Songs from 'The Lord of the Rings' 

  by J.R.R. Tolkien
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One BIG thing Tolkien is known for is including songs in his writings. 'The Lord of the Rings' is loaded with them, so I've pulled out a few of those related to Éowyn and her life and put them on this page for you to enjoy...


At Théodenís Death

The Battle of the Pelennor Fields

Mourn not overmuch! Mighty was the fallen,
meet was his ending. When his mound is raised,
women then shall weep. War now calls us!



Burial Song of Théoden

Many Partings

Out of doubt, out of dark, to the dayís rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.



Éomerís Song

The Battle of the Pelennor Fields

Out of doubt, out of dark to the dayís rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hopeís end I rode and to heartís breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!



Lament for Théoden

The Muster of Rohan

From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
with thane and captain rode Thengelís son:
to Edoras he came, the ancient halls
of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;
golden timbers were in gloom mantled.
Farewell he bade to his free people,
hearth and high-seat, and the hallowed places,
where long he had feasted ere the light faded.
Forth rode the king, fear behind him,
fate before him. Fealty kept he;
oaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.
Forth rode Théoden. Five nights and days
east and onward rode the Eorlingas
through Folde and Fenmarch and the Firienwood,
six thousand spears to Sunlending,
Mundburg the might Mindolluin,
Sea-kingsí city in the South-kingdom
foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on. Darkness took them,
horse and horseman; hoofbeats afar
sank into silence: so the songs tell us.



Song of the Mounds of Mundburg

The Battle of the Pelennor Fields

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,
the swords shining in the South-kingdom.
Steeds went stiding to the Stoningland
as wind in the morning. War was kindled.
There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty,
to his golden halls and green pastures
in the Northern fields never returning,
high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf,
Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold,
Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred,
fought and fell there in a far country:
in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie
with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor.
Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea,
nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
ever, to Arnach, to his own country
returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,
Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,
meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows.
Death in the morning and at dayís ending
lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep
under grass in Gondor by the Great River.
Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water:
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;
as beacons mountains burned at evening;
red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.



Théodenís Battle Cry

The Ride of the Rohirrim

Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!


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