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Post by Iluvatar on Mar 8, 2004 22:15:40 GMT -5
Impressive!!
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Post by Luthien on Mar 9, 2004 7:43:25 GMT -5
Now this is all the last three songs/poems I've done put together. It's kinda big now. All has come to this day When no one knows when all will fade The seasons come, the seasons go When all is done all will slow Time has come to set away To save this land another day To die and parish before the sun When this land soon be done Many have fought and gave their life To set another day for another life As the sun goes up and comes down Another king will be aground All has come to this day When no one knows when all will fade The seasons come, the seasons go When all is done all will slow To set aside another day Will cause the dreams to fade away When all is lost and dreams are torn They'll be an evil face showing no scorn No one will know what seemed to turn But only what is seen in the burn So much evil in the air Will give anyone a frightful scare Markings are shown as bright as gold This is what the tale has told So much evil lies within So much truth, but such a sin To set aside another day Will cause dreams to fade away When all is lost and dreams are torn They'll be an evil face showing no scorn No one knows who has won Until the day is truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky With Brutal snarls and evil screams All may seem a nightmare dream All will fight til the break of dawn All will seem that all is gone No one knows what the future lies When all is gone and darkened skies Evil may linger in the air As the land looks dry and bare No one knows who has won Until the day is truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky WOW, that was really long.
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Post by Loralya on Mar 11, 2004 23:34:16 GMT -5
Song of Beren and Lúthien
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 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 away In the forest singing sorrowless.
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Post by Iluvatar on Mar 12, 2004 0:04:40 GMT -5
Luthy you never seen to stop impressing me, my friend.
LORY!!! Welcome! that was nice! Please have some food and drink!
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Post by Luthien on Mar 12, 2004 20:11:47 GMT -5
Thank you. So do you Lory. That was a wonderful song
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Post by Iluvatar on Mar 12, 2004 23:09:12 GMT -5
Yes, that was a wonderfull song!
Iluvatar sips from her wine glass.
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Post by Loralya on Mar 13, 2004 12:16:03 GMT -5
Yay! I got a complement! I think that's the first ever! hehehe Your's was lovely Luthy!
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Post by Luthien on Mar 13, 2004 22:19:28 GMT -5
All the ones I've put in here, I've made them all up myself. so that's pretty good.
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Post by Aman on Jun 5, 2004 15:24:49 GMT -5
Hey ho! to the pub i go to heal my heart and droen my woe, Rain may fall and wind may blow but there still be many miles to go, sweet is the sound of the pouring rain and the stream that flows from hill to plain, better than rain or rippling brook is a mug of beer inside this took!
May it be an evening star shines down upon you, May it be when darkness falls your heart will be true, you walk a lonely road oh how far you are from home.
CHORUS Mor Ni A Oo Tu Li A, Believe and you will find your way, Mor Ni A Aw Lahn Ti A, A promise lives within you now.
May it be the shadows call will fly away, May it be you journey on to light the day, when the night is overcome, You may rise to find the sun,
CHORUS
I know its kind of a change of mood but it works!
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Post by Iluvatar on Jun 6, 2004 17:36:44 GMT -5
Yes, but it is a nice change my friend. Please sit and have some thing to drink.
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Post by Aman on Jun 6, 2004 19:52:12 GMT -5
Why thatnk you my dear sister. I think i will have an orange smoothie if you have it that is. and thank you for the compliment i tried to write down something from the book but i couldn't find a good one that you guys hadn't already written.
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Post by Loralya on Jun 26, 2004 17:53:16 GMT -5
Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot? Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast 'em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!
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Post by Aman on Jun 27, 2004 16:24:52 GMT -5
that was very good lor!
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Post by Loralya on Jun 27, 2004 17:54:23 GMT -5
hehehe, yes, i believe that is the only part of the entire hobbit cartoon that i really like.
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Post by Aman on Jun 27, 2004 20:59:23 GMT -5
o i don't believe i've seen it. i bet it wasn't that good..... i can't wait until the real version comes out
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