Let’s finish singing Boromir off. I have things to do.
Guess what? They finish the song! Legolas sings for a while, then Aragorn ends. Gimli notes that they left the East Wind unspoken for, but Aragorn corrects him: no one wants to know what the East Wind thinks. The East Wind sucks.
Anyway, they move back to the lawn, where Aragorn searches for clues as to what happened to the third boat. The footprints are muddled from earlier, but it’s clear that no orcs were there. Some hobbit-prints wade into the water and back, but their origins are unclear.
Too bad they’re not omniscient like us readers!
Tolkien Songs In Real Life:
This is about half Legolas and then half Aragorn.
“‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’
‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to
‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’
‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.’
‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'”
Bright and early, I present:
Good Travels (Time Of Your Death) pt.2
(Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) – Green Day)
Yep, no East Wind. You wouldn’t like what you heard anyway.
I’m very impressed with the ability of Aragorn and Legolas to pull this out of the air. Pretty sure they didn’t plan this one out. Now, it might be a form used for many a funeral, but I wouldn’t know that for certain. I’m just going to chalk it up as an impressive improvisational feat.
I’m leaving it there for today. Tomorrow, I would hope that Aragorn figures out the mystery of the missing boat. It’s not that hard.
“‘How then do you read this riddle?’ asked Gimli.”