Thread: The Laurelin's Concert Hall - Music and Melodies to Inspire

Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashion the theme of Iluvatar to a great music ; and the sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony - J.R.R. Tolkien - Ainulindale - The Silmarillion

"Now for the music!" said Thorin. " Bring out the instruments !" -J.R.R.Tolkien - An Unexpected Party - The Hobbit

When every guest had been welcomed and was finally inside the gate, there were songs, dances, music, games, and , of course, food and drink. -J.R.R. Tolkien - A Long-Expected Party - The Fellowship of the Rings

Welcome to the Laurelin's Concert Hall!

Laurelin is a lovely place, filled with nice people and wonderful music. In fact the love of music is something we probably all have in common, regardless of our Role Play and gaming styles. Professor Tolkien love for music is well known, you can find beautiful songs and melodies throughout Middle-earth.

The purpose of this thread is to give you a relaxing and fun place where to share the music and melodies that inspire you. Similar to a "What Are You Listening to Right Now" thread but with a Middle-earth twist.

Share and enjoy, and most of all, have fun! Please always remember to be kind and polite to all the contributors and respect the Community Guidelines

In a Concert Hall in the ground there lived a hobbit.....

*Amorey hums quietly a lovely melody*

Mithrandir

Let the night never cease to call you
Let the day nevermore be the same
Though you've gone where we cannot find you
In each heart you have set your name

Mithrandir far you wander
And long may your name be sung
Through kingdoms of starlight
And realms of the sun
Mithrandir though you're hidden
We're still guided by your light
You're walking beside us
A friend in the night

We were lost when the dark descended
And the light gathered into a storm
You appeared like a sunlit morning
At the winds of a world at war

Mithrandir far you wander
And long may your name be sung
Through kingdoms of starlight
And realms of the sun
Mithrandir though you're hidden
We're still guided by your light
You're walking beside us
A friend in the night

Mithrandir rising through the shadow
Like a star shining deep in its home
You will dwell in our hearts forever
Nevermore will we stand alone

by a lanky named Leonard Rosenman - soundtrack of the original Lord of the Rings movie from 1978

Ehm...not sure if I follow.. you mean this thread to be the "music hall"? Is there a new building in Laurelin?
an old one converted to this use? *scratches his head*

..and on another note... could you say hi to me ingame? Got a little thing i would like to discuss and hear
your thought of :-) (not suited for the forums....yet...)


Best regards
Grymrock Grey

Officer - Order of the Divine Brew
Band: The Chosen Few

*waves to Grymrock and smiles*

The idea of this thread was simply to give the community a place where to share music and melodies that inspires us in our adventures in Middle-earth. It can be any kind of music, folk , ballads , rock , and more , anything that we like to listen to and sometime play in game . It is really a ' What Are You Listening to Right Now ' thread for those that wish to use it. Will be lovely to see you again in game, Master Grymrock , I shall travel to Bree over the next few days, hope to meet you at the Pony for a ale and a chat


My inspirational tune for today is Lay of Nimrodel

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 light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.

A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.

When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.

Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring

Words by J.R.R. Tolkien - Music by Margaret Davis of The Starlit Jewel

A song that I wrote myself It is about the Battle of Unnumbered Tears or better known as Nirnaeth Arnoediad

I am still working on a melody, but I have in mind to mix celtic and metal for it. In probably such a style: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtdvoKpLevc.
Silver Bright & Star Alight

The Noldor's strength undimmed and bright,
Before Angband, five days they fight.
Sons of the Cursed King,
Letting far their voices ring.
But through evil and deceitful lies,
There lets Morgoth his host in darkness rise.

Thence Turgon came,
To aid his brother Fingon, blood the same.
And with him came the host of Gondolin,
Shining mail and silver spears they've ever been.
Then trompets' sound rang unto the cloud
And far to be heard was Fingon's shout:

"Utúlie'n aurë! Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatári, utúlië'n aurë!"

Those who down by ashes bravely fought,
Far aloft was now their thought.
"Auta i lómë!",
The elves there called,
And stabbed by Azaghâl's blade, the dragon-father crawled,
Back into Angband's depths, dungeons of so very old.

But fate struck Fingon in Gothmog's form,
The elven king so high and worn,
The Balrogs sought to overwhelm,
Into two was cloven then the Silver Helm.

Thus fell the king,
His star went dim
His banner silver-blue,
Morgoth's Darkness overthrew.

But Húrin and Huor, bravest men
Highest legend they became.
Singing Húrin hurled his axe:
"Aurë entuluva!"

Such glory of the past,
Heroes, wars and sorrow vast;
Held now in ancient lore,
Was never seen like this once more.

