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misbehavingmaiar:

For the Yule festivities, I present to you: Sauron singing Greensleeves. 

❤ 

Time for the yearly reblogging of caroling dark lords!

misbehavingmaiar:

huinare:

From Garmarna’s official website:

A poem written in south-saami, one of the languages spoken by the Saami-people in the northern parts of Scandinavia and Russia. It is written by Cecilia Persson, a south-saami actress and friend of ours, and is inspired by an actual event, where leaf-eating grubs turned a whole river valley into a complete wasteland. Ironically, the valley was to be devastated a few months later anyway, by the building of a enormous dam. It’s as if nature herself felt what was going to happen and decided to take things into her own hands.

[Southern Sámi]

Lastemååjegeh jeenjesh sjidteme
Njaalkeme stuerebe enn åvtesne
Moereh aajngesem steerieh, jaamah jïh gahtjah
Almetje goh snöölhke mah tjelmehts sjidteme
Njaalkemem lea dïhte maam manne damtam
Njaalkeme bijre jarkan

[English]

There are so many caterpillers 
Hunger, greater now than ever 
The trees hold their breath, die and fall 
Man is like a blinded wolf 
Hunger is all I feel 
Hunger everywhere

What a pleasant surprise on my dash! ❤  Songs that remind me of Ungoliant. ❤

song-treasures:

Garmarna – Brun

translation by Alistair Cochrane:

Brun (The Robber)

 Brun rides off to the maiden's home 
 - Brun sleeps all alone - 
 Before him the maiden stands alone
 - The howling wind and rainstorms lash the northern
 mountains
 Three northerners lie dead there - 

 His mantle of blue Brun spreads so wide, 
 Lifts up the maiden, and away he rides. 

 And Brun rides many a weary mile 
 Until he longs to rest for a while.

 "Now hear me, maiden, I'll tell you plain: 
 Fifteen maids in this place I have slain."

 And Brun lay down with that maiden fair, 
 Till sweet sleep overcame him there. 

 Her braids of gold the maiden unties 
 And binds Brun hand and foot where he lies. 

 "Rise up now, Brun, as quick as you can, 
 For I never will slay a sleeping man." 

 Her knife of gold she takes in her hand 
 And stabs young Brun to the quick where he stands.

 "Lie there till the ravens and dogs have their fill, 
 And my maiden's virtue will be with me still. 

 "Lie there, lie there on the ground so cold,
 - Brun lies all alone - 
 And still I will keep my maiden's gold." 
 - The howling wind and rainstorms lash the northern
 mountains 
 Three northerners lie dead there -

beguilingblackness:

This version has much better audio for extra sexy-voice Celebrimbor appreciation

Dude that is so totally Fëanor’s voice

GENETIC GAME STRONG