1. RHYME OF LORE

Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three,
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.


2. OF BEREN AND LUTHIEN

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.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her rainment 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,
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.

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.

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.


3. O ROWAN FAIR

O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!
O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,
Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft:
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!
O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;
Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day.
O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië


4. BATH SONG

Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
And the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
But better than rain or rippling streams
Is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
Down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
But better is Beer, if drink we lack,
And Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
In a fountain white beneath the sky;
But never did fountain sound so sweet
As splashing Hot Water with my feet!


5. ELVES OF RIVENDELL

O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your ponies need shoeing!
The river is flowing!
O! Tra-la-la-lally
Here down in the valley!

O! What are you seeking,
And where are you making?
The faggots are reeking,
The bannocks are baking!
O! Tril-lil-lil-lolly
The valley is jolly.

O! Where are you going
With beards all a-wagging?
No knowing, no knowing
What brings mister baggins,
And balin and dwalin
Down into the valley
In june
And listen and hark
Till the end of the dark
To our tune

O! Will you be staying,
Or will you be flying?
Your ponies are straying!
The daylight is dying!
To fly would be folly,
To stay would be jolly
To stay would be jolly
In june
And listen and hark
Till the end of the dark
To our tune


6. SHADOW BRIDE

There was a man who dwelt alone,
As day and night went past
He sat as still as carven stone,
And yet no shadow cast.
The white owls perched upon his head
Beneath the winter moon;
They wiped their beaks and thought him dead
Under the stars of June.
There came a lady clad in grey
In the twilight shining:
One moment she would stand and stay,
Her hair with flowers entwining.
He woke, as had he sprung of stone,
And broke the spell that bound him;
He clasped her fast, both flesh and bone,
And wrapped her shadow round him.
There never more she walks her ways
By sun or moon or star;
She dwells below where neither days
Nor any nights there are.
But once a year when caverns yawn
And hidden things awake,
They dance together then till dawn
And a single shadow make.


7. GALADRIEL SONG

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 star 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 beyonf 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?


8. GALADRIEL MESSAGE TO ARAGORN

Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?
Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar?
Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth,
And the Grey Company ride from the North.
But dark is the path appointed for thee:
The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.


9. GALADRIEL'S MESSAGE TO LEGOLAS

Legolas Greenleaf,
Long under tree
In joy thou hast lived,
Beware of the sea.

If thou hearst
A cry of gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall
Then rest in forest no more


10. ATHELAS

When the black breath blows
and death's shadow grows
and all lights pass,
come athelas! come athelas!
Life to the dying
In the king's hand lying!


11. ELVES ROLLING BARELS

Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know!
Leave the halls and caverns deep,
Leave the northern mountains steep,

Where the forest wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim!
Float beyond the world of trees
Out into the whispering breeze,

Past the rushes, past the reeds,
Past the marsh's waving weeds,
Through the mist that riseth white
Up from mere and pool at night!

Follow, follow stars that leap
Up the heavens cold and steep;
Turn when dawn comes over land,
Over rapid, over sand,

South away! and South away!
Seek the sunlight and the day,
Back to pasture, back to mead,
Where the kine and oxen feed!

Back to gardens on the hills
Where the berry swells and fills
Under sunlight, under day!
South away! and South away!


12. SAM'S SONG

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.


13. THE TOWER OF CIRITH UNGOL

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14. PASSION (SAM MEETS RODO)

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15. ELVES BEYOND THE SEA

Namárië!
Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva.
Namárië!

16. THE LAST SHIP

Firiel looked out at three o'clock:
The grey night was going;
Far away a golden cock
Clear and shrill was crowing.
The trees were dark, and the dawn pale,
Waking birds were cheeping,
A wind moved cool and frail
Through dim leaves creeping.

She watched the gleam at window grow,
Till the long light was shimmering
On land and leaf; on grass below
Grey dew was glimmering.

Over the floor her white feet crept,
Down the stair they twinkled,
Through the grass they dancing stepped
All with dew besprinkled.

Her gown had jewels upon its hem,
As she ran down to the river,
And leaned upon a willow-stem,
And watched the water quiver.

A kingfisher plunged down like a stone
In a blue flash falling,
Bending reeds were softly blown,
Lily-leaves were sprawling.

A sudden music to her came,
As she stood there gleaming
With fair hair in the morning's flame
On her shoulders streaming.

Flutes were there, and harps were wrung,
And there was sound of singing,
Like wind-voices keen and young
And far bells ringing.

With harp in hand they sang their song
To the slow oars swinging;

'Green is the land the leaves are long,
And the birds are singing.
Many a day with dawn of gold
This earth will lighten,
Many a flower will yet unfold,
Ere the cornfields whiten.

'Then whither go ye, boatmen fair,
Down the river gliding?
To twilight and to secret lair
In the great forest hiding?

To Northern isles and shores of stone
On strong swans flying,
By cold waves to dwell alone
With the white gulls crying?'

The oars were stayed. They turned aside:
'Do you hear the call, Earth-maiden?
Firiel! Firiel!' they cried,
'Our ship is not full-laden.

One more only we may bear.
Come! For your days are speeding.
Come! Earth-maiden elven-fair,
Our last call heeding.'

Firiel looked from the river-bank,
One step daring;
Then deep in clay her feet sank,
And she halted staring.

She donned her smock of russet brown,
Her long hair braided,
And to her work came stepping down.
Soon the sunlight faded.

But the tide of time turned, and to her amazement Firiel found herself thousands of years later, at the beginning of 21st century, in the world parallel to ours. And beautiful faeries, The Uninvited, the descendants of Mirkwood Elves, now called the fair folk of Laoris, found Firiel and, singing sweetly, welcomed her to join their dance. And they sang:
Kelis, Firiel
Kelis, Firiel
Kelis, Firiel
Firiel
Firiel
Firiel.