Those are beautiful words , Minyelaire, well done lovely elf

Saturday means rest, relaxation and of course, time spent in Middle-earth and in my wonderful Shire...

...My Land

How green are your valleys, how blue your great skies,
Your mountains stand tall in their glory;
Your rivers run free- the bright stars are your eyes,
Your beauty is endless before me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,
And you are the heart ever true;
For you are my land and you always will be,
The voice ever calling me home to you.

When to your green valleys some day I return,
When you lay your mantle around me;
At rest I will be where the heart will not yearn,
Then my land will ever surround me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,
And you are the heart ever true;
For you are my land and you always will be,
The voice ever calling me home to you.

The voice ever calling me home to you.

My Land - music and words by Secret Garden

This is... Beautiful.

Favourited.

-Cal (Greetings from Withywindle)

Originally Posted by Amorey

Those are beautiful words , Minyelaire, well done lovely elf

Saturday means rest, relaxation and of course, time spent in Middle-earth and in my wonderful Shire...

...My Land

How green are your valleys, how blue your great skies,
Your mountains stand tall in their glory;
Your rivers run free- the bright stars are your eyes,
Your beauty is endless before me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,
And you are the heart ever true;
For you are my land and you always will be,
The voice ever calling me home to you.

When to your green valleys some day I return,
When you lay your mantle around me;
At rest I will be where the heart will not yearn,
Then my land will ever surround me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,
And you are the heart ever true;
For you are my land and you always will be,
The voice ever calling me home to you.

The voice ever calling me home to you.

My Land - music and words by Secret Garden

*waves and looks a bit sleepy*

Oh well, an other lovely weekend gone, more music to inspire the nice people of Laurelin . I was reading the wonderful poem Smile that my friend Simbo just posted in The Laurelin Poetry Corner. There is nothing more special and precious then true friendship. Like the very unique bond Frodo and Sam have....

Now And For Always

SAM
Sing me a story of heroes of the Shire,
Muddling through,
Brave and true.
Stubborn as bindweed and tough as old briar,
Never too showy or grand.
Year after year
They persevere
Now and for always.

Harfoots who planted and Stoor folk
who ploughed,
Bred to endure,
Slow but sure.
Fallohide blood in your veins
makes you proud,
Sturdy and steady they stand.
True to their aim
To stay the same
Now and for always.

SAM+ FRODO
Sit by the firelight's glow.
Tell us an old tale we know.
Tell of adventures strange and rare-
Never to change
Ever to share
Stories we tell will cast
their spell
Now and for always

SAM
Sing me a story of Frodo
and the ring,
Fearless and bold

FRODO
Tired and cold.

SAM
Sword at his side, and elf-blade
called sting,
Crossing a mis'rable land.
Wouldn't retreat
Just followed his feet.
Now and for always.

SAM+FRODO
Sit by the firelight's glow.
Tell us an old tale we know.
Tell of adventures strange and rare-
Never to change
Ever to share
Stories we tell will cast
their spell
Now and for always

FRODO
Sing me a tale of the bravest of them all.
Comrade and guide
At my side.
Stout-hearted Sam who wouldn't
let me fall,
Holding my life in his hand.
True to the end,
No finer friend.
Now and for always.

SAM+FRODO
Sit by the firelight's glow.
Tell us an old tale we know.
Tell of adventures strange and rare-
Never to change
Ever to share
Stories we tell will cast
their spell
Now and for always

"Now and for Always" from The Lord of the Rings Musical 2006/2007

"If the hobbit loves music, all is well in the land"

And so I wish to keep sharing lovely tunes for it is very true that music can inspire, give happiness and even heal the soul of men, dwarves, elves, and of course, hobbits. My choice today is a song named The Edge of Night ,the melody was composed by Billy Boyd who played Peregrin Took in Peter Jackson's Trilogy . In Tolkien's book Pippin never sung this melody but the words of The Edge of Night are inspired by The Walking Song that Professor Tolkien wrote.

The version I share with you today is beautiful and haunting, I guess Amorey would sound like this if she was to sing...

The Edge of Night ( female cover)

The Edge of Night (Billy Boyd)

Home is behind
The world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight

Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall .....fade.

It'll do

Lyrics and music by Randy Newman.

A kind and steady heart can make a grey sky blue
And a task that seems impossible, Is quite possible for you
A kind and steady heart is sure to see you through
It may not seem like very much right now
It'll do, it'll do

When you find yourself in the middle of a storm
And you're tired and cold, and wet
And you're looking for a place that's cozy and warm
You'll make it, if you never forget

A kind and steady heart can conquer doubt and fear
A little courage goes a long, long way
Gets you a little bit further down the road each day
And before you know it, you'll hear someone say,
"That'll do, pig. That'll do."

