. (ATB p.7).

Songs, Verses, Poems in The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings.A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!, At Théoden's Death, Athelas, Bath Song, Bilbo's Song, Boromir's Riddle, Bregalad's Song, Burial Song of Théoden, Call-to-Arms of the Rohirrim, Chip the glasses, Clap! Snap! the black crack!, Down the swift dark stream you go, Drinking Song, Eagle's Song, Elbereth Gilthoniel, Ent and the Entwife, Ent's Marching Song, Éomer's Song, Fall of Gil-galad, Far over the Misty Mountains, Farewell Song of Merry and Pippin, Fifteen birds, Frodo's Inn Song, Galadriel's Lament, Galadriel's Message to Aragorn, Galadriel's Message to Legolas, Galadriel's Song of Eldamar, Gandalf's Riddle of the Ents, Gandalf's Song of Lórien, Gollum's Riddle, Gollum's Song, Hobbit's Battle Song, Lament for Boromir, Lament for Gandalf, Lament for the Rohirrim, Lament for Théoden, Lazy Lob and crazy Cob, Legolas's Song of the Sea, Long List of the Ents, Malbeth the Seer's Words, O! What are you doing, Old fat spider spinning in a tree!, Old Walking Song, Old Walking Song (2), Old Walking Song (3), Oliphaunt, Rhyme of Lore, Rhyme of the Troll, Riddle of Strider, Rings, Roads go ever on and on.Roll - roll - roll - roll, Sam's Song in the Orc-tower, Sing all ye joyful, Snowmane's Epitaph, Song in the Woods, Song of Beren and Lúthien, Song of Durin, Song of Eärendil, Song of Gondor, Song of Lebennin, Song of Nimrodel, Song of the Mounds of Mundburg, The dragon is withered, The King beneath the mountains, The Riddles of Bilbo and Gollum, The wind was on the withered heath, Théoden's Battle Cry, Tom Bombadil's Songs, Treebeard's Song, Under the Mountain, Walking Song, Walking Song (2),Warning of Winter, Wight's Chant. The HobbitChip the glasses, Far over the Misty Mountains, Clap! Snap! the black crack!,Down the swift dark stream you go, Fifteen birds, Lazy Lob and crazy Cob, O! What are you doing,Old fat spider spinning in a tree!, Roll - roll - roll - roll, Down the swift dark stream you go,The King beneath the mountains, Under the Mountain, The dragon is withered, The Riddles of Bilbo and Gollum, The wind was on the withered heath, Sing all ye joyful, Roads go ever on and on.

Fellowship of the RingBath Song, Bilbo's Song, Boromir's Riddle, Drinking Song, Elbereth, Gilthoniel Fall of Gil-galad, Farewell Song of Merry and Pippin, Frodo's Inn Song, Galadriel's Lament, Galadriel's Song of Eldamar, Lament for Gandalf, Old Walking Song, Rhyme of the Troll, Riddle of Strider, Rings, Song in the Woods, Song of Beren and Lúthien, Song of Durin, Song of Eärendil, Song of Nimrodel Tom Bombadil's Songs, Walking Song, Warning of Winter, Wight's Chant. Two TowersBregalad's Song, Call-to-Arms of the Rohirrim, Ent and the Entwife, Ent's Marching Song, Galadriel's Message to Aragorn, Galadriel's Message to Legolas, Gandalf's Riddle of the Ents, Gandalf's Song of Lórien, Gollum's Riddle, Gollum's Song, Lament for Boromir, Lament for the Rohirrim, Long List of the Ents, Oliphaunt, Rhyme of Lore, Song of Gondor, Treebeard's Song.

Return of the KingA! Elbereth Gilthoniel!, At Théoden's Death, Athelas, Burial Song of Théoden, Eagle's Song, Éomer's Song, Hobbit's Battle Song, Lament for Théoden, Legolas's Song of the Sea, Malbeth the Seer's Words, Old Walking Song (3), Sam's Song in the Orc-tower, Snowmane's Epitaph, Song of Lebennin, Song of the Mounds of Mundburg, Théoden's Battle Cry, Walking Song (2)

A ELBERETH GILTHONIEL. (S). LR1173. RO62-7. Elbereth Gilthoniel. (Samwise Gamgee). Elvenchant sung in Rivendell, of which only the first stanza is recorded. Each line is written in iambic tetrameter; the seven-line stanza rhymes aababcc. The song is a hymn of praise and prayer for aid addressed to Varda. It is subtitled aerlinn in Edhil o Imladris: "aerlinn of the Eldar of Rivendell". Aerlinn may be the mode of composition.A Elbereth Gilthoniel is an aerlinn (poem) of Rivendell addressed to Varda, sung in Sindarin and in iambic tetrameter. The first stanza (the only one known) rhymes aababcc. A Elbereth Gilthoniel- Silivren penna míriel- o menel aglar elenath!- Na-chaered palan-díriel- o galadhremmin Ennorath,- Fanuilos, le linnathon- nef aear, si nef Aearon. Which translates as O Elbereth Starkindler- (white) glittering slants down- sparkling like jewels- from [the] firmament [the] glory [of] the star-host!- To-remote distance far-having gazed - from [the] tree-tangled middle-lands,- Fanuilos, to thee I will chant- on this side of ocean, here on this side of the Great Ocean! The rest of it is not saved but it is possible that 'Oh Snowhite' is a Westron translation or variation of this aerlinn. A! Elbereth Gilthoniel! silivren penna miriel 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. ADVENTURES OF TOM BOMBADIL THE. A Buckland poem, written before the WR. See also RED BOOK OF WESTMARCH and WRITINGSATB01. LT1-276. RS493. TI501. Adventures of Tom Bombadil the ATB Poem no. 1. Bombadil goes boating ATB Poem no. 2.Errantry ATB Poem no. 3. Princess Mee ATB Poem no. 4. Man in the Moon stayed the ATB Poem no. 5. Man in the Moon came the ATB Poem no. 6. Stone Troll the ATB Poem no. 7. Perry-the-Winkle ATB Poem no. 8. Mewlips the ATB Poem no. 9. Oliphaunt ATB Poem no.10.Fastitocalon ATB Poem no.11. Cat ATB Poem no.12. Shadow-bride ATB Poem no.13.Hoard the ATB Poem no.14. Sea-bell the ATB Poem no.15. Last Ship the ATB Poem no.16.

AERLINN. (S). "Sea-song". See A Elbereth Gilthoniel. Aerlinn in Edhil o Imladris (S). "Sea-song of the Eldar of Rivendell".See A Elbereth Gilthoniel. RO62. Aerlinn in Edhil o Imladris (S). "Sea-song of the Eldar of Rivendell".

ANN-THENNATH. (S). "Long-?)". A mode of song among the Eldar. The original version of the Lay of Leithian was composed in this form. See Song of Beren and Luthien by Aragorn.

This song is probably not a part of the Lay. LR1190. See Song of Beren and Luthien (LR208-9) by Aragorn. It should be noted that this is meant to be a Common Speech translation of the song from the original Sindarin, though no Elvish version exists among Tolkien's writings. The word ann-thennath may be translated as "long-shorts" or "longs and shorts" from the Sindarin ann meaning "long" and then meaning "short" and the collective plural ending -ath. Ann-thennath A form of Elvish poetry. Ann-thennath may mean "long-shorts" referring to the meter of the poem or song. Aragorn recited an example of this poetic form to the Hobbits at Weathertop: The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering.The Fellowship of the Ring: "A Knife in the Dark," p. 204The song is in iambic tetrameter, meaning each line is composed of four sets of alternating short and long (or unstressed and stressed) syllables. This appears to be the key characteristic of the ann-thennath. The rhyme scheme of this particular song is ABAC BABC, though it is not clear whether this applies to all songs and poems written in this form.

AT THEODEN’S DEATH. Éomer of Rohan. At Théoden's Death. See “Return of the King”.Mourn not overmuch! Mighty was the fallen, meet was his ending. When his mound is raised, women then shall weep. War now calls us! See also See THEODEN

ATHELAS. Herb-master of Gondor. See “Return of the King”.When the black breath blows and death's shadow grows and all lights pass, come athelas! come athelas! Life to the dying In the king's hand lying!

