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The '''''Song of the Mounds of Mundburg''''' was a song written by an unnamed poet of [[Rohan]] some years after the [[Battle of the Pelennor Fields]]. It was about those slain in the battle, those buried at the [[Mounds of Mundburg]]. It is much like the epic Welsh poem ''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Y_Gododdin Y Gododdin]'' in miniature form. | The '''''Song of the Mounds of Mundburg''''' was a song written by an unnamed poet of [[Rohan]] some years after the [[Battle of the Pelennor Fields]]. It was about those slain in the battle, those buried at the [[Mounds of Mundburg]].<ref>{{RK|V6}}</ref> It is much like the epic Welsh poem ''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Y_Gododdin Y Gododdin]'' in miniature form. | ||
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Steeds went striding to the [[Stoningland]]<br> | Steeds went striding to the [[Stoningland]]<br> | ||
as wind in the morning. War was kindled.<br> | as wind in the morning. War was kindled.<br> | ||
There [[Théoden]] fell, | There [[Théoden]] fell, Thengling mighty,<br> | ||
to his [[Meduseld|golden halls]] and [[the Mark|green pastures]]<br> | to his [[Meduseld|golden halls]] and [[the Mark|green pastures]]<br> | ||
in the [[Rohan|Northern fields]] never returning,<br> | in the [[Rohan|Northern fields]] never returning,<br> | ||
high lord of the host. [[Harding]] and [[Guthláf]],<br> | high lord of the host. [[Harding (rider of Rohan)|Harding]] and [[Guthláf]],<br> | ||
[[Dúnhere]] and [[Déorwine]], doughty [[Grimbold]],<br> | [[Dúnhere]] and [[Déorwine]], doughty [[Grimbold]],<br> | ||
[[Herefara]] and [[Herubrand]], [[Horn]] and [[Fastred]],<br> | [[Herefara]] and [[Herubrand]], [[Horn (rider of Rohan)|Horn]] and [[Fastred (rider of Rohan)|Fastred]],<br> | ||
fought and fell there in a [[Gondor|far country]]:<br> | fought and fell there in a [[Gondor|far country]]:<br> | ||
in the [[Mounds of Mundburg]] under mould they lie<br> | in the [[Mounds of Mundburg]] under mould they lie<br> | ||
with their league-fellows, lords of [[Gondor]].<br> | with their league-fellows, lords of [[Gondor]].<br> | ||
Neither [[Hirluin the Fair]] to the [[ | Neither [[Hirluin the Fair]] to the [[Pinnath Gelin|hills]] by the [[Bay of Belfalas|sea]],<br> | ||
nor [[Forlong the old]] to the [[Lossarnach|flowering vales]]<br> | nor [[Forlong the old]] to the [[Lossarnach|flowering vales]]<br> | ||
ever, to [[Arnach]], to his own country<br> | ever, to [[Arnach]], to his own country<br> | ||
returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,<br> | returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,<br> | ||
[[Derufin]] and [[Duilin of | [[Derufin]] and [[Duilin (son of Duinhir)|Duilin]], to their [[Morthond|dark waters]],<br> | ||
meres of [[Morthond]] under [[Erech|mountain-shadows]].<br> | meres of [[Morthond]] under [[Erech|mountain-shadows]].<br> | ||
Death in the morning and at day's ending<br> | Death in the morning and at day's ending<br> | ||
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red fell the dew in [[Rammas Echor]].</blockquote> | red fell the dew in [[Rammas Echor]].</blockquote> | ||
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[[Category:Songs]] | [[Category:Songs]] | ||
Revision as of 22:22, 24 March 2013
The Song of the Mounds of Mundburg was a song written by an unnamed poet of Rohan some years after the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. It was about those slain in the battle, those buried at the Mounds of Mundburg.[1] It is much like the epic Welsh poem Y Gododdin in miniature form.
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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.
