This is one of those nights where I’m sitting here, all ready to knock out a quick blog post about the end of a chapter, and then I’m like, “SHOOT. SONG TODAY. AND A COMPLICATED PAGE. THIS IS THE WORST.”
Suffice it to say that the summary of the page is actually quite easy. Aragorn, Éomer, and Imrahil lead the men back to Minas Tirith, where they can celebrate a victory, though at great cost. A song forever memorializes the fallen.
-Grimslade: The town in Rohan where Grimbold hailed from. He did not survive the battle.
-the Mounds of Mundburg: Burial mounds for all those slain in this battle. Mundburg, if you remember, is the name in the language of Rohan for Minas Tirith.
-Harding: Man of Rohan. Did not survive. Unknown otherwise.
-Herefara: Also from Rohan. Did not survive.
-Herubrand: Same as above. Why are they even in the song?
-Horn: Still the same.
-Fastred: ONCE AGAIN. These guys have the unfortunate status as filler in the song.
There are a lot of other terms that just end up being shortened names or nicknames for things we already know. Stoningland for Gondor, Arnach for Lossarnach, et cetera. I’m very glad I don’t have to go and list each of them.
Though I just talked about them…so what’s the gain, really?
Not much plot, again, so let’s song it up!
Tolkien Songs In Real Life:
I’ve really fallen out of practice with these things. We had chapters in the beginning that were delivering songs every week or two, and sometimes songs that went on for two or three days! Now, this is only the 13th day of song since starting Two Towers. There were 46 days of song in Fellowship!
“We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,
the swords shining in the South-kingdom.
Steeds went striding 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 day’s 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.”
Somber and tired, I present:
(Skinny Love – Bon Iver)
Blerg. A depressing song doesn’t make for a good end to your night, especially when you’re trying to rush to get to bed at a reasonable time. Not that I’m good at that. In fact, I’m terrible at getting to bed at a reasonable time, but I really wanted to tonight!
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
This chapter really just ends with the song. No other narrative. On to the next!
Days Until The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: 56
“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.“