All that is Gold – Brooks Williams

All that is gold does not glitter
All who wander are not lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not touched by frost

So we [dog mod and brain mod] just discovered that Brooks Williams combined Tolkien’s verse with paraphrasing from Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, and the result is pretty catchy.

Lyrics available here.

(Full disclosure: when we first listened to this, the Christian aspect flew right over our heads and we went “huh, this sounds weirdly like religious music, wonder why?” We didn’t get it until we found lyrics with explanatory notes.)

In the Halls of Our Fathers – Ingrid Windsland

ingridbeast:

ingridbeast:

“In the Halls of Our Fathers”, or “Thorin’s Farewell” which was it’s working title, is a song I wrote shortly after Easter, and I’ve been editing and revising it ever since. Only now am I happy with how the lyrics turned out. This is actually the very first recording I have ever done of it, done in one take with no editing (which is rather rare for me, as I usually do several takes with a lot of editing before I’m happy with it), so it’s practically a live version. I guess I’m just really eager to share it with you all! ^_^

The picture is of two wonderful cosplayers I had the pleasure of meeting at HobbitCon and is taken by Felix (http://revelio.deviantart.com/). You can find the whole photo shoot here:

http://bittersuites.tumblr.com/post/82818914778/the-clouds-burst-the-end-of-durins-line

Thorin: http://a-very-important-dwarf.tumblr.com/
Bilbo: http://misterbilbo.tumblr.com/

Lyrics

In the Halls of Our Fathers
(Thorin’s Farewell)

Lift your gaze
For someone so small
You had a bravery
That baffled us all
And in your reluctance
You found in your heart
The kindness to see through
A rough-cut facade

And the road lay before you
So frightful and new
But you joined our company
As one of a few
To share an adventure
And through the world roam
To the Halls of our Fathers
Our home

Lift you head
For all you have learned
You found your courage
When everything burned
In our darkest hour
To this ragged crew
Your heart remained loyal
And your spirit true

And the road lies behind you
The world lies ahead
Through woodland and mountain
And battle it lead
Together we stand now
Midst pillars of yore
In the Halls of our Fathers
Once more

Lift your hand
And let it clasp mine
I need your forgiveness
Before it is time
Thief I once called you
But you are my friend
And the last to embrace me
Here at the end

For my road has ended
So bid me farewell
And remember me kindly
In stories you’ll tell
And lay me to rest
When my last breath has passed
In the Halls of our Fathers
At last

Yeah, I’m sorry, but there is no way I’m not reblogging this after seeing the trailer …

The Library Bards

Hey there!

I wanted to reach out to you because my band, The Library Bards are babies in the filking community, but would love to get more involved! We do nerdy parody songs, and you can hear one of them (about our favorite wizard) here: https://youtu.be/R7i-Cg5DiWo

We have other songs as well, and more music videos to come!

Thanks,

Xander

(A Library Bard :D)

Submitted by xanderiffic!  The video is definitely worth watching, if only to see Gandalf dance.  I mean, there are other reasons, but that should be sufficient.

Treebeard’s Song – Christopher Lee

glorfinn:

R.I.P. Christopher Lee.
We will always remember you and your work. As a tribute, I’m sharing this song he performed with the Tolkien Ensemble, singing as Treebeard.

“In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring.
Ah ! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion !
And I said that was good.

I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand.
Ah ! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir !
And I thought that was best.

To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.
Ah ! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire.

To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter.
Ah ! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thön !
My voice went up and sang in the sky.

And now all those lands lie under the wave,
And I walk in Ambaróna, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë,
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalómë.“

~ J.R.R. Tolkien