Playlist Rivendell

rivendell - a drinking song

Ho, ho, ho, to the bottle I go
to heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
and many miles be still to go,
but under a tall tree I will lie!

rivendell - aragorn son of arathorn

Aragorn, Son Of Arathorn

Through Forests deep and ???
His ??? mighty ?
??? in his face
In his eyes a glooming blaze
??? the crown of his Father and Gondor Throne
On his side brights the sword of Elendil
The Ancient ???
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

In Minas Tirith stands his throne
The ???? of Gondor is his ???

Through, through forests deep
And ??? his pride
His crowless might
Through ???? his ???

???
??? in the face
In the face, in his eyes
A glooming blaze

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

On, on his side ???
The mighty sword
Of Elendil, of Elendil
The Ancient Glory

rivendell - back to lands we once did know

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 king and oxen feed!

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

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

rivendell - durin s halls

Durin's Halls

The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty Kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shown forever far and bright.
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

rivendell - especial pra mim

não sei por que eu penso tanto em você
Eu só queria te dizer
Que você é muito especial pra mim
Tudo foi tão de-repente
Nunca pensei que fosse com a gente
Mas tudo aconteceu

Eu te Amei ...
Você disse que eu me enganei
Pena tudo acabou
O sonho virou terror
Eu te Amei ...
Você disse que eu me enganei
Pena tudo acabou
O sonho virou terror

Você deve pensar
Que é tudo mentira
Mas isso acontece são coisas da vida
E realmente aconteceu

Eu te Amei ...
Você disse que eu me enganei
Pena tudo acabou
O sonho virou terror

rivendell - eärendil

Beneath the Moon and under star
he wandered far from strands,
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands.
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
where shadow lies on hills,
from nether heats and burning waste
he turned in haste, and roving still.

He came unto the timeless halls
where shining fall the countless years,
and endless reigns the Elder King
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
and words unheard were spoken then
of folk of Men and Elven-kin.
Beyond the world were visions showed
forbid to those that dwell therein.

He saw the Mountain silent rise
where twilight lies upon
of Valinor, and Eldamar
beheld afar beyond the seas.

He came unto the timeless halls
where shining fall the countless years,
and endless reigns the Elder King
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
and words unheard were spoken then
of folk of Men and Elven-kin.
Beyond the world were visions showed
forbid to those that dwell therein.

The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the light
and dauntless then with burning brow
he turned his prow; in the night
from Otherworld beyond the Sea
strong and free a storm arose,
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long-forsaken seas.

And over Middle-earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days, in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid,
till Moon should fade, an orbéd star.

rivendell - luthien

Luthien

Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here did lie
and here with lissom limbs did run
beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,

Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled

unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this-
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-
that Lúthien for a time should be.

Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled

unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this-
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-
that Lúthien for a time should be.

rivendell - malbeth the seer s word

Malbeth The Seer's Word

Over the land there lies a long shadow,
Westward reaching wings of darkness.
The Tower trembles; to the tombs of kings
Doom approaches. The Dead awaken;

For the hour is come for the oathbreakers;
At the Stone of Erech they shall stand again
And hear there a horn in the hills ringing.
Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them

From the grey twilight, the forgotten people?
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come, need shall drive him:
He shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.

rivendell - misty mountains

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sward.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeouns deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
(The pines were roaring on the height)
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
(The fire was red, it flaming spread)
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
(The bells were ringing in the dale)
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire)
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
(The mountain smoked beneath the moon)
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
(They fled their hall to dying fall)
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

The pines were roaring on the height,
(The pines were roaring on the height)
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
(The fire was red, it flaming spread)
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
(The bells were ringing in the dale)
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire)
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

(Originally named "Dwarven Song About Old Wealth" by Tolkien)

rivendell - rivendell

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
Far over wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Until at last our toil be passed,
our errand sped, Our journey done,

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.

Seldom have walked the feet of Men
Few mortal eyes have seen the light
That lies there ever, long and bright.

Clear is the water of your well;
White is the star in your white hand;
Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land

rivendell - the cloud

Um poço de lembranças estranhas
retalhos de colcha se desfazem
poeiras, teias de aranhas
as nuvens distantes desenhadas no teto do quarto

essa é a terceira noite
e eles me dizem que sou feito de carne e livros
sendo a terceira vez
eu fui feito de ossos e histórias
mesmo que fosse a terceira chance
minha pele ainda é papel sépia
nem que existissem lágrimas verdadeiras
os olhos desenhados a nanquim seriam borrados.

Seja livre, tolo, mimado e sincero
Tente tocar as nuvens com seus dedos frios
Seja belo, nojento, elegante e mortal
Escreva seu nome em cada parte de nós
Sendo apenas mais um e aquele que faz a diferença
Não seja real e você será tudo que importa

Essa é a terceira noite
Para refazer o que não foi feito
Esse é o primeiro nome que recebo
no terceiro pesadelo que se repete
Três vezes mais
tudo estará rasgado pela manhã

rivendell - the fall of finrod

The Fall Of Finrod

Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
Of changing and of shifting shape

Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing

Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong

The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
And all the magic and might he brought
Of Elvenesse into his words.
Softly in the gloom they heard the birds

Singing afar in Nargothrond,
The sighing of the Sea beyond,
Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls in Elvenland.

Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing

Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
The Foamriders, and stealing drew
Their white ships with their white sails
From lamplit havens. The wind wails,

The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn ---

And Finrod fell before the throne.

rivendell - the fall of gill galad

Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwell none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where shadows are.

rivendell - the king beneath the mountains

The King Beneath The Mountains

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun:
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun:
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.

rivendell - the old walking song

The Road goes ever on and on,
out from the door of where it began.
And now far ahead the Road has gone,
let others follow it who can.

The Road goes ever on and on,
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
and I must follow, if I can!
Pursuing it with eager feet,
until it joins some larger way,
where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on,
out from the door of where it began.
And now far ahead the Road has gone,
let others follow it who can!
And let them a journey new begin,
but I at last with weary feet
will turn towards the lighted inn,
evening-rest and sleep to meet.

The Road goes ever on and on,
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
and I must follow, if I can!
Pursuing it with eager feet,
until it joins some larger way,
where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Is it a new Road or a secret gate?
The day will come at last for me,
when I shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon and East of the Sun.

The Road goes ever on and on,
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
and I must follow, if I can!
Pursuing it with eager feet,
until it joins some larger way,
where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on,
out from the door of where it began.
And now far ahead the Road has gone,
let others follow it who can.
And let them a journey new begin,
but I at last with weary feet
will turn towards the lighted inn,
evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Is it a new Road or a secret gate?
The day will come at last for me,
when I shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon and East of the Sun.

rivendell