Times used to be better for Treebeard, and now he’s going to tell us all about it. In fact, he’ll sing a song about it!
After that, Merry and Pippin notice, come the dusk, that Treebeard has carried them all the way to the feet of the Misty Mountains. That’s some way!
–Tasarinan/Nan-tasarion: A vale of willows to the northwest. Also known as Nan-tathren, because everything needs more names.
–Ossiriand: A riverland up in that northwest region of Middle-earth. How many rivers?
–the Seven Rivers of Ossir: Seven rivers! All of them are in Ossiriand. That answers that.
–Dorthonion: A highland north of the northwest part of Middle-earth that Treebeard used to love so much. Just to the north of this was Melkor/Morgoth’s evil stronghold, Angband, which is pretty much as north as you can get. Also called Orod-na-Thôn.
There are others, yes, others, but I can find no reference to any of them. As far as I know, Treebeard is using some elvish and some entish words. I have no idea which are which, or which are actually things that I should bring up.
Suffice it to say, all of these places exist (or once existed) in Beleriand, the region north/northwest of the Shire where elves once lived in luxury. Beren and Lúthien lived in these places, though many were destroyed following the war with Morgoth. But Treebeard remembers! He has the memory of an elephant.
Anyway, let’s get to the song. I haven’t done one of these in a while, and it’s the first with my new microphone, which sounds a lot better, but doesn’t let me get away with mistakes. A tricksy microphone, it is.
Tolkien Songs In Real Life:
Get ready for a lot of place names.
“In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring.
Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion!
And I said that was good.
I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand.
Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of
And I thought that was best.
To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn
It was more than my desire.
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter
My voice went up and sang in the sky.
And now all those lands lie under the wave,
And I walk in Ambaróna, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë,
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
Walking through the seasons, I present:
(Starlight – Muse)
All these places, all so good, all gone. When Treebeard was mentioning that Fangorn used to be much larger, I think this is what he meant. The forest probably stretched this far north and west. The days were brighter then, and now all that is left is this dark corner of the former forest. I’d sing a mournful song about that, too.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
In other words, ALL OF THEM. “Neldoreth” gets a break, because we actually saw that before, way back when. I’m gonna go take a rest, where I don’t have to type all these words all the time.
“No trees grew there and it was open to the sky; stars were shining already in lakes between shores of cloud.”