Songs & Poems
Here you can find songs and poems from Tolkien's books!
Picture by Tolkien
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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?
--Galadriel
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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 caito mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!
--Galadriel
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Snow-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.
--Gildor Inglorion and his company of Elves
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A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chared palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!
--Elves in the Hall of Fire
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Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between 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 field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
--Sam
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Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here did lie
and here with lissom limbs did run
beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled
unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this ;
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea ;
that Lúthien for a time should be.
--Beren
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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 beachen 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.
--Aragorn
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Picture by Nasmith
Here's a poem written by ArwenLegolas! Thank you for letting me use it!
Sounds of Awakening
In the Waters of Cuivíenen where the Elves had their Beginning, on Awakening they saw a star shining brightly from afar, set by the Valat them as Guide so they would not get lost at night.
They looked upon the Constellations glitt'ring brilliant from afar. They saw Soronúmë, Anarríma and the Mighty Menelmacar, showing forth his mighty Belt; for Varda Took Telperion's Dew and set there in the heavens anew, the Stars that Melkor dimmed.
Due North the elves see Valacirca, Melkor saw them from afar, the Sickle of the Mighty Valar. He knew on Ea he had no room, that he was looking at his doom.
By star-lit skies and Sound of Water, the Firstborn woke there from their sleep, they played and gamboled in Cuivíenen because the water as not deep.
As Oromë rode through the Forest, he heard their Singing from below, with wonder he looked on the Quendi, from then on loved them evermore.
The elves loved Varda Elentari, revered above all other Valar, they call to her in times of trouble their words you still hear from afar:
"A Elbereth Gilthoniel sìlìvren penna mìriel,
O menel aglar elennath, na-chared palan dìriel,
galadhremmin ennorath Fanuilos le linnathon nef, aear si nef."
We still remember, we who dwell in this far land beneath the trees, the starlight on the Western seas.
Then Melkor made the Firstborn fear with noises in the wood, his servants and his demons devoured them when they could.
Then Melkor in his new disguise spoke of the Valar bad, but Oromë among them dwelled and with the blowing of his Horn he chased away the Bad.
Then came a noise of fear and rending, but Oromë rode on Nahar,whose coat of Silver one could see shining brightly from afar.
But Oromë the Mighty Hunter, with his Spear and with his Bow, on his Mighty Horn would blow, which is called the Valaroma, he sounded the Charge of the war of the Valar.
and they made war there upon Melkor, unroofed his Halls and broke his pits. He fled at last to dark Utunmo, surrounded by his demon host, he knew that Ea to him was lost.
Then Tulcas wrestled there with Melkor and cast him down into the Dust. They bound him then with strong Againor, the chain that Aulë had made, and locked him in the Void!
Before the Children came to be the Valaar then repaired the World. The Silver Lights shone brightly in the Sky, surrounding there the Seven-Star, the Sickle of the Valar, of which the Crown of Stars were made.
Here ends the Story of Awakening, and all the Sounds that came with it. The fell foes fled into the darkness and stayed there in the pit.
Poem written By Arwen Legolas Wilson. Copyright pending
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