And so it ends.
I mean the song. The song ends today.
The Valar build a new boat for Eärendil, and send him on his merry way back home. However, he’s cursed with doom, and that hangs over his head. He is forced to bear this burden back to Middle-earth.
After the song ends, Frodo opens his eyes to see Bilbo finish up to applause.
On a side note, Eärendil is forced to choose between having the mortality of a man or the immortal life of an elf. He chooses, to be with Elwing, the elven path.
–Evereven: I don’t know. Someplace in Valinor. It sounds nice.
–the Mountain Wall: The Pelóri Mountains, which separate Valinor from the rest of Aman. You have to travel through the Calacirian to get there, remember?
–Norland: A place with water. I think it may be back in Middle-earth. I DON’T KNOW, OKAY?! All of these things are never mentioned anywhere else!
–the Flammifer of Westernesse: I think this is another name for Eärendil. Or maybe the Silmaril he carries. It sounds a bit like “flame”.
And that’s it! Hopefully no more random names of places that are hard to understand for a while!
Let’s finish the song!
Tolkien Songs In Real Life:
I give you, the (still almost a full page) conclusion:
“beyond the world were visions showed
forbid to those that dwell therein.
A ship then new they built for him
of mithril and of elven-glass
with shining prow; no shaven oar
nor sail she bore on silver mast:
the Silmaril as lantern light
and banner bright with living flame
to gleam thereon by Elbereth
herself was set, who thither came
and wings immortal made for him,
and laid on him undying doom,
to sail the shoreless skies and come
behind the Sun and light of Moon.
From Evereven’s lofty hills
where softly silver fountains fall
his wings him bore, a wandering light,
beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.
From World’s End then he turned away,
and yearned again to find afar
his home through shadows journeying,
and burning as an island star
on high above the mists he came,
a distant flame before the Sun,
a wonder ere the waking dawn
where grey the Norland waters run.
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
to pass, and tarry never more
on Hither Shores where mortals are;
for ever still a herald on
an errand that should never rest
to bear his shining lamp afar,
the Flammifer of Westernesse.”
Finally, I present:
(Iris – Goo Goo Dolls)
And there we have it. I still can’t really make heads or tails of this for sure, but it’s pretty. It’s an interesting tale, nonetheless, and very important in the grand scheme of things. It’s just hard to place it in our story, because it has such little direct effect.
In the end, it goes to show the storytelling power of Bilbo. We are to believe that he thought this up recently, perhaps even this very night. Those are some beastly writing/improvisational skills.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
Oh yeah, mithril comes up for the first time on this page. I didn’t feel like throwing it a First Mention, because it’s kind of a normal thing. Like how we already know what elves and dwarves and such are. Mithril is a pretty typical fantasy-genre thing. You should know what it is.
You do, right?
“Frodo opened his eyes and saw that Bilbo was seated on his stool in a circle of listeners, who were smiling and applauding.”