Alright, so this page is another one that’s completely song. We’ll get that out of the way, but I have so many other things to talk about!
And by “get that out of the way”, I mean let’s do it. Now.
Newsflash! Durin built Moria! It was big and awesome and pretty and awesome. All sorts of stuff was mined and made there. But that was a long time ago. Now, it sucks. Like, the really, really evil kind of suck.
–Nargothrond: An old dwarven stronghold, though built to be the hiding place of an elf, Finrod. He lived there for a while, then eventually it was taken over by a dragon. Like all great halls of ancient times, it has fallen into darkness.
Tolkien Songs In Real Life:
Yeah, so it’s the whole page again.
“He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin’s Day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes’ mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin’s folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge’s fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin’s halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.”
Weary as a dwarf-mason, I present:
Durin’s Day pt.2
(New Year’s Day – U2)
Rare is it that the name I give to the song is actually in the song. Way to go, me. Also, in looking at other cool things about the song, you can see its architecture now. There are three “sections”, each beginning with a statement about the age and state of the world and mountains. The first one is in the first line (which was yesterday), and the other two can be seen here today. Things are degrading. Uh oh.
Oh by the way…
Fellowship of the LATE: 41 pages
I’m beginning to know by heart what day it is in that count without having to check back in on yesterday’s post. And that scares me a little bit.
Okay, right. We’ve gotten through that, and there isn’t much else to say. But I noticed some really cool things today!
First of all, the promised Zelda. I don’t think I’ve brought up that I’m an unabashed fan of How I Met Your Mother, have I? Well, tonight was the season finale. Amid the crazy things happening, we were treated to a screenshot from the original NES Legend of Zelda. Sure, it was during the scene of a drunken ATM fiasco, but it was there. Those writers are huge nerds, but they try hide it as much as they can, which isn’t very much.
The episode also had a running fourth-wall joke. As a theatre academic, I chortled at that.
BUT WAIT! I also found…
Game of Thrones-inspired cake pops!
Now if those don’t look delicious, I don’t know what does.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
Yeah, we had to fit almost all the features in here today! Well, except that one about Gollum.
Oh wait, I mentioned Gollum, did I?
Today’s Gollum Meter: 15 – “STOP FOLLOWING US, BRO! We all know it’s you. Creeper.”
Golly. That became a long post really fast.
“In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.“