Villanelles - Lothithil

Utuluva aure, Atanatari

Behold the stars! Behold the Sun!
Let not your hearts in darkness dwell
O fathers of Men, the Day will come.

Raise your eyes as the tale is begun
There is much to hear and much to tell
Behold the stars! Behold the Sun!

While flute is blown and skin is drum
Before the final Darkness fell
O fathers of Men, the Day will come.

Let joy unfold as bell is rung
We sing and dance within this dell
Behold the stars! Behold the Sun!

Let our spirits join as one
Before our lives we dearly sell
O fathers of Men, the Day will come.

Our enemies will break and run
Or come our fragile lives to quell
Behold the stars! Behold the Sun!
O fathers of Men, the Day will come.


As Time Wears On

With what coin can we procure?
What fragile peace can there be found
While the Valar still endure?

To wonderous lands with air so pure
To Elvenhome our ship is bound
With what coin can we procure.

And can you forgetfulness assure?
It is not to be, not to be found
While the Valar still endure.

I sail there to seek a cure;
No firey prye nor earthen mound
With what coin can we procure.

The Eldalie that are and were
Are in these circles ever bound
While the Valar still endure.


Let what healing can occur
Where the conches of Ulmo sound.
With what coin can we procure
While the Valar still endure?



The Conches of Ulmo

Roaring, roaring the thunder in my dreams
Even rooted as I am to the Earth it comes to me
In the coursing water hear the laughter of the streams

No tool am I to be involved in lofty wizard's schemes
Nothing can entice me to leave my home beneath the beechen tree
Roaring, roaring the thunder in my dreams

I will not hear it, the echoing of mighty themes
A cajoling voice singing of the wonders of the Sea
In the coursing water hear the laughter of the streams

This is my joy, dancing under leaves scattering sunbeams
Not persuing fantasy, however fine it may be
Roaring, roaring the thunder in my dreams

Give me peace! And drowned out the ache with which my body teems
How can I be happy now the trees are deaf to me?
In the coursing water hear the laughter of the streams

This is beyond the ken of man or elf I deem
My resistance disolved at the sound of the seagull's pleas
Roaring, roaring the thunder in my dreams
In the coursing water hear the laughter of the streams


Bitter Heart

Can he with his innocence survive this trial alone
Though his efforts are assisted by Man and Elf and Ent?
The Valar watching distantly have hearts made out of stone

Not a creature forged of metal, he is only flesh and bone
Yet into the very Fires of Doom he is to be sent
Can he with his innocence survive this trial alone?

If it were somehow possible my strength I would him loan
To watch him slowly lose himself has my spirit deeply rent
The Valar watching distantly have hearts made out of stone

Less fruitlessly would I have lived, if I had but known
For listless lingering in fields of clover is this hobbit meant
Can he with his innocence survive this trial alone?

He goes to reap the bitter harvest our indifference has sown
With only one companion and what hope he has not spent
The Valar watching distantly have hearts made out of stone

Mighty Ones beyond the Sea his sufferings condone
And though welcomed he to Elvenhome across the oceans bent
Can he with his innocence survive this trial alone?
The Valar watching distantly have hearts made out of stone


The Madness of Frodo Baggins

I know not what I'm saying when the Ring is wearing me
Samwise, friend of friends, beside me to the last
Not for too much longer can we hope to remain free

I can barely now remember our journey into Bree
Who could have guessed that our fates would be thus cast?
I know not what I'm saying when the Ring is wearing me

Around us hunt a thousand orcs and men most unfriendly
We will not find a way to come to our goal unharassed
Not for too much longer can we hope to remain free

This veil is too thin, I cower under every rocky lee
And find myself cursing you and stop myself, aghast
I know not what I'm saying when the Ring is wearing me

May it be that Elbereth can somehow hear our pleas
I would not have come so far without your strength steadfast
Not for too much longer can we hope to remain free

When I claim the Precious, He will undoubtedly see
That I wield the Ring; Sauron will be downcast
I know not what I'm saying when the Ring is wearing me
Not for too much longer can we hope to remain free



- Lothithil