Tag: Queue Sera Sera

everywindintheriver:

I haven’t posted anything for a while on tumblr, music or otherwise, so here’s a little something. It’s one of my older songs with added harmonies! Hopefully now that I’m at school, I’ll be able to start writing and recording more regularly again. Thanks for being patient and for listening!

Lament for Boromir 

(original music, poetry from The Two Towers by J. R. R. Tolkien.)

Aragorn:Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grassgrowsThe West Wind comes walking, and about the walls itgoes.‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do youbring to me tonight?Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?’’I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wideand grey;I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed awayInto the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son ofDenethor.’’O Boromir! From the high walls westward I lookedafar,But you came not from the empty lands where no menare.’

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Legolas:From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, fromthe sandhills and the stones;The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate itmoans.‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bringto me at eve?Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’’Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bonesthere lieOn the white shores and the dark shores under thestormy sky;So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowingSea.Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Windsends to me!’’O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runssouth,But you came not with the ailing gulls from the greysea’s mouth.’

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Aragorn:From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and pastthe roaring falls;And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.’What news from the North, O mighty wind, do youbring to me today?What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’’Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes hefought.His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the waterbrought.His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laidto rest;And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon itsbreast.’’O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northwardgazeTo Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’

*casually cries out all bodily fluids and becomes a raisin of grief*