BATH SONG THE. O! Water warm and water hot! Bilbo Baggins. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.RS488. O! Water warm and water hot! This song is sung by Pippin while taking a bath in Crickhollow in "A Conspiracy Unmasked." According to the text, it was one of Bilbo's favorite "bath-songs." Whether it was a traditional song that Bilbo liked or one that he personally wrote remains unclear. The song recounts the virtues of hot water in comparison with rain water, stream water, ice water, fountain water, and beer. Amazingly, hot water wins.Sing hey! for the bath at close of day That washes the weary mud away! A loon is he that will not sing: O! Water Hot is anoble thing! O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain. and the brook that leaps from hill to plain; but better than rain or rippling streams is Water Hot that smokes and steams. O! Water cold we may pour at need down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed; but better is Beer, if drink we lack, and Water Hot poured down the back. O! Water is fair that leaps on high

in a fountain white beneath the sky; but never did fountain sound so sweet as splashing Hot Water with my feet!

BEOWULF (Poem). LW419.

BIDDING OF THE MINSTREL. Poem. LT2-356. SM346.

BILBO'S SONG. Bilbo Baggins. Bilbo's song at Rivendell. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.I sit beside the fire and thinkof all that I have seen,of meadow-flowers and butterfliesin summers that have been;Of yellow leaves and gossamerin autumns that there were,with morning mist and silver sunand wind upon my hair.I sit beside the fire and thinkof how the world will bewhen winter comes without a springthat I shall ever see.For still there are so many thingsthat I have never seen:in every wood and every springthere is a different green.I sit beside the fire and thinkof people long ago,and people who will see a worldthat I shall never know.But all the while I sit and thinkof times there were before,I listen for returning feetand voices at the door.

BOMBADIL GOES BOATING. Buckland poem about Tom Bombadil. Maybe written after the War of the Ring.Bombadil goes boating ATB Poem no. 2.

The old year was turning brown; the West Wind was calling;Tom caught a beechen leaf in the Forest falling.‘I’ve caught a happy day blown me by the breezes!Why wait till morrow-year? I’ll take it when me pleases.This day I’ll mend my boat and journey as it chancesWest down the withy-stream, following my fancies!’Little Bird sat on twig ‘Whillo, Tom! I heed you.I’ve a guess, I’ve a guess where your fancies lead you.Shall I go, shall I go, bring him word to meet you?’‘No names, you tell-tale, or I’ll skin and eat you,babbling in every ear things that don’t concern you!If you tell Willow-man where I’ve gone, I’ll burn you,Roast you on a willow-spit. That’ll end your prying!’Willow-wren cocked her tail, piped as she went flying:‘Catch me first, catch me first! No names are needed.I’ll perch on his hither ear: the message will be heeded.“Down by Mithe”, I’ll say, “just as the sun is sinking”.Hurry up, hurry up! That’s time for drinking!’

Tom laughed to himself:’ Maybe then I’ll go there.I might go by other ways, but today I’ll row there.’He shaved oars, patched his boat; from hidden creek he hauled herthrough reed and sallow-brake, under leaning alder,then down the river went singing: ‘Silly-sallow,Flow withy-willow-stream over deep and shallow!’‘Whee! Tom Bombadil! Whither be you going,bobbing in a cockle-boat, down the river rowing?’‘Maybe to Brandywine along the Withywindle;maybe friends of mine fire for me will kindledown by the Hays-end. Little folk I know there,kind at the days end. Now and then I go there.’‘Take word to my kin, bring me back their tidings!Tell me of diving pools and fishes’ hidings!’‘Nay then’, said Bombadil, ‘I am only rowingjust to smell the water like, not on errands going.’‘Tee hee! Cocky Tom! Mind your tub don’t founder!Look out for willow-shags! I’d laugh to see you flounder’.‘Talk less, Fisher Blue! Keep your kindly wishes!Fly off and preen yourself with the bones of fishes!Gay lord on your bough, at home a dirty varletLiving in a sloven house, though your basket be scarlet.I’ve heard of fisher-birds beak in air a-danglingTo show how the wind is set: that’s an end of angling!’The King’s fisher shut it’s beak, winked his eye, as singingTom passed under bough. Flash! Then he went winging;Dropped down jewel-blue a feather, and Tom caught itGleaming in a sun-ray: a pretty gift he though it.He stuck it in his tall hat, the old feather casting:‘Blue now for Tom’, he said, ‘a merry hue lasting!’Rings swirled round his boat, he saw the bubbles quiver.Tom slapped his oar, smack! at a shadow in the river.‘Hoosh! Tom Bombadil! ‘Tis long since last I met you.Turned water-boatman, eh? What if I upset you?’‘What? Why, Whisker-lad, I’d ride you own the river.My fingers on your back would set your hide a-shiver.’‘Pish, Tom Bombadil! I’ll go and tell my mother;“Call all our kin to come, father sister, brother!Tom’s gone mad as a coot with wooden legs: he is paddlingDown Withywindle stream, an old tub a-straddling!”‘I’ll give your otter-fell to the Barrow-wrights. They’ll taw you!Then smother you in gold-rings! Your mother if she saw you,She’d never know her son, unless ‘twas by a whisker.Nay, don’t tease old tom, until you be far brisker!’‘Whoosh!’ said otter-lad, river-water sprayingover Tom’s hat and all; set the boat a-swaying,dived down under it, and by the bank lay peering,till Tom’s merry song faded out of hearing.Old Swan of Elvet-isle sailed past him proudly,Gave Tom a black look, snorted at him loudly.Tom laughed: ‘You old cob, do you miss your feather?Give me a new one then! The old was worn by weather.Could you speak a fair word, I would love you dearer:Long necks and dumb throat, but a haughty sneerer!If one day the king returns, in upping he may take you,Brand your yellow bill, and less lordly make you!’

Old Swan huffed his wings, hissed, and paddled faster;In his wake bobbing on Tom went rowing after.Tom came to Withy-wier. Down the river rushingFoamed into Windle-reach, a-bubbling and a-splashing;Bore Tom over stone spinning like a windfall,Bobbing like a bottle-cork, to the hythe at Grindwall.‘Hoy! Here’s Woodman Tom with his billy-beard on!’laughed all the little folk of hays-end and Breredon.‘Ware, Tom! We’ll shoot you dead with our bows and arrows!We don’t let Forest-folk nor bogies from the Barrowscross over Brandywine by cockle-boat nor ferry’.‘Fie, little fatbellies! Don’t ye make so merry!I’ve seen hobbit-folk digging holes to hide ‘em,Frightened if a horny gat or a badger eyed ‘em,afeared of the moony-beams, their own shadows shunningI’ll call the orcs on you: that’ll send you running!’‘You may call, Woodman Tom. And you can talk your beard off.Three arrows in your hat! You we’re not afeared of!Where would you go now? If for beer you’re making,The barrels ain’t deep enough in Breredon for your slaking!’‘Away over Brandywine by Shirebourn I’ll be going,but too swift fro a cockle-boat the river now is flowingI’d bless little folk that took me in their wherry,Wish them evenings fair and many mornings merry.’Red flowed the Brandywine; with flame the river kindledAs sun sank beyond the Shire, and then to grey it dwindled.Mithe Steps empty stood. None was there to greet him.Silent the Causeway lay. Said Tom: ‘A merry meeting!’Tom stumped along the road, as the light was failing.Rushey lamps gleamed ahead. He heard a voice him hailing‘Whoa there!’ Ponies stopped, wheels halted sliding.Tom went plodding past, never looked beside him.‘Ho there! Beggarman trampling the Marish!What’s your business here? Hat all stuck with arrows!Someone warned you off, caught you at your sneaking?Come here! Tell me what it is you’re seeking!Shire-ale, I’ll be bound, through you’ve not a penny.I’ll bid them lock their doors, and then you won’t get any!’‘Well. Well, Muddy-feet! From one that’s late fro meetingaway back by the Mithe that’s a surly greeting!You old farmer fat that cannot walk for wheezing,Cart-drawn like a sack, ought to be more pleasing.Penny-wise tub-on-legs! A beggar can’t be chooser,Or else I’d bid you go, and you would be the loser.Come, Maggot! Help me up! A tankard now you owe me.Even in cockshut light an old friend should know me!’Laughing they drove away, in Rushey never halting,Through the inn open stood and they could smell the malting.They turned down Maggt’s Lane, rattling and bumping,Tom in the farmer’s cart dancing round and jumping.Stars shone on Bamfurlong, and Maggot’s house was lighted;Fire in the kitchen burned to welcome the benighted.Maggot’s sons bowed at door, his daughters did they curtsy.His wife brought tankards out fro those that might be thirsty.Songs they had and merry tales, the supping and the dancing;Goodman maggot there for all his belt was prancing,

