I found this song/poem a couple of years ago (in fact I don't even remember finding it) and have just recently re-discovered it in my files a couple of days ago. It is about a student/apprentice and his teacher. I'll warn you, reading it made my cry. It is sadly beautiful.
Song: Dagor Imladris
(Translation of Elvish: "The
Battle of Rivendell")
This song is about what happened
when our valley was attacked by the hosts of Mordor.
I woke to the sound of the thunder of drums
And knew by the shoutin' that battle had come
To shatter the peace and the joy of our hall-
With harp in my hand, I can't fight them at all!
What cost to the living, what cost to the dead,
For the food on my table, the roof o'er my head?
You say home and freedom are worth fighting for-
That you'll have a share in them, fight all the more.
My master said, "Stay," as he girt on his sword.
He taught me to sing and to live by my word,
But if that's the last word of his that I hear
The lessons he gave are a gift far too dear!
What cost to the living, what cost to the dead,
For the food on my table, the roof o'er my head?
You said home and loved ones are worth fighting for-
To live, my dear master, please fight all the more.
I went to the healers to help as I can,
For heroes are great, and small are my hands.
I saw things that day never learned in my art:
A shaft through the eye, and a spear through the heart.
What cost to the living, what cost to the dead,
For the food on my table, the roof o'er my head?
You say home and freedom are worth dying for-
That you'll have a share in them, fight all the more.
The Hall of Fire's burning, the river runs red
I cradled the dying, I sang to the dead,
But when the foe scattered they took me away.
I pray, my dear master, you outlived the day.
Give thanks to the living, give thanks to the dead,
For the food on your table, the roof o'er your head.
I sang as you taught me until my last breath,
For the love that you gave me was worth even death.
I woke to the sound of the thunder of drums
And knew by the shoutin' that battle had come
To shatter the peace and the joy of our hall-
With harp in my hand, I can't fight them at all!
What cost to the living, what cost to the dead,
For the food on my table, the roof o'er my head?
You say home and freedom are worth fighting for-
That you'll have a share in them, fight all the more.
My master said, "Stay," as he girt on his sword.
He taught me to sing and to live by my word,
But if that's the last word of his that I hear
The lessons he gave are a gift far too dear!
What cost to the living, what cost to the dead,
For the food on my table, the roof o'er my head?
You said home and loved ones are worth fighting for-
To live, my dear master, please fight all the more.
I went to the healers to help as I can,
For heroes are great, and small are my hands.
I saw things that day never learned in my art:
A shaft through the eye, and a spear through the heart.
What cost to the living, what cost to the dead,
For the food on my table, the roof o'er my head?
You say home and freedom are worth dying for-
That you'll have a share in them, fight all the more.
The Hall of Fire's burning, the river runs red
I cradled the dying, I sang to the dead,
But when the foe scattered they took me away.
I pray, my dear master, you outlived the day.
Give thanks to the living, give thanks to the dead,
For the food on your table, the roof o'er your head.
I sang as you taught me until my last breath,
For the love that you gave me was worth even death.
I hope you found that as beautiful as I did!
3 comments:
That's beautiful.
Mordor and Rivendell...they sound like Eragon words...I just can't place them for sure...
They are from Lord of the Rings. Rivendell is the elvish refuge and Mordor is the dark land where the evil lord Sauron lives. Eragon is awesome as well though!
Ah! Yes! That's where I heard them.
Mordor/Fly you fools.
Yep.
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