(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”, 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:
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!
(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.
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