Tom did a hornpipe when he was not quaffing,Daughters did the Springle-ring, goodwife did the laughing.When others went to bed in hay, fern or feather,Close in the inglenook they laid their heads together,Old Tom and Muddy-feet, swapping all the tidingsFrom Barrow-downs to Tower Hills: of walkings and of ridings;Of wheat-ear and barley-corn, of sowing and of reaping;Queer tales from Bree, and talk at smithy, mill and cheaping;Rumours in whispering trees, south-wind in the larches,Tall Watchers by the Ford, Shadows on the marches.Old Maggot slept at last in chair beside the embers.Ere dawn Tom was gone: as dreams one half remembers,Some merry, some sad, and some of hidden warning.None heard the door unlocked: a shower of rain at morningHis footprints washed away, at Mithe left no traces,At Hays-end they heard no song nor sound of heavy paces.Three days his boat lay by the hythe at Grindwall,And then one morn was gone back up Withywindle.Otter-folk, hobbits said, came by night and loosened her,Dragged her over weir, and up stream they pushed her.Out of Elvet-isle Old Swan came sailing,in beak took her painter up in the water trailing,drew her proudly on, otters swam beside her;the King’s fisher perched on bow, on thwart the wren was singing,merrily the cockle-boat homeward they were bringing.To Tom’s creek they came at last. Otter lad said ‘Whish now!What coot without his legs, or a finless fish now?’O! silly-sallow-willow-stream! The oars they’d left behind them!Long they lay at Grindwall hythe for Tom to come and find them.

BOROMIR’S RIDDLE. Boromir of Gondor. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Seek for the Sword that was broken: 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 waken, And the Halfling forth shall stand.

BREGALAD’S SONG. Quickbeam the Ent. See “Two Towers”.O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië!O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,Your rind so bright, your leaves so light,your voice so cool and soft:Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;Your crown is spilled your voice is stilledfor ever and a day.O Orofarnë, Lassemisto, Carnimírië!

BURIAL SONG OF THEODEN. Gléowine of Rohan. See “Return of the King”.Burial Song of ThéodenOut of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.

Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended; over death, over dread, over doom lifted out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.See also See THEODEN

CALL-TO-ARMS OF THE ROHIRRIM. Théoden of Rohan. See “Two Towers”.Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden! Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas!

CAT. This poem was marked SG. It was a traditional Shire-poem, reworked by Samwise Gamgee. Sam could only have touched up an older piece of the comic bestiary lore of which Hobbits appear to have been fond of.Cat ATB Poem no.12.

CAT AND THE FIDDLE THE. RS474. TI468. TI472. Written by Bilbo Baggins.

CITY OF PRESENT SORROW. Poem. LT2-376. See Oxford. LT2-357. CITY OF THE GODS. Poem. LT1-278. LB376. -KOR. LT1-285.

COTTAGE OF LOST PLAY AND YOU AND ME = YOU AND ME AND THE CLP. DEOR THE MINSTREL. Poem. LT2-358.

DRINKING SONG A. The Travellers. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.This is a minor song which is interrupted by the cry of a Nazgul in "A Short Cut to Mushrooms." Although it is a drinking song, Sam and Pippin are merely singing about drinking, not singing as they drink. 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 let the clouds go sailing by.

EAGLE'S SONG THE. The great Eagle in Minas Tirith. See “Return of the King”.Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor, for the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever, and the Dark Tower is thrown down. Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard, for your watch hath not been in vain, and the Black Gate is broken, and your King hath passed through, and he is victorious. Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West, for your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you all the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high places, and the City shall be blessed. Sing all ye people!

EALA EARENDEL ENGLA. Poem. LT2-359.

ELVENHYMNS TO ELBERETH GILTHONIEL (TO VARDA). See “Fellowship of the Ring”.

A ELBERETH GILTHONIEL. LR1173. RO62-7. See Elbereth and Gilthoniel > VARDA.LR92: Frodo Baggins. LR254: Aragorn. LR757: Samwise Gamgee. LR1066: Eldar on their way to the Grey Havens. Songs to Elbereth: TI475.Elbereth, GilthonielSnow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas! O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees! Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath! Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea. O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sown, In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown! O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas. A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon! A Elbereth Gilthoniel! o menel palan-díriel le nallon sí di'nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos! A! Elbereth Gilthoniel! silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

ENT AND ENTWIFE THE. Treebeard the Ent. See “Two Towers”.Ent: When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough; When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow; When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air, Come back to me! Come back to me! and say my land is fair! Entwife: When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade; When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid; When shower and Sun upon the Earth with

fragrance fill the air, I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair. Ent: When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me! and say my land is best! Entwife: When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown; When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town; When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West, I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best! Ent: When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay; When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day; When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again! Entwife: When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last; When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past; I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again: Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain! Both: Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

ENTS' MARCHING SONG THE. See “Two Towers”.We come, we come with roll of drum; ta-runda runda runda rom! We come, we come with horn and drum: ta-runa runa runa rom! To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone; Though 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!

EOMER'S SONG. Éomer's Song. See “Return of the King”.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! See also EOMER

ERRANTRY. Recorded in the Red Book of Westmarch. Cyclical narrative poem contained in the Red Book of Westmarch. Written by Bilbo Baggins soon after he came back in the Shire in 3A2942. On his trip to the Lonely Mountain and back again Bilbo heard a lot of stories. He used this knowledge in the poem. Errantry ATB Poem no. 3. See AERIE (Region), BELMARIE (Region), DERION (River), DERRILYN (River), DRAGON-FLIES (Insects), DUMBLEDORS (Insects), FAERIE (Region), FANTASIE (Region), GOLDEN HONEYCOMB (Trophy), HONEYBEES (Insects), HUMMERHORNS (Insects), LERION (River), MELINET (???), MERRYBURN (River), MESSENGER, OSSORY (Region), PARADISE (Region), SHADOW-LAND (Region), THELLAMIE (Region).-EARENDILLINWE. (Eärendillinwë). TI474. Development of the "Rivendell version" of Errantry.-SHORT LAY OF EARENDEL. TI474. See Earendel.There was a merry passenger,a messenger a mariner:he built a gilded gondolato wander in and had in hera load of yellow orangesand porridge for his provender;he perfumed her with marjoram,and cardamom and lavender.He called the winds of Argosies,with cargoes in to carry him,across the rivers seventeen,that lay between to tarry him.He landed all in loneliness,where stonily the pebbles on,the running river Derrilyn,goes merrily for ever on.He journeyed then through meadow-lands,to shadow-land that dreary lay,and under hill and over hill,went roving still a weary way.He sat and sang a melody,his errantry a tarrying,he begged a pretty butterfly,that fluttered by to merry him.She scorned him and she scoffed at him,she laughed at him unpitying,so long he studied wizardry,and segaldry and smithying.He wove a tissue very thin,to snare her in; to follow her,

he made him beetle-leatherwing,and feather wing of swallow hair.He caught her in bewilderment,with filament of spider-thread.He made her soft pavilions,of lilies and a bridal bed,of flowers and of thistle-down,to nestle down and rest her in,and silken webs of filmy white,and silver light he dressed her in.He threaded gems and necklaces,but recklessly she squandered them,and fell to bitter quarrelling,then sorrowing he wandered on,and there he left her witheringas shivering he fled away;with windy weather following,on swallow-wing he sped away.He passed the achipelagoes,where yellow grows the marigold,with countless silver fountains are,and mountains are of fairy-gold.He took to war and foraying,a harrying beyond the sea,and roaming over Belmary,and Thellamie and Fantasie.He made a shield and morion,of coral and of ivory.A sword he made of emerald,and terrible his rivalry,with elven knights of Aerieand Faerie, with paladinsthat golden-haired, and shining-eyedcame riding by, and challenged him.Of crystal was his habergeon,his scabbard of chalcedony,with silver tipped and plenilune,his spear was hewn of ebony.His javelins were of malachiteand stalactite - he brandished them,and went and fought the dragon flies,of Paradise, and vanquished them.He battled with the Dumbledors,the Hummerhorns, and Honeybees,and won the Golden Honeycomb,and running home on sunny seas,in ship of leaves and gossamer,with blossom for a canopy,he sat and sang, and furbished up,and burnished up his panoply.He tarried for a little while,in little isles that lonely lay,and found their naught but blowing grass.And so at last, the only way he took, and turned,and coming home with honeycomb,to memory his message came,

and errand too!In derring-do and glamoury,he had forgot them,journeying and tourneying, a wanderer.So now he must depart again,and start again bis gondola,for ever still a messenger a passenger, a tarrier,a roving as a feather does,a weather-driven mariner.

