My favorite J.R.R.'s poem

[Patricia]

I don't know whether this is the place to put your own poems, but I just want to write down my favorite poem out of Lord of the Rings. It appears twice in the book, I think, and I just love it. Obviously it's talking about Aragorn, written by Gandalf, I think.

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 ashes a fire shall be woken
From shadows a new light shall spring,
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

[Glarawen]

that is my second favorite my favorite is spoken by Legolas in The Two Towers:

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are 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?
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 Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not; land of my people forever!

I also like:
Legolas Greenleaf long under the trees
In joy thou hast lived Beware of the Sea!
If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall rest in the forest no more...

*Note they are prob full of mistakes cause that is from memory. I am too lazy to find the book........

[Mirkgirl]

I love it, Patricia... somehow it has all life needs

When I was little I used to know almost all of the poems in LotR by heart... every time I had to impress the adults I was reciting them :naughty:

It's a great credit to Tolkien... as in school i never managed to learn any poem by heart... I htought it was stupid and senseless... and still do... but Tolkien was my fave... the poems were just what I wanted to know... well Im weird

Well as a favourite... ah no I can't choose (:

[Patricia]

Haha, I memorize poems too. Just whenever I'm bored, it's like "Hmmm, I think I'll memorize this one".

Except somehow my parents aren't too impressed. I told my dad I was learning Quenya yesterday. He just looked at me for about a minute in total silence, then went back to reading the paper. :)

[Glarawen]

hehehaa I dont share what I do w/ my stepdad cause he just says "Whats the point? It wont help u get a collage E" I do enough for collage!!!!! I can have some fun!!! :)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

I adore memorizing poems, I do it whenever I have time. I once memorized the first two acts of Hamlet ... from that all I remember is the king's big soliloquy towards the end lol

Anyway... I think I'll die of shock to see Mirky posting in this forum, I swear she's never even been in here before lol ;)

Getting back on topic... my favorite poem is Bilbo's Song (or so the index calls it :huh: lol)I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
I adore that poem. It has such a nice rhythm to it, and really voices my thoughts well on mortality and such

[Glarawen]

Whoa! that is long!!!!!! I like it to and when I have time I will learn it. Well memorising these peoms help me too cause the PSSA (it is like a state test to see where ur school ranks in the state) well the PSSA has a bunch of anilzing questions that we have to figure out and everybody hates 'em 'cept me!!!!!!!! the only reason y I like them is cause they are easy!!!! lol ;)

[Patricia]

Ooh, here's another one! From "A Knife in the Dark". Sung by Aragorn, back when he's known as Strider.

Anyway I only have the first two verses memorized. Yes, I'm lazy. I out my favorite parts in bold though.

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.
Tinúviel 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 alone 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.

This is on page 187 of my edition. I really like it :D

[Glarawen]

I really like that one too :)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

yeah... how about a hard question... which tolkien poem dont you like? lol

[Galadriel]

My favorite poem would ahve to be the one Frodo sings at the Prancing pony about the cow jumping over the moon,

[Patricia]

Aw, I was a bout to say I didn't like that one. Sorry :-/ Well, I know it's meant to be silly and everything, but it's just.... I mean, I can see why they didn't put it in the movie.

[Glarawen]

Um I really dont like the one Gollum says. [ It isnt the one about fish it is the other one lol ;) ]

[Galadriel]

you mean the one about the Dead marshes?

[Glarawen]

i think yeah maybe ooooo it gave me the creeps the first time i read it!

[Elfdaughter]

What, the 'Cold be heart and hand and bone, cold be travellers far from home. They do not see what lies ahead, when sun is cold and moon is dead.' - that one? (Though, again, that's from memory, so it's prob. not quite right!)

[Glarawen]

Yeah that one !!!! reading It now , it isnt scary but when i did read it before it gave me the creeps

[Tar-Ancalimë]

i really thought that one was only in the movie! i mean, the first part of it is in the book in an entirely different place, but not the rest... which chapter is it in?

[Glarawen]

um i will have to check....... gotta find the book first

[Mirkgirl]

Im confused here... isn;t the cold heart and so on the spell of the barrow-wight? Or I really need to reread the books...

[Tar-Ancalimë]

well yes.... the first line of gollum's poem is in "fog on the barrow-downs"

but the second line... "travelers &c..." , I think PJ&co just made up :huh:

[Glarawen]

well it was that one in the book the one that starts out like that......

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ah yes. very scary indeed... seeing as how its described as an 'incantation' ... something about that word is very freaky... but nothing to do with the dead marshes ;)

[Glarawen]

i thought was but hey i dont know every thing!! well witch ones do u guys dislike?

[Tar-Ancalimë]

i always skip over the silly ones like the cow over the moon and the one about the trolls... but not to say i dislike them....

[Mirkgirl]

I liked the cow one... but that's just me :grin: ;)

[Galadriel]

I like all the silly ones like the cow one and oliphant one. lol

[Lalaith]

Hey y'all - I just thought I'd give you my own two cents! My favourite JRRT poem (currently) is the Fall of Gil-galad....


Gil-galad was an Elvenking,
Of him the harpers sadly sing
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the Mountains and the Sea


But then, ol' Gil is one of my favourite Elves so perhaps it's not surprising that I like it!! :p

[Periantari Andruil]

i agree with all and like the aforementioned ones... i have some from ROTK that i'm reading right now: (these are so good as well) :-D

"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."
~Frodo, Grey Havens

and one from Sam at the Tower of Cirth Ungol while trying to find Frodo:

"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."
~Samwise Gamgee :)

I love it that Sam just doesn't lose hope... Sam is so loyal and devoted to Frodo... such a great friendship =)

[Galadriel]

Oh yes I also likes those ones too.

[Elfdaughter]

Just boosting this back up - I love the Song of Nimrodel - I'm actually putting it to harp music at the min...

[Demon Knight]

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.
Tinúviel 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 alone 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.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
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 Tinúviel
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.
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 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.

[Elfdaughter]

Oh, the Lay of Luthien....I love that one as well! And the Song of Eldamar.

[Arien]

I'm quite partial to The Bath Song. lol Just plain wonderful. :grin:

[Elfdaughter]

lol - yeah, I like that one too!

[Stormcrow]

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.
Tinúviel 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 alone 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.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
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 Tinúviel
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.
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 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.

Ah...so beautiful. :)