A kind and steady heart is sure to see you through
A little courage goes a long, long way
Gets you a little bit further down the road each day
And before you know it, you'll hear someone say,
"That'll do, that'll do
That'll do, pig. That'll do."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81wOHP8zxgU

Beautiful music and inspirational lyrics for both online and offline use. I will make a LOTRO arrangement of it at some point in time.

Thank you , Phede , I did add that lovely song to my favourites

Well, an other week, an other tune to inspire - today I go all 'elvish-style' and I chose the song Lasto I Lamath from the Prologue of Lord of the Rings- The Musical as performed at Theatre Royal, Drury Lane in London a few years ago. Many of the elven songs in the musical feature lyrics in Quenya, despite the fact that the Elves during the Third Age communicated mostly in Sindarin. It is likely that the writers opted for Quenya because Tolkien had developed this language the most. The song Lasto I Lamath is sung in the Prologue of the performance by Arwen

Lasto I Lamath

i-ngwaew asia wintar
ar i ardh iaur u dara.
erui men uvill
gomen amdiram
orthored i wath.

Lasto i Lamath
erin gwaew
i lamath lin edair
avo osto!
aphada ven thane
ar u dhir tira
last' inn tegitha

Translate to:

The winds of change blow
and the old world will not remain
separate we are vulnerable,
together we may hope
to conquer the shadow.

Listen to the voices
on the wind,
the voices of your forefathers.
do not be afraid!
there is a choice to make

Text note: Literally "you follow a forked road"
and none can help you.
listen, your instinct will lead you.

Tis a magical November morning where I am, here in the Southfarthing. Mist is covering the lake in front of my burrow and I am getting ready for a day of music practice in preparation for Archet Aid on Monday. So here I am sipping some nice hot tea and humming a small tune I love so much.

Wishing you all a lovely weekend, full of music, smiles and love ♥

Everytime I hear this song, it somehow gives me inspiration to write.

Enigma - La puerta del cielo

Allà dins es canal
En es peu da sa muntanya
Pareix que es senten picarols
Suau si es mou sa manada.

Dins es canta des riquets
I es mussol crida sa calma
I aquella olor que em pareix
De sa palla humilada.

Es canta des riquets
I es mussol crida sa calma
I aquella olor que em pareix
De sa palla humilada.

Allà davall dins es canal
En es peu da sa muntanya
Pareix que es senten picarols
De sa palla de sa palla humilada

Though I realize, concidering my RP background and all, this kind of music may surprise.... it's pretty much what I listen too when I'm questing, and not being Mae or Lotti. It's very inspiring to me, and certainly is what I'm listening to now

If I'm like, chillin' then Enya works, or Clannad. Like a bit of Tangerine Dream, Brian Eno, Jethro Tull when I'm doing my hobbit's farming vocation.

I Like it, miss Lothilia ...who said that hobbits can't rock the Shire a wee bit every now and then

And very inspirational tune there, miss Tallia , added to favourite list

Getting into the mood for Archet Aid tonight

Yule fast approaching, the many talented bands of Laurelin are getting ready to celebrate the festive season with music and events. Both Hobbit Heart and The Chosen Few are busy preparing for a magical time. I also want to mention a The Tavern Spirits , a fantastic ensemble I had the pleasure to listen to last night.

This morning, stepping on the stage of The Laurelin's Concert Hall one of my favourite bands, the most talented Tuatha de Danann

Greetings my fellow Tolkien fans.

This is what I listen to when I need to get into a read/play Lotr/lotro mode/mood:

Blind Guardian The bard's Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_tORtmKIjE

Blind Guardian Lord of the rings
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SLl4FPtK9A

Also thanks for all your links with all the nice music

Originally Posted by 7kingsforme

Also thanks for all your links with all the nice music

*bows and smiles*

You are most welcome

This morning I woke up tired but a beautiful melody keeps playing in my head and in my heart. When I listen to this song I always think to my beloved Brightdown in the Southfarthing, and I dream that one day I will be able to move back to where I belong.

Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark.

Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

~Art Garfunkel

Words by JRR Tolkien, as sung by Galenswerd of the Lonely Mountain Band

The Song of Durin's Awakening

The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.

He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.