FALL OF GIL-GALAD, THE. Samwise Gamgee. He learned it from Mr. Bilbo. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Gil-galad was an Elven-king.Of him the harpers sadly sing:the last whose realm was fair and freebetween 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 fieldwere mirrored in his silver shield.But long ago he rode away,and where he dwelleth none can say;for into darkness fell his starin Mordor where the shadows are.

FAREWELL SONG OF MERRY AND PIPPIN. Meriadoc and Peregrin. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must away ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall. To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, Through moor and waste we ride in haste, And whither then we cannot tell. With foes ahead, behind us dread, Beneath the sky shall be our bed, Until at last our toil be passed, Our journey done, our errand sped. We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!

FASTITOCALON. Hobbit-poem found in the margin of the Red Book of Westmarch. Probably a nonsense-rhyme. A giant, perhaps mythical, beast, the last of the Turtlefish. Fastitocalon was mistaken for an island by sailors, who were drowned when the creature submerged.Fastitocalon ATB Poem no.11. "Fastitocalon" is a poem by J.R.R. Tolkien about a beast of the same name. The setting is Middle-earth.

TURTLE-FISHES. See FAUNA

FLIGHT OF THE NOLDOLI. Poem.

FRODO’S INN SONG. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.There is an inn, a merry old innbeneath an old grey hill,And there they brew a beer so brownThat the Man in the Moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill.The ostler has a tipsy catthat 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 dogthat is mighty fond of jokes;When there's good cheer among the guests,He cocks an ear at all the jestsand laughs until he chokes.They also keep a horned cowas proud as any queen;But music turns her head like ale,And makes her wave her tufted tailand dance upon the green.And O! the rows of silver dishesand the store of silver spoons!For Sunday there's a special pair,And these they polish up with careon 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 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 hilland 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 bedsand 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 runwith 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 suprisethey all went back to bed.

GALADRIEL'S MESSAGES. Galadriel's words to Aragorn. Elfstone, Elfstone, bearer of my green stone. GALADRIEL’S LAMENT. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni ómaryo airetári-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 imbë met, ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë. Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nail elyë hiryva. Namárië! 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! GALADRIEL’S MESSAGE TO ARAGORN. See “Two Towers”.Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar? Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar? Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth, And the Grey Company ride from the North. But dark is the path appointed for thee: The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.GALADRIEL’S MESSAGE TO LEGOLAS. See “Two Towers”.Legolas Greenleaf long under tree In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea! If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more. GALADRIEL'S SONG OF ELDAMAR. See also NAMARIE.I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:

Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea, And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree. Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone, In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion. There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years, While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears. O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day; The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away. O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor. But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

GANDALF'S RIDDLE OF THE ENTS. See “Two Towers”.Ere iron was found or tree was hewn, When young was mountain under moon; Ere ring was made, or wrought was woe, It walked the forests long ago. GANDALF'S SONG OF LORIEN. Gandalf's Song of Lórien. See “Two Towers”.In Dwimordene, in Lórien Seldom have walked the feet of Men, Few mortal eyes have seen the light That lies there ever, long and bright. Galadriel! Galadriel! Clear is the water of your well; White is the star in your white hand; Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land In Dwimordene, in Lórien More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men.

GOBLIN FEET. Poem. LT1-281.

GOLLUM'S RIDDLE. See “Two Towers”.Alive without breath; as cold as death; never thirsting, ever drinking clad in mail, never clinking. Drowns on dry land, thinks an island is a mountain; thinks a fountain is a puff of air. So sleek, so fair! What a joy to meet! We only wish to catch a fish, so juicy-sweet! GOLLUM'S SONG. See “Two Towers”.The cold hard lands they bites our hands, they gnaws our feet. The rocks and stones are like old bones all bare of meat. But stream and pool

is wet and cool: so nice for feet! And now we wish

HABANNAN BENEATH THE STARS. Poem. LT1-282.Habbanan beneath the Stars was a poem written by J.R.R. Tolkien in 1916.HAPPY MARINERS THE. Poem. LT1-282. LT2-366. LW433.

HOARD THE. Poem written by Hobbits of the Shire in the Fourth Age. The Dwarf and the King may have been modelled on Mîm the Dwarf and Túrin Turambar. The dragon may have been modelled on Glaurung.Hoard the ATB Poem no.14.

HOBBIT’S BATTLE SONG. See “Return of the King”.Long live the Halflings! Praise them with great praise! Cuio i Pheriain anann! Aglar'ni Pheriannath! Praise them sith great praise, Frodo and Samwise! Daur a Berhael, Conin en Annun! Eglerio! Praise them! Eglerio! A laita te, laita te! Andave laituvalmet! Praise them! Cormacolindor, a laita tarienna! Praise them! The Ring-bearers, praise them with great praise!

HORNS OF YLMIR. Poem. See ULMO.

KORTIRION AMONG THE TREES. Poem. LT1-285. LT2-370.

LAER CU BELEG = SONG OF THE GREAT BOW. Poem written by Túrin Turambar at the death of his friend Beleg Cuthalion.

LAMENT FOR BOROMIR. Aragorn, Legolas. See “Two Towers”.Aragorn: 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 son of Denethor.' 'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar, But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.' Legolas: From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones; The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans. 'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.' 'Ask not of me where he doth dwell -- so many bones there lie On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky; So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'

'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south, But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.' Aragorn: From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls; And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. 'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.' 'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.' 'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'

LAMENT FOR GANDALF. Frodo and Samwise. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Frodo: When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word.From Wilderland to Western shore,form northern waste to southern hillthrough dragon-lair and hidden doorand darkling woods he walked at will.With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,with mortal and immortal folk,with bird on bough and beast in den,in their own secret tounges he spoke.A deadly sword, a healing hand,a back that bent beneath its load;a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,a weary pilgrim on the road.A lord of wisdom throned he sat,swift in anger, quick to laugh;an old man in a battered hatwho leaned upon a thorny staff.He stood upon the bridge aloneand Fire and Shadow both defied;his staff was broken on the stone,in Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.Samwise: The finest rockets ever seen:they burst instars of blue and green,or after thunder golden showerscame falling like a rain of flowers.

LAMENT FOR THE ROHIRRIM. Aragorn. Lament of Denethor. See “Two Towers”.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? Where is the sping and the harvest and the tall corn growing?

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?

LAMENT FOR THE TWO TREES.Lament for the Two Trees-ALDUDENIE. AldudéniëAldudénië ‘Lament for the Two Trees’A work created by the Vanya Elemmírë to commemorate the destruction of the Two Trees and the Darkening of Valinor, as well as the other fateful deeds of that pivotal day in the World's history. The sad tale, whose name translates from Quenya as 'Lament for the Two Trees', was said to be known by all the Eldar1. It is not known for sure whether Elemmírë witnessed the Darkening with his own eyes, but as a Vanya he was most likely present on the slopes of Taniquetil when the light of Valinor was extinguished. Notes1 Given that many of the Eldar left Aman almost immediately after the destruction of the Trees, it is not entirely clear how they could all know of Elemmírë's work: the Exiles must surely have left before it was complete. Perhaps Tolkien simply means that all the Eldar who remained in Aman knew of the lament, or perhaps it later found its way across the Great Sea by some other means - for example, with the armies of the Valar at the end of the First Age. The Encyclopedia of Arda

LAMENT FOR THEODEN. Meriadoc Brandybuck preserved this song. See “Return of the King”.Lament for ThéodenFrom 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. See also See THEODEN

LAST SHIP THE. Shire-poem of the Fourth Age, ultimately derived from Gondor. The chief character Firiel of Gondor was very beautiful, and for this reason Eldar departing over Sea offered to take her with them. She was unabale to accompany them because of her mortality.

Last Ship the ATB Poem no.16.The Last Ship is a poem written by J.R.R. Tolkien and published in The Adventures of Tom Bombadil in 1962. It is a revised edition of the poem Firiel published in 1934.

