A Song of Gandalf by Frodo Baggins |
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When evening in the Shire was grey his footsteps on the Hill were heard; before the dawn he went away on journey long without a word. From Wilderland to Western shore, form northern waste to southern hill through dragon-lair and hidden door and 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 hat who leaned upon a thorny staff. He stood upon the bridge alone and Fire and Shadow both defied; his staff was broken on the stone, in Khazad-d�m his wisdom died. |
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Sam's Brave Song by Samwise Gamgee |
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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. |
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The Road Goes Ever On by Bilbo Baggins |
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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. |
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Samwise, Hurry Home by Neneithel Tune: The Kerry Dance. Tune can be heard here. |
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In the Shire will be music playing Drifting out of the cosy inn Waking dreams for the little hobbits, While the older ones dance and spin. Tankards frothing, drinkers quaffing Tales being told by a roaring fire. To be back there with my old friends Is the only thing I desire. Home is over there, calling on the air, Samwise, hurry home. In the Shire there are shining lanterns, Lighting hobbits to fresh-made beds. Happily they cast off their labours, Fine white linen beneath their heads. In the Shire there are thoughts of breakfast Supper was not that long ago. Two old women tut at the idle As they sit half the night to sew. Needles gleaming, infants dreaming, Tales of dragons on their minds, This cold night I miss such comfort In the home so far behind. Home is over there, calling on the air, Samwise, hurry home. In the Shire, pretty Rosie Cotton, Hums a tune as she combs her hair. Though I'd say Elven eyes are lovely, Rosie's eyes are beyond compare. |
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In the Shire, she's a shining treasure, In the world, as I now have seen, There is no other maid to match her, She's as fair as an Elven queen. Rosie singing, music bringing, Teaching sweetness to nightingales. When I think of our great distance, That's when all of my courage fails. Home is over there, calling on the air, Samwise, hurry home. When this terrible time is over And our difficult task is done, I'll return to my Shire, my shelter, Growing greenly beneath the sun. In the Shire, I'll again be dancing, In the Shire I'll again be free. Maybe I'll even find the courage To ask Rosie to marry me. Ribbons whirling, ringlets curling Round her pretty face in her dance. Others may dream of great kingdoms I will dream of my Rosie's glance. Rosie's over there, calling on the air, Samwise, hurry home. In the Shire, I'll again be dancing, In the Shire I'll again be free. Maybe I'll even find the courage To ask Rosie to marry me. |
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to read the Song of the Halflings! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||