The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of Mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin’s Day.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone forever 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 stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
Till Durin wakes from sleep…





And for those of us who play music in LOTRO here is the abc file to sing along to while playing your lute or harp in game:

% The Lonely Mountain Band
% Galenswerd Swordsong, The Lonely Mountain Band http://www.lonelymountainband.com
% ABC arrangement by Astleigh Mondegreen http://my.lotro.com/astleigh


X: 11
T: Song of Durin's Awakening - Lute or Harp (4:00)
L: 1/8
Q: 130
K: D#minor

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Small poem about Autumn I wrote.


Come here, here and now!
The leaves change color, it seems only the elves know how
The moon comes up much sooner now, much difference than summer
To miss such a season like this would be a bummer!


I know, I know. Really bad. ;(

*applauds* so many wonderful talents
Keep it up!

*smiles happily as she sits next to a warm fire , surrounded by music sheets, A cup of hot tea and a few freshly-backed muffins on a small side table*

Yule is such a magical time. In the bleak mid-winter , a light shines bright. Tis a time to keep all your friends and your family real close and remember what is really important in our lives. Twill be an enchanted Yule in the Shire, and much lovely music will be heard in the Place Where I Belong ♥

The very beautiful Galadriel's Song of Eldamar, Ai! Laurië Lantar from the Tolkien Ensemble, based on J.R.R. Tolkien's writings and poems.

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!


English Translation:

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 of the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar!
Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!

The Tolkien Ensemble (founded in 1995) is a Danish ensemble with the aim to create “the worlds first complete musical interpretation of the poems and songs from The Lord of the Rings”. The project was given approval by the Tolkien family

surely everyone must agree there is some lovely songs in this thread ! *nods nods*

Originally Posted by Dittany

surely everyone must agree there is some lovely songs in this thread ! *nods nods*

*smiles at Dittany and nods*

I agree !

HAPPY NEW YEAR , LAURELIN ! MAY OUR MUSIC NEVER STOP PLAYING

((and i just updated my blog with the same music earlier today! great mind always think alike
-I would also like to give a piece i find i am hoping next year will bring ))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pfkm5...eature=related

Lovely videos from Dittany

Today is a very special day in Middle-earth. It is infact Master Ronald Dwale's 120th birthday, a remarkable age for a great hobbit. Of course, Ronald Dwale is our beloved Professor Tolkien that was born today, 120 years ago. A fitting tune for a lovely celebration, with words written by the master himself, and music by "The Starlit Jewel"

The original version of the song is recited by Bilbo in the last chapter of The Hobbit, at the end of his journey back to the Shire. Coming to the top of a rise he sees his home in the distance, and stops and says the following:

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known

Hullo lovely people of Laurelin, here is an other version of the most lovely Galadriel's Lament I found, with words by J.R.R. Tolkien, and music by Marion Zimmer Bradley.

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?

On a side note, I want to thank you all my 'musical friends , for in the last few days was really lovely to met up with you all at the Pony for music and a few giggles *looks in the direction of Remis and his flying boots*. So many , I am sure I will forget some...Lady Achazia and Lady Cymaru, Master Grymrock and Master Norgi, and of course Master Mason and Lord Beles. It is just nice to know one can sometime walk in the Pony and find so much warmth in the smiles of friends and lovely melodies been played. I am just a simple hobbit, me...so I rather stick to me own little thread here on the forums to let you know a small new weekly publication has been open...

The Chronicles of Laurelin

The Chronicles of Laurelin are aimed at all the Free People of Middle-earth, Men, Elves, Hobbits and Dwarves. Unique and recurrent events can be looked up in the Calendar and will be announced in the News and Announcements section, and there will be reports of events after they occurred. Anyhow, got to keep going...remember to smile, time for Second Breakfast here...got to go , but I see you real soon

*waves and giggles as she trips on Remis's boots left across the Pony's floor*

A lil gem I found for yer all this morning. Here is the full length, 27 verse poem by J.R.R.Tolkien: Over the Misty Mountains Cold ...it is a long one, so I hope you'll find a bit of time to enjoy

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.

The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould.

The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
Its whistling voices were released.

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling--on it went.
O'er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon's lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.

It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sale upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.

Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!

The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.

The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of freind and kin has need.

Now call we over the mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old!'
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.

The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the 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.

I thought I should share a video, I just uploaded




This is a song Eovina and myself has created.

Eovina has written Lyrics and Melody, myself has created music and arrangement. A little virtual cooporation project you could say

Hope you like it

*cheers at the shades* amazing music as ever! so is there any new amazing concert planned in the near future ?

Originally Posted by Achy

...

Hope you like it

Wonderful !