Firiel looked out at three o'clock:the grey night was going;far away a golden cockclear and shrill was crowing.The trees were dark, and the dawn pale,waking birds were cheeping,a wind moved cool and frailthrough dim leaves creeping.She watched the gleam at window grow,till the long light was shimmeringon land and leaf; on grass belowgrey dew was glimmering.Over the floor her white feet crept,down the stair they twinkled,through the grass they dancing steppedall with dew besprinkled.Her gown had jewels upon its hem,as she ran down to the river,and leaned upon a willow-stem,and watched the water quiver.A kingfisher plunged down like a stonein a blue flash falling,bending reeds were softly blown,lily-leaves were sprawling.A sudden music to her came,as she stood there gleamingwith fair hair in the morning's flameon her shoulders streaming.Flutes were there, and harps were wrung,and there was sound of singing,like wind-voices keen and youngand far bells ringing.A ship with golden beak and oarand timbers white came gliding;swans went sailing on before,her tall prow guiding.Fair folk out of Elvenlandin silver-grey were rowing,and three with crowns she saw there standwith bright hair flowing.With harp in hand they sang their songto the slow oars swinging;'Green is the land the leaves are long,and the birds are singing.Many a day with dawn of goldthis earth will lighten,many a flower will yet unfold,ere the cornfields whiten.'Then whither go ye, boatmen fair,down the river gliding?To twilight and to secret lairin the great forest hiding?

To Northern isles and shores of stoneon strong swans flying,by cold waves to dwell alonewith the white gulls crying?''Nay!' they answered. 'Far awayon the last road faring,leaving western havens grey,the seas of shadow daring,we go back to Elvenhome,where the White Tree is growing,and the Star shines upon the foamon the last shore flowing.'To mortal fields say farewell,Middle-earth forsaking!In Elvenhome a clear bellin the high tower is shaking.Here grass fades and leaves fall,and sun and moon wither,and we have heard the far callthat bids us journey thither'.The oars were stayed. They turned aside:'Do you hear the call, Earth-maiden?Firiel! Firiel!' they cried,'Our ship is not full-laden.One more only we may bear.Come! For your days are speeding.Come! Earth-maiden elven-fair,our last call heeding.'Firiel looked from the river-bank,one step daring;then deep in clay her feet sank,and she halted staring.Slowly the elven-ship went bywhispering through the water;'I cannot come!' they heard her cry.'I was born Earth's daughter!'No jewels bright her gown bore,as she walked back from the meadowunder roof and dark door,under the house-shadow.She donned her smock of russet brown,her long hair braided,and to her work came stepping down.Soon the sunlight faded.Year still after year flowsdown the Seven Rivers;cloud passes, sunlight glows,reed and willow quiversat morn and eve, but never morewestward ships have wadedin mortal waters as before,and their song has faded.

LEGOLAS' SONG OF THE SEA. See “Return of the King”.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!

LIGHT AS LEAF ON LINDENTREE. Poem. LB385.LINNODS. LinnodsLITTLE HOUSE OF LOST PLAY THE. Poem. LT1-283. LONELY ISLE THE. Poem. LT1-286. LT2-371.

LONG LIST OF THE ENTS THE. Treebeard the Ent. Lore of Living Creatures. See “Two Towers”.Learn now the lore of Living Creatures!First name the four, the free peoples:Eldest of all, the elf-children;Dwarf the delver, dark are his houses;Ent the earthborn, old as mountains;Man the mortal, master of horses:Beaver the builder, buck the leaper,Bear bee-hunter, boar the fighter;Hound is hungry, hare is fearful...Eagle in eyrie, ox in pasture,Hart horn-crownéd; hawk is swiftest,Swan the whitest, serpent coldest....(changed and added by Treebeard)Ents the earthborn, old as mountains,the wide-walkers, water drinking;and hungry as hunters, the Hobbit children.the laughing folk, the little people.

MALBETH THE SEER'S WORDS. Malbeth of Arnor. See “Return of the King”.Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The Tower trembles; to the tombs of kings doom approaches. The Dead awaken; for the hour is come for the oathbreakers; at the Stone of Erech they shall stand again and hear there a horn in the hills ringing. Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them from the grey twilight, the forgotten people? The heir of him to whom the oath they swore. From the North shall he come, need shall drive him: he shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.

MAN IN THE MOON. A character in the folk-tales of the Shire and Gondor. Perhaps reflecting some (but not much) knowledge of Tilion. ATB p. 8,31-8.TILION. See MAIAR

MAN IN THE MOON CAME DOWN TOO SOON THE. Shire-poem written in the Red Book of Westmarch in the Fourth Age, ultimately derived from Gondor.

Man in the Moon came the ATB Poem no. 6. MAN IN THE MOON STAYED UP TOO LATE THE. In the Red Book of Westmarch it was said that this poem was written by Bilbo Baggins.Man in the Moon stayed the ATB Poem no. 5.

MAR VANWA TYALIEVA. Poem. LT1-287.

MEWLIPS THE. Poem written by a Hobbit of the Shire. Although perhaps totally fictitious, there may be echoes in the poem of the Misty (Merlock) Mountains, Mirkwood ("spider-shadows"), and the Long Marshes. The mewlips may be patterned on Orcs. Mewlips the ATB Poem no. 9. See also MERLOCK MOUNTAINS, SPIDER-SHADOWS, TODE (Region).

The shadows where the Mewlips dwellAre dark and wet as ink,And slow and softly rings their bell,As in the slime you sink.

You sink into the slime, who dareTo know upon their door,While down the grinning gargoyles stateAnd noisome waters pour.

Beside the rotting river-strandThe drooping willows weep,And gloomily the gorcrows standCroaking in their sleep.

Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way,In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey,By a dark pool's borders without wind or tide,Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide.

The cellars where the Mewlips sitAre deep and dank and coldWith single sickly candle lit;And there they count their gold.

Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip;Their feet upon the floorGo softly with a squish-flap-flip,As they sidle to the door.

They peep out slyly; through a crackTheir feeling fingers creep,And when they've finished, in a sackYour bones they take to keep.

Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road,Through the spider-shadows and the marsh of Tode,and through the wood of hanging tees and the gallows-weed,You go to find the Mewlips--and the Mewlips feed.

NAMARIE. (Q) "Farewell". (Namárië). Galadriel of Lorien. A Quenya chant sung (and doubtless composed) by Galadriel as the Fellowship of the Ring left Lorien. The song expresses her yearning for Valinor and her hope that Frodo might be allowed to attain this bliss.

Namarie is one of Galadriel's Songs.LR398. RO57-63. LT1-288. TI491.

NAMELESS LAND THE. Poem. LW442.

NIENINQUE. Poem. JRRT The Monsters.

NORTHERN VENTURE. Poem. LT2-375.

OLD WALKING SONG THE. Bilbo Baggins. Frodo Baggins. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.LR48,1024: Bilbo Baggins. LR86: Frodo Baggins. LR1066: Frodo Baggins (not the same text).

The Road goes ever on and on Out 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.

Old Walking Song 2The 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 weary feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.

Old Walking Song (3). See “Return of the King”.The Road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow it who can! Let them a journey new begin, But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn, My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

OLIPHAUNT. Recorded in the Red Book of Westmarch. See “Two Towers”.It was said in The Lord of the Rings that this was a traditional Shire-poem at the time of the War of the Ring. See also SAMWISE GAMGEE. Oliphaunt ATB Poem no.10.Grey as a mouse, Big as a house, Nose like a snake, I make the earth shake, As I tramp through the grass; Trees crack as I pass. With horns in my mouth I walk in the South, Flapping big ears. Beyond count of years I stump round and round,

Never lie on the ground, Not even to die. Oliphaunt am I, Biggest of all, Huge, old and tall. If ever you'd met me You wouldn't forget me. If you never do, You won't think I'm true; But old Oliphaunt am I, And I never lie.

OVER OLD HILLS AND FAR AWAY. Poem.Written by J.R.R. Tolkien in 1915.

"It was early and still in the night of June,And few were the stars, and far was the moon,The drowsy trees drooping, and silently creepingShadows woke under them while they were sleeping.

I stole to the window with stealthy treadLeaving my white and unpressed bed;And something alluring, aloof and queer,Like perfume of flowers from the shores of the mereThat in Elvenhome lies, and in starlit rainsTwinkles and flashes, came up to the panesOf my high lattice-window. Or was it a sound?I listened and marveled with eyes on the ground.For there came from afar a filtered noteEnchanting sweet, now clear, now remote,As clear as a star in a pool by the reeds,As faint as the glimmer of dew on the weeds.

Then I left the window and followed the callDown the creaking stairs and across the hallOut through a door that swung tall and grey,And over the lawn, and away, away!

It was Tinfang Warble that was dancing there,Fluting and tossing his old white hair,Till it sparkled like frost in a winter moon;And the stars were about him, and blinked to his tuneShimmering blue like sparks in a haze,As always they shimmer and shake when he plays.

My feet only made there the ghost of a soundOn the shining white pebbles that ringed him round,Where his little feet flashed on a circle of sand,And the fingers were white on his flickering hand.In the wink of a star he had leapt in the airWith his fluttering cap and his glistening hair;And had cast his long flute right over his back,Where it hung by a ribbon of silver and black.

His slim little body went fine as a shade,And he slipped through the reeds like mist in the glade;

And laughed like thin silver, and piped a thin note,As he flapped in the shadows his shadowy coat.O! the toes of his slippers were twisted and curled,But he danced like a wind out into the world.

He is gone, and the valley is empty and bareWhere lonely I stand and lonely I stare.Then suddenly out in the meadows beyond,Then back in the reeds by the shimmering pond,Then afar from a copse were the mosses are thickA few little notes came a trillaping quick.

I leapt o’er the stream and I sped from the glade,For Tinfang Warble it was that played;I must follow the hoot of his twilight fluteOver reed, over rush, under branch, over root,And over dim fields, and through rustling grassesThat murmur and nod as the old elf passes,Over old hills and far awayWhere the harps of the Elvenfolk softly play."

PERRY-THE-WINKLE. Humourous poem written by Samwise Gamgee and recorded in the Red Book of Westmarch. It was marked SG. Although the Lonely Troll is probably fictitious, the Hobbits mentioned in the poem may have been modelled on real people.Perry-the-Winkle ATB Poem no. 8.

POEMS. SONGS,VERSES,POEMS. ADVENTURES OF TOM BOMBADIL (ATB), SHORES OF FAERY, SONG OF AELFWINE THE, SONG OF ARYADOR.

PRINCESS MEE. Nonsense-poem written by an unknown Hobbit in a margin of the Red Book of Westmarch. Mee is a young Elven-princess. Any resemblance to historical personages is coincidental.Princess Mee ATB Poem no. 4. -SHEE. The reflection of Princess Mee.Little Princess MeeLovely was sheAs in elven-song is told:She had pearls in hairAll threaded fair;Of gossamer shot with goldWas her kerchief made,And a silver braidOf stars above her throat.Of moth-web lightAll moonlit-whiteShe wore a woven coat,And round her kirtleWas bound a girdleSewn with diamond dew.

She walked by dayUnder mantle greyAnd hood of clouded blue;But she went by nightAll glittering bright

Under the starlit sky,And her slippers frailOf fishes' mailFlashed as she went byTo her dancing-pool,And on mirror coolOf windless water played.As a mist of lightIn whirling flightA glint like glass she madeWherever her feetOf silver fleetFlicked the dancing-floor.

She looked on highTo the roofless skyAnd she looked to the shadowy shore;Then round she went,And her eyes she bentAnd saw beneath her goA Princess SheeAs fair as Mee:They were dancing toe to toe!

Shee was as lightAs Mee, and as bright;But Shee was, strange to tell,Hanging downWith starry crownInto a bottomless well!Her gleaming eyesIn great surpriseLooked upon to the eyes of Mee:A marvellous thing,Head-down to swingAbove a starry sea!

Only their feetCould ever meet;For where the ways might lieTo find a landWhere they do not standBut hang down in the skyNo one could tellNor learn in spellIn all the elven-lore.

So still on her ownAn elf aloneDancing as beforeWith pearls in hairAnd kirtle fairAnd slippers frailOf fishes' mail went Mee:Of fishes' mailAnd slippers frail

And kirtle fairWith pearls in hair went Shee! RHYME OF LORE A. Gandalf. See “Two Towers”.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.

RHYME OF THE TROLL. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by. Up came Tom with his big boots on. Said he to Troll: "Pray, what is yon? For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim, As should be a-lyin' in graveyard. Caveyard! Paveyard! This many a year has Tim been gone, And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard." "My lad," said Troll, "this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole? Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead, Afore I found his shinbone. Tinbone! Thinbone! He can spare a share for a poor old troll, For he don't need his shinbone." Said Tom: "I don't see why the likes o' thee Without axin' leave should go makin' free With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; So hand the old bone over! Rover! Trover! Though dead he be, it belongs to he; So hand the old bone over!" "For a couple o' pins," says Troll, and grins, "I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet! I'll try my teeth on thee now.* Hee now! See now! I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; I've a mind to dine on thee now." (Added by Tolkien on the tape) "Thee'll be a nice change from thine nuncle. Sunkle! Drunkle! I'm tired of gnawing old bones and skins; Thee'll be a nice change from thine nuncle." But just as he thought his dinner was caught, He found his hands had hold of naught. Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind And gave him the boot to larn him.

Warn him! Darn him! A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought, Would be the way to larn him. But harder than stone is the flesh and bone Of a troll that sits in the hills alone. As well set your boot to the mountain's root, For the seat of a troll don't feel it. Peel it! Heal it! Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan, And he knew his toes could feel it. Tom's leg is game, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Troll don't care, and he's still there With the bone he boned from it's owner. Doner! Boner! Troll's old seat is still the same, And the bone he boned from it's owner!

RIDDLE OF STRIDER THE. Gandalf. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.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.

RINGS. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men dooomed 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.

ROCHON METHESTEL. (S). "Rider of Last Hope". Poem.Rochon Methestel or Rider of the Last Hope is a song about Borondir Udalraph, who was sent out to seek the aid of the Éothéod by his Steward, Cirion. He came back with the troops of Eorl, but did not survice the Battle of the Field of Celebrant.

SAM'S RHYME OF THE TROLL = THE STONE TROLL. ATB07.

SAM'S SONG IN THE ORC-TOWER. Samwise Gamgee. See “Return of the King”.In Western Lands is a song that was sung by Sam Gamgee on 14 March 3A3019[ in the Tower of Cirith Ungol. Sam had just climbed to the top of the stairs in the tower but could not find Frodo Baggins; he felt he was not actually at top of the tower but he was unable to discover any way that led upwards. Defeated, Sam bowed his head. Suddenly, to his surprise, he began to sing. At first he only recited childish tunes and rhymes, but then a new song arose in him: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.

SAM'S SONGS. TI480.

SEA-BELL THE. Hobbit poem written in the Fourth Age. Reflecting the Shire distrust of the Sea and things outside the Shire. Sea-bell the ATB Poem no.15. Subtitled FRODOS DREME. In the Shire the poem was no doubt associated with the unquit dreams of Frodo Baggins after the War of the Ring.-FRODOS DREME. Frodo Baggins. Most probably not written by Frodo Baggins, but by Hobbits of the Shire.

SHADOW-BRIDE. A Hobbit-poem in the margin of the Red Book of Westmarch. It may refer to a tale not told in The Lord of The Rings.Shadow-bride ATB Poem no.13.

SHORES OF FAERY. Poem. LT2-362. LB379. SM345. LW447.

SNOWMANE'S EPITAPH. See “Return of the King”.Faithful servant yet master's bane Lightfoot's foal, swift Snowmane. SNOWMANE. See HORSES and See THEODEN

SONG IN THE WOODS. Frodo Baggins. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.O! Wanderers in the shadowed land depair not! For though dark they stand, All woods there be must end at last, and see the open sun go past: the setting sun, the rising sun, the day's end, or the day begun. For east or west all woods must fail...

SONG OF AELFWINE THE. Poem. LW416. LW448.SONG OF AMROTH = SONG OF NIMRODELSONG OF ARYADOR A. Poem. LT1-277. See Aryador.

SONG OF BEREN AND LUTHIEN. Aragorn. Song of Beren and Lúthien. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.The leaves were long, the grass was green,The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,And in the glade a light was seenOf stars in shadow shimmering.Tinúviel was dancing thereTo music of a pipe unseen,And light of stars was in her hair,

And in her raiment glimmering.There Beren came from mountains cold,And lost he wandered under leaves,And where the Elven-river rolledHe walked alone and sorrowing.He peered between the hemlock-leavesAnd saw in wonder flowers of goldUpon her mantle and her sleeves,And her hair like shadow following.Enchantment healed his weary feetThat over hills were doomed to roam;And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,And grasped at moonbeams glistening.Through woven woods in ElvenhomeShe lightly fled on dancing feet,And left him lonely still to roamIn the silent forest listening.He heard there oft the flying soundOf feet as light as linden-leaves,Or music welling underground,In hidden hollows quavering.Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,And one by one with sighing soundWhispering fell the beachen leavesIn the wintry woodland wavering.He sought her ever, wandering farWhere leaves of years were thickly strewn,By light of moon and ray of starIn frosty heavens shivering.Her mantle glinted in the moon,As on a hill-top high and farShe danced, and at her feet was strewnA mist of silver quivering.When winter passed, she came again,And her song released the sudden spring,Like rising lark, and falling rain,And melting water bubbling.He saw the elven-flowers springAbout her feet, and healed againHe longed by her to dance and singUpon the grass untroubling.Again she fled, but swift he came.Tinúviel! Tinúviel!He called her by her elvish name;And there she halted listening.One moment stood she, and a spellHis voice laid on her: Beren came,And doom fell on TinúvielThat in his arms lay glistening.As Beren looked into her eyesWithin the shadows of her hair,The trembling starlight of the skiesHe saw there mirrored shimmering.Tinúviel the elven-fair,Immortal maiden elven-wise,About him cast her shadowy hair

And arms like silver glimmering.Long was the way that fate them bore,O'er stony mountains cold and grey,Through halls of ireon and darkling door,And woods of nightshade morrowless.The Sundering Seas between them lay,And yet at last they met once more,And long ago they passed awayIn the forest singing sorrowless.

SONG OF DURIN. Gimli the Dwarf. Gimli's song in Moria. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Song of Durin's Awakening. TI481. See Gimli. Gimli's song in Moria. 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 fallOf mighty Kings in NargothrondAnd Gondolin, who now beyondThe Western Seas have passed away:The world was fair in Durin's Day.A king he was on carven throneIn many-pillared halls of stoneWith golden roof and silver floor,And runes of power upon the door.The light of sun and star and moonIn shining lamps of crystal hewnUndimmed by cloud or shade of nightThere 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 paleAnd 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 tombIn Moria, in Khazad-dûm.But still the sunken stars appearIn dark and windless Mirrormere;

There lies his crown in water deep,Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

SONG OF EARENDIL. Bilbo Baggins. "Earendil was a mariner". Song of EärendilSee “Fellowship of the Ring”. "Earendil was a mariner". RS477.Eärendil was a marinerthat tarried in Arvernien;he built a boat of timber felledin Nimbrethil to journey in;her sails he wove of silver fair,of silver were her lanterns made,her prow was fashioned like a swan,and light upon her banners laid.In panoply of ancient kings,in chained rings he armoured him;his shining shield was scored with runesto ward all wounds and harm from him;his bow was made of dragon-horn,his arrows shorn of ebony,of silver was his habergeon,his scabbard of chalcedony;his sword of steel was valiant,of adamant his helmet tall,an eagle-plume upon his crest,upon his breast an emerald.Beneath the Moon and under starhe wandered far from northern strands,bewildered on enchanted waysbeyond the days of mortal lands.From gnashing of the Narrow Icewhere shadow lies on frozen hills,from nether heats and burning wastehe turned in haste, and roving stillon starless waters far astrayat last he came to Night of Naught,and passed, and never sight he sawof shining shore nor light he sought.The winds of wrath came driving him,and blindly in the foam he fledfrom west to east and errandless,unheralded he homeward sped.There flying Elwing came to him,and flame was in the darkness lit;more bright than light of diamondthe fire upon her carcanet.The Silmaril she bound on himand crowned him with the living lightand dauntless then with burning browhe turned his prow; and in the nightfrom Otherworld beyond the Seathere strong and free a storm arose,a wind of power in Tarmenel;by paths that seldom mortal goeshis boat it bore with biting breathas might of death across the greyand long-forsaken seas distressed:

from east to west he passed away.Through Evernight he back was borneon black and roaring waves that rano'er leagues unlit and foundered shoresthat drowned before the Days began,until he heard on strands of pearlwhere ends the world the music long,where ever-foaming billows rollthe yellow gold and jewels wan.He saw the Mountain silent risewhere twilight lies upon the kneesof Valinor, and Eldamarbeheld afar beyond the seas.A wanderer escaped from nightto haven white he came at last,to Elvenhome the green and fairwhere keen the air, where pale as glassbeneath the Hill of Ilmarina-glimmer in valley sheerthe lamplit towers of Tirionare mirrored on the Shadowmere.He tarried there from errantry,and melodies they taught to him,and sages old him marvels told,and harps of gold they brought to him.They clothed him then in elven-white,and seven lights before him sent,as through the Calacirianto hidden land forlorn he went.He came unto the timeless hallswhere shining fall the countless years,and endless reigns the Elder Kingin Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;and words unheard were spoken thenof folk of Men and Elven-kin.Beyond the world were visions showedforbid to those that dwell therein.A ship then new they built for himof mithril and of elven-glasswith shining prow; no shaven oarnor sail she bore on silver mast:the Silmaril as lantern lightand banner bright with living flameto gleam thereon by Elberethherself was set, who thither cameand wings immortal made for him,and laid on him undying doom,to sail the shoreless skies and comebehind the Sun and light of Moon.From Evereven's lofty hillswhere softly silver fountains fallhis wings him bore, a wandering light,beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.From World's End then he turned away,and yearned again to find afarhis home through shadows journeying,

and burning as an island staron high above the mists he came,a distant flame before the Sun,a wonder ere the waking dawnwhere grey the Norland waters run.And over Middle-earth he passedand heard at last the weeping soreof women and of elven-maidsin Elder Days, in years of yore.But on him mighty doom was laid,till Moon should fade, an orbéd starto pass, and tarry never moreon Hither Shores where mortals are;for ever still a herald onan errand that should never restto bear his shining lamp afar,the Flammifer of Westernesse.

SONG OF ELDAMAR. GALADRIEL'S SONG OF ELDAMAR.

SONG OF ERIOL. Poem. LT2-361. LT2-379.

SONG OF GOLD = LAURELIN.

SONG OF FRODO AND SAM = LAMENT FOR GANDALF.

SONG OF GONDOR. Aragorn. Ondor! Ondor! Between the Mountains and the Sea. See “Two Towers”.Ondor! Ondor! Between the Mountains and the Sea: TI493,395.Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver TreeFell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old.O proud walls! White towers! O winged crown andthrone of gold!O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree,Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?

SONG OF LEBENNIN. Legolas. See “Return of the King”.Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea The white lilies sway, And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin In the green fields of Lebennin, In the wind from the Sea!

SONG OF NIMRODEL. Legolas. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.-LAY OF NIMRODEL. See WRITINGSLay of Nimrodel The poetic tale of a maiden of Lórien.An Elven-maid there was of old,A shining star by day:Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,Her shoes of silver-grey.A star was bound upon her brows,A loght was on her hairAs sun upon the golden boughsIn Lórien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,And fair she was and free;And in the wind she went as lightAs leaf of linden-tree.Beside the falls of Nimrodel,By water clear and cool,Her voice as falling silver fellInto the shining pool.Where now she wanders none can tell,In sunlight or in shade;For lost of yore was NimrodelAnd in the mountains strayed.The elven-ship in haven greyBeneath the mountain-leeAwaited her for many a dayBeside the roaring sea.A wind by night in Northern landsArose, and loud it cried,And drove the ship from elven-strandsAcross the streaming tide.When dawn came dim the land was lost,The mountains sinking greyBeyond the heaving waves that tossedTheir plumes of blinding spray.Amroth beheld the fading shoreNow low beyond the swell,And cursed the faithless ship that boreHim far from Nimrodel.Of old he was an Elven-king,A lord of tree and glen,When golden were the boughs in springIn fair Lothlórien.From helm to sea they saw him leap,As arrow from the string,And dive into water deep,As mew upon the wing.The wind was in his flowing hair,The foam about him shone;Afar they saw him strong and fairGo riding like a swan.But from the West has come no word,And on the Hither ShoreNo tidings Elven-folk have heardOf Amroth evermore.

SONG OF PARTING. Writing.Song of Parting Beren’s farewell to Lúthien.

SONG OF THE AINUR = MUSIC OF THE AINUR.SONG OF THE BANISHED SHADOW. TI499. Sauron.SONG OF THE ELVES BEYOND THE SEA. LR1173. Galadriel.SONG OF THE FLIGHT = FLIGHT OF THE GNOMES.

SONG OF THE GREAT BOW. TURIN TURAMBAR and BELEG CUTHALION (Beleg of Doriath).-BOWMAN'S FRIENDSHIP THE. -LAER CU BELEG.

SONG OF THE MOUNDS OF MUNDBURG. See “Return of the King”.Meriadoc Brandybuck preserved this song. We heard of the horns in the hills ringing, the swords shining in the South-kingdom. Steeds went striding to the Stoningland as wind in the morning. War was kindled. There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty, to his golden halls and green pastures in the Northern fields never returning, high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf, Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold, Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred, fought and fell there in a far country: in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor. Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea, nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales ever, to Arnach, to his own country returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen, Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters, meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows. Death in the morning and at day's ending lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep under grass in Gondor by the Great River. Grey now as tears, gleaming silver, red then it rolled, roaring water: foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset; as beacons mountains burned at evening; red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.

SONG OF THE SUN AND MOON = ACCOUNT OF THE SUN AND MOON.SONG OF TUOR FOR EARENDEL. .

SONG THE = MUSIC OF THE AINUR.SONG TO GOLDBERRY. LR1173. Frodo Baggins.SONGS OF DAIRON. SONGS,VERSES,POEMS. LR Index.SONGS FOR THE PHILOLOGISTS = STONE TROLL THE.

SORROWFUL CITY THE. Poem. LT2-379.

STONE TROLL THE. In the Red Book of Westmarch it was said that this poem was made by Samwise Gamgee. It is a humorous poem written in 3A3018. Stone Troll the ATB Poem no. 7. -SAM'S RHYME OF THE TROLL. Song/Verse/Poem. LR1173. Samwise Gamgee.-ROOT OF THE BOOT THE. RS490. The original "Troll-song". TI486. The original "Troll-Song"-SONGS FOR THE PHILOLOGISTS. -TROLL-SONG. RS495. TI496. See Root of the Boot.

STORM OVER NAROG = WINTER COMES TO NARGOTHROND.

THE DRAGON IS WITHERED. See "The Hobbit". Eldar of Rivendell.

THE KING BENEATH. See "The Hobbit". Men of Lake-town.

THE RIDDLES. See “The Hobbit”.

The Riddles of Bilbo and Gollum with answers. Gollum: What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows? (a mountain)Bilbo: Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still. (teeth)Gollum: Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. (wind)Bilbo: An eye in a blue face, Saw an eye in a green face. "That eye is like to this eye"Said the first eye, "But in low place, Not in high place." (the sun)Gollum: It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. (dark)Bilbo: A box without hinges, key, or lid, Yet golden treasure inside is hid. (an egg)Gollum: Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking. (fish)Bilbo: No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat near on three-legs, four-legs got some. (fish on a table, man on a stool, cat gets the scraps)Gollum: This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.(time)

THE WIND WAS ON. See "The Hobbit". Thorin and Company.

THEODEN’S BATTLE CRY. Théoden of Rohan. Théoden's Battle Cry. See “Return of the King”.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! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor! See also See THEODEN

TIDES THE. Poem. SM375.

TINFANG WARBLE. A poem written by J.R.R. Tolkien in 1914 and can be found in The Book of Lost Tales Part One. The original version was written at Oxford in 1914 and it was rewritten at Leeds in 1920-23. In 1927 it was published in a further altered form which can be seen below."O the hoot! O the hoot!How he trillups on his flute!O the hoot of Tinfang Warble!Dancing all alone,Hopping on a stone,Flitting like a fawn,In the twilight on the lawn,And his name is Tinfang Warble!The first star has shownAnd its lamp is blownto a flame of flickering blue.He pipes not to me,He pipes not to thee,He whistles for none of you.His music is his own,The tunes of Tinfang Warble!"

In the earliest version Tinfang is called a 'leprawn', and in the Gnomish speech he is a 'fay'.

TOM BOMBADIL’S SONGS. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Tom Bombadil: Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringingComes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.Tom's going home home again water-lilies bringing.Hey! come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!Golberry:Now let the song begin! Let us sing togetherOf sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,Reads by the shady pool, lilies on the water:Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!Tom Bombadil:O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water!O reed by the living pool! Fair river-daughter!O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after!O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves' laughter!Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.

TOWN OF DREAMS THE. Poem. LT2-384. See Warwick. LT2-382.

TREEBEARD’S SONG. Treebeard. See “Two Towers”.In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring. Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion! And I said that was good. I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand. Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir!

And I thought that was best. To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn. Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor! It was more than my desire. To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter. Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thôn! My voice went up and sang in the sky. And now all those lands lie under the wave, And I walk in Ambaróna, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë, In my own land, in the country of Fangorn, Where the roots are long, And the years lie thicker than the leaves In Tauremornalómë.

TREES OF KORTIRION. Poem. LT1-285. LT1-276. See Alalminore.-ALALMINORE. First part of the poem "Trees of Kortirion". LT1-276.-HRIVION. Part of the Poem "Trees of Kortirion". LT1-283.-METTANYE. Part of the Poem "Trees of Kortirion". LT1-287.-NARQUELION. Part of the Poem "Trees of Kortirion". LT1-288.

UNDER THE MOUNTAIN.. See "The Hobbit". Thorin and Company.

VERSE OF THE RINGS. Gandalf. Sauron. Rings of Power. -RING-VERSE THE. 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 themIn the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

WALKING SONG A. Travellers. Bilbo Baggins. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.According to "Three is Company," Bilbo wrote the words to this song, but put it to a tune that is "as old as the hills," and taught it to Frodo. It was 'hummed" by the Hobbits starting out with Frodo as an alternative to a "supper-song." Some of the words to this song are sung to the tune of "The Old Walking Song" in "The Grey Havens."Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower, leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass! Hill and water under sky, Pass them by! Pass them by! Still round 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 then to bed! And then to bed!

Walking Song (2). See “Return of the King”.Still round the corner there may wait A new road 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.

WARNING OF WINTER. Bilbo Baggins. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.When winter first begins to biteand stones crack in the frosty night,when pools are black and trees are bare,'tis evil in the Wild to fare.

WIDSITH. Old English poem. LB393. LW455.

WIGHT'S CHANT. Frodo Baggins. See “Fellowship of the Ring”.Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.

WINTER COMES TO NARGOTHROND. Poem. LB387. LB393.-STORM OVER NAROG. LB387.

YORKSHIRE POETRY.

YOU AND ME AND THE COTTAGE OF LOST PLAY. Poem. LT1-297.

SONGS, VERSES, POEMS of the Hobbits. Bilbo Baggins: Bath Song the, Bilbo's Song, Cat and the Fiddle the, Errantry, Fall of Gil-galad the, Lazy Lob and crazy Cob, Man in the Moon stayed the, Old fat Spider etc., Old Walking Song the, Roads go ever on, Song of Earendil, Walking Song a, Warning of winter. Frodo Baggins: Frodo's lament for Gandalf, Old Walking Song the, Song in the woods, Song to Goldberry, Wight's chant.Samwise Gamgee: Cat, Elven hymns to Varda, Fall of Gil-galad the, Oliphaunt, Perry-the-Winkle,

Sam's rhyme of the Troll, Sam's Song in the Orc-tower, Stone Troll the. Peregrin Took: Farewell Song Pippin + Merry. Meriadoc Brandybuck: Farewell Song Merry + Pippin, Lament for Théoden, Song of the Mounds of Mundburg.Gollum: Gollum's riddle, Gollum's song.Thorin and Company: Chip the glasses etc., The wind was on etc., Under the mountain etc., Far over Misty etc.Hobbits of Buckland: Adventures of Tom Bombadil the, Bombadil goes boating.Hobbits of the Shire: Fastitocalon, Hoard the, Last Ship the, Man in the Moon came the, Mewlips the, Princess Mee, Sea-bell the, Shadow-bride.Four Travellers: Drinking Song a, Walking song a.Hobbits of the Shire and of Buckland: Adventures of Tom Bombadil ATB01, Bombadil goes boating ATB02, Princess Mee ATB04, Man in the Moon came ATB06, Mewlips ATB09, Fastitocalon ATB11, Shadow-bride ATB13, Hoard ATB14, Sea-bell ATB15, Last Ship ATB16. Orcs: Fifteen birds.