*hugs Achy and Eovina* ♥

Once of the greatest love stories of Middle-earth...Beren and Tinuviel

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.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled.
He walked along and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of 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 sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A 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 spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel 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 iron 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 away
In the forest singing sorrowless.

by J.R.R. Tolkien

Saturday morning in The Shire after the night before. Last night I was reminded by some of my closest friends how wonderful Middle-earth is and how much I just love to be here , play my music and be happy. So thank you to Tallic, Master Norgi, Miss Sevelda, Miss Bootsy and others for been there for me when I needed my friends the most. There will be always a hobbit minstrel playing in The Shire ♥

I am suprised noone have mentioned Battlelore yet. They are what made me get into Tolkiens world and thus into Lotro.
All their lyrics are about Tolkiens work and personally I hold them very dear.

And so with the upcoming expansion in mind: (live version because all the other ones got blocked)



Horse lords the men of Rohan
Allies of Gondor the land below
Green fields they guard with honour
Eastern terror, keep away!
Finest chargers of Middle-earth
They raise and ride
See the banners of Riddermark
If you're foe, you should run or hide

River Anduin, Fangorn forest
Mountains of Mist and White Horn
Mighty borders surround the Kingdom
Strong regions to guard the land

Edoras the heart of Rohan
Capital of Riddermark
Fortresses around the realm
Dunharrow and Helm's Deep
Citadels so hard to annex
Victory in both of them...
Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Invasion of Dunlending

Third Age of the Sun
The battle of Filed of Celebrant
Orchish triumph was so near
Then the third army arrived
There's no enemy who
Could ever oberwhelm those plains of light
Steal their fate of better times
And kill the fire in their eyes

Golden-haired horsemen
And their King Eorl the Young
Victory by the Eothed
Salvation to the southern lands
Great reward they have gained
From the people they have saved
Expression of gratitude
On northern fields they stay

*waves and smiles*

Well , I am off to a great adventure so this lovely music may just well be the last from me for a wee while.

As old Bilbo once said...

The 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....


Keep shining Laurelin ...I see you when my feet will find their way home to The Shire once more.

See you all again soon, I hope

*wipes away a few tears and smiles while waving and walking out her front door*

Amorey ♥

Fare Thee Well Amorey

Come back soon as I think your the nicest poster on these boards!!!

Vanimle sila tiri


May the Valar bless your Travels!

I can imagine hobbits dancing around the party tree when i listen to this -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OErJ...c87tYk0lA3la6g

Also this one too -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pSYR...c87tYk0lA3la6g

This one reminds me of hobbit romance -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2rdC...eature=related

Through the long days of summer
Where the air was a sweet as perfume
We walked through the golden meadows
And danced by the light of the moon

She was a lonely angel
Sitting there by the side of the road
On the edge of the forest
That's where the wild things grow

Blue skies of promise opened before us
There in her eyes are the dreams of the world
Blue skies of promise rained down on us
Life is so sweet with a strawberry girl

In her hands was a basket
Sticks and branches were woven as one
She smile bright like a child
As bright as the afternoon sun

It was filled with her treasures
A whole cradle of nature's beauty
Wild flowers were chosen
To lay amongst the forest berries

„It's a great day for a gatherer
You can say that I told you so
In these uncertain days
It's the simple things you need the most"

Originally Posted by TarquinBlackwood

Fare Thee Well Amorey

Come back soon as I think your the nicest poster on these boards!!!

Vanimle sila tiri


May the Valar bless your Travels!

*hobbit hug*

Thank you kindly, I am never too far away...even if I am, there you go, I am a hobbit and I love riddles

Just a quick post to thank you from the heart all those that made it to the Mystery Masquerade Ball in the Shire. It was a wonderful night , and I hope you hall enjoyed it as much as I did. See you at the next Mystery Masquerade in the Shire, and until then here are some lovely pictures of the night

Mystery Masquerade Ball 2012 by Once Upon A Hobbit, on Flickr


Mystery Masquerade Ball 2012 by Once Upon A Hobbit, on Flickr

and as this is a musical thread, here is the obligatory tune from me...something lovely and romantic by the very talented Loreena McKennitt...Dark Night of The Soul

A lovely hobbity song ...."The Greatest Adventure" was Composed and Performed by Glenn Yarbrough for the animated version of The Hobbit (1977)

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said
The chances the changes are all yours to make
The mold of your life is in your hands to break.

The greatest adventure is there if you are bold
Let go of the moment that life makes you hold
To measure the meaning can make you delay
It's time you stop thinking and wasting the day.

A man whose a dreamer and never takes leave
Who thinks of a world that is make believe
Will never know passion
Will never know pain
Who sits by the window
Will one day see rain.

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said
The chances the changes are all yours to make
The mold of your life is in